The M.R.S. Genesis

[Delthion]

OOC: Yes.

[Søren]

OOC: is there a way to determine when can we get to the planet? Or at least how much time has past?

[Delthion]

OOC: Let's make it tomorrow, I'll post and ask the helm something, then we will reach the planet.

[Hickory]

OOC: Ok, I'll revert to being quartermaster then.

[Delthion]

OOC: But first Soren needs to come a little closer to figure out who's the traitor.

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: I'm going to go ahead and post, just because.

Casta marched angrily down to his room closing the door and sitting at his personal computer. Pulling the bandage off he inspected the injury, already it was healing the stiches having closed the burned skin but leaving a unsightly bald spot in his fur.

Pulling his uniform into place he fired up his security scanners giving the ship a quick check though. Seeing nothing unusual he laid back shutting his eyes tiredly. It had been a long day.

[Søren]

Brushdale was sitting in his quarters, letting the day go by. He didn't have too many chance just to sit down and relax.
An indicator light hummed on and a slight beeping eminated from his desk.
He got up.
The bridge crew shift was changing again. Nothing to worry about.
He sat back down, think hard about the problem before him. Who sent those messages, and why? Is there a spy? If so, what purpose does he serve being undercover on the ship?
He decided to attack the problem logically.
If the messages were from a spy, that person would have to have regular acess to the communication array. So that eliminated all the normal crewman. The spy would also have to have security codes for both  long-range transmissions and short-range transmissions. That eliminated most but the senior staff and their assistants. The spy would also have to have some reason to do this. He started to inspect each of the possible suspects profiles.
It's not the captain, he wouldn't need to be a spy to take control or to send hidden transmissions.
Could it be that bratty diplomat? Maybe, he thought. She's a pacifist, or at least acts like one. Might she be trying to send messages about the ship so enemy's can quickly take it? He wished it was her. She could be a real pain sometimes.
Jenbean? Hmm, he's loyal to the uniform. Gets the job done. But he does work in intelligence and has the knowledge of how to hide a transmission.
Walker, the engineer? Probably not considering he would most likely get the engine blown up and have to deal with intelligence reports were he a spy.
Longeye? Possibly, he is the security officer and does have access to all that information. He would also be able to scan the ship and have acess to the communication array.
But with every possible suspect, Brushdale was left with a question: Why?

[LT Sandpaw]

Casta was woken up by the sound of his long distance com beeping. With a sigh he turned it on with remaining quiet letting the caller speak first.

"The icicles in caves do not melt in summer." A low voice stated from the device making Casta glare at the communicator.

"Because the icicles in caves are made of stone." Casta snapped back angrily checking the scanners outside his room to make sure none were listening he turned back to the device. "What do you need, I have given you the location and the name of everyone I thought our last talk would be just that, the last talk."

"Well, well someone had a temper I see, sure hope its no because your sore from thy recent injury." The voice said cajolingly.

"How did you know, did your returned officer happen to recover so fast he could tell you he almost killed your only link to this ship."

"Ranking link that is, hardly my only one, as for the captain no he did not tell me, he's dead, I have known everything that goes' on in that ship since you gave me access to every computer on board, including yours." Casta watched as the screen display changed from outside his room to the bridge, then to the sickbay then back to his room where he saw himself watching the screen.

"You made your point." Casta growled watching as it began to run though the ships files and logs. "So what do you need from me now?"

"More access, you haven't given me access to the Commander or Captain's computer and that is what I originally wanted, you failed me Longeye." The voice had lost its unseal superior tone and now sounded angry.

Casta bit his lip knowing what was coming. "I'll see what I can do, I'll do my best. please don't!"

"Don't fail me again." The device flicked off and Casta gave a sigh of relief, he had been feeling merciful today. Suddenly electric volts burst from his back sending spikes of pain running though his body, the device implanted in his back heated up leaving him writhing on the ground. 

[Hickory]

Jenbean opened up the public M.R. Nyseslest data and gave it a quick scan. Nothing special, just the normal stuff that he had already memorized. The officer clicked the "Specailized Clearence button and entered the authorization codes. This information he digested with vigour.

The planet Nyseslest was a rocky moon, with few, if any, fertile areas. It's also known as planet 2018. Coordinates are (26, 65), Tarraba sector. Artificial buildings are nonexistent, excluding the Arkship presence. Population: N/A

Jenbean shook his head. It was too... open. If the Arkship survivors had weapons, then any  landing ship, away team, or approaching enemy would be in plain line of fire. He would have to file a report with the QM for special equipment.

[Søren]

"What in the world?" said Brushdale as he leaned over his console. He was going over old internal sensor data in an effort to find the spy, when he saw the sensors had picked up a short but strong electric signal emanate from one of the upper decks. He tried to track the source.
He scanned the decks on by one, looking for residual electric signatures that only a charge this strong would leave. However, the would soon diminish.
Not the bridge...
Not deck 2...
Not deck 3...
Not deck...wait!
Deck 4 had what appeared to be a possible residual electric signature.
It's not much to go on. But it's worth looking into.
He checked to see who was on deck 4.
Jenbean is on the bridge.
That diplomat was in the guest quarters on Deck 4.
Longeye was in his quarters on the same deck.
The other potential suspects were all on the lower decks.

Having narrowed the field down to two suspects, he thought it was time to include the Captain in his investigation. He hailed him over the comm.
"Captain, this is Brushdale. May I have a word with you at your convenience?"

[Delthion]

"Of course! Not much else to do, I'll see you in my ready room immediately!" Said Hastigeth, glad to have something to do.

[Søren]

Brushdale hurried over, knowing that every second counts when dealing with espionage.
He stepped into the ready room.
"Sir, I have some disturbing news. I think there may be a spy on board." He related all the information he had gathered to the captain, waiting for a response and some instruction.

[Hickory]

OOC: Are we assuming that Brushdale and soonly Hastigeth are the only ones trying to find the traitor?

[Søren]

OOC: For now, yes. Brushdale hasn't shared his findings with anyone else. But that may change depending on what Hastigeth says we should do.

[Delthion]

Hastigeth furrowed his brow and lowered his head onto his thumb and index finger, with his elbow propped up on the desk. "This is definitely worrying, keep up your investigation, you're relieved of bridge duty while you're investigating. It's not a punishment, we just need your efforts focused solely on identifying the spy. You shouldn't tell me who you think it is, I'm a terrible actor!" Said Hastigeth with a light chuckle, lightening the mood a little. "Anyway, focus all of your efforts on finding out who this is, and if that's all your dismissed!" Said Hastigeth, waiting for Brushdale to speak again.