U.S.S. Vesuvius – June 13, 2000

Host Kris says:
When last we left the crew of the U.S.S. Vesuvius, they were piecing together the final data regarding the demise of Onlia P. Turner.  Now in orbit of Risa, the crew are hoping to put the final report together soon and enjoy some shoreleave.

Host Kris says:
<<<<<<<<<<RESUME MISSION>>>>>>>>>>>>>

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: has finished filing her report to the Captain, now in her office enjoying a Rak'tajino::

CSO_Lorenzo says:
::still in her office thinking of the murderer::

CTO_Kelson says:
::currently in aeroponics::

Host CO_Alar says:
::in her ready room, looking over all the evidence that has been gathered thus far::

TO_Wakefield says:
CO:  I'd like to beam down to the planet surface and check the transporter logs from the Taksless Captain, they may shed some light on this whole business.

CIV_MacFarlane says:
::wrapping up a final report on security team readiness in criminal investigations and forwards the results to the CTO::

FCODoole says:
::calls CTO over to the Helm::

CTO_Kelson says:
::waiting for right time to approach Mrs. Claridge::

Host CO_Alar says:
*Wakefield* Agreed. I'm sure Kabuck will be cooperative.

TO_Wakefield says:
::on bridge at aft station reviewing Taksless' logs::

Ms_Claridge says:
::looking through the many little potted plants around her.

CTO_Kelson says:
wife: Ms. Claridge?

TO_Wakefield says:
*CO*:  Aye Captain, Wakefield out.

Ms_Claridge says:
::turns to see the Chief, and is surprised::

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: Hello....um....?

FCODoole says:
::realizes the CTO isn't on the bridge:: ::to self:: Duh!

CTO_Kelson says:
wife:  Ms. Claridge, I’m CTO Samuel Kelson.  ::smiles::  Can I take a few minutes of your time?

FCODoole says:
::Calls the CO over to the Helm:: CO: Can I talk to you?

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: Of course Officer Kelson.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: I'd shake your hand but.... ::she indicates the soil all over her hands::

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife: Thank you.  ::looks at plants::  What are you working on?

CIV_MacFarlane says:
::looks over at the FCO blindly calling out names and makes a note to check his records::

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: I'm trying out several new hybrids.  It's a big mess isn’t it.

Host CO_Alar says:
::goes to the replicator and orders some hot chocolate::

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: just remembers to send a copy of her report to the CTO, obtains a copy and sends to CTO::

CIV_MacFarlane says:
FCO:Um I believe you may have better luck speaking with the CO in her ready room ::points in the RR's general direction::

TO_Wakefield ::finishes reviewing logs.  Walks over to ready room doors and presses the chimes (DRCHIME.wav)

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: goes back to enjoying her Rak'tajino::

Ms_Claridge says:
::she looks back at her plants... and tries to clean her hands on a near by cloth::

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife: ::laughs:: yes it does.  My parents were farmers on New Mecca colony.  I have a bit of a "dirty" background myself...

FCODoole ::walks over to ready room door and sounds chime (CHIMES.wav)

Host CO_Alar says:
::looks at the door:: Is there a convention going on out there, or what?

Host CO_Alar says:
Door: Enter!

Ms_Claridge says:
::smiles warmly::  CTO: I love the feel of soil on my hands and the smell of flowers in the air.

FCODoole says:
::enters room:: CO: Can I talk to you?

TO_Wakefield says:
::enters ready room and takes a sniff::  CO:  Rigelian Hot Cocoa?

Host CO_Alar says:
::leans back in her chair:: Wakefield: Yes. Doole: What is it?

FCODoole says:
CO: You suppose that SO Claridge's wife had anything to do with the Ensign's murder

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife:  I do miss it...maybe I need to start my own garden down here.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: I'd love the company.

Host CO_Alar says:
::arches an eyebrow:: Doole: Yes, I think she may. However, it is best to wait until after Kelson has finished his little chat with her before throwing out wild assumptions.

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife:  Anyway, I am here on official business.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: And there is plenty of room.

TO_Wakefield says:
CO:  I've finished reviewing the Taksless' logs.  Minister Mijez rushed onboard at the last second, and killed himself just as they reached Risa.  An explosive device.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: Yes, of course.  Your questions.

FCODoole says:
CO: It's more of a weird feeling than an assumption

Host CO_Alar says:
Wakefield: Not exactly a nice way to go....thank you for the information. ::sets her hot chocolate on her desk, and pushes it towards the center of the desk::

Host CO_Alar says:
Wakefield: Have you passed that on to Kelson?

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: As you're telepathic, that doesn't surprise me.

TO_Wakefield says:
CO:  Not yet ma'am.  I was just about to though.

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife:  I am heading up an investigation of a murder.

FCODoole says:
CO: Also there's just something about the letter that I found that just doesn't  sit right

Host CO_Alar says:
Kelson: I would wait a few moments....he is still with Mrs. Claridge.

Host CO_Alar says:
::focuses back on Doole, feeling a little like an observer in a tennis match:: Doole: Elaborate.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: Yes, I heard of that bloody mess up in the Computer Core.

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife: Did you know Ens. Turner?

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: A shame.  A real shame.

TO_Wakefield says:
CO:  Aye Captain.

TO_Wakefield says:
::waits to be dismissed::

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO:  I didn’t know her.  But, I had run into her once while I was picking up my husband for dinner.

Host CO_Alar says:
Wakefield: Dismissed.

TO_Wakefield says:
::nods to the CO and then leaves::

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife:  ::raises eyebrow:: Were you aware of your husband's friendship with the victim?

FCODoole says:
CO: Why would she have hand written the letter instead of using a PADD?

Host CO_Alar says:
::looks at her cup, and takes it in hand again, sipping from it::

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: Any number of reasons.....I suppose we'll never really know.

Ms_Claridge says:
::narrows her eyes::  CTO: What relationship?

TO_Wakefield says:
::returns to tactical, runs diagnostic of internal sensors::

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: You mean if I knew they knew one another?

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: I suppose so.  Onlia knew several of the scientists there

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife: Can you give me more information about this run-in?

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: Um.... I walked in and my husband came over to me and we left.  I saw Onlia but didn’t meet her.

FCODoole says:
CO: Also, what information did she have on the Delegate  that would warrant his involvement?

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: These are very good questions. I don't have answers to either one.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: She looked like such a small young girl. ::turns to her plants again::

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife: The computer cannot tell me where some of the crew were last night at 0300.  Your whereabouts are unknown.  Can you clear this up for me?

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: Of course.  I was in my quarters.  Sleeping.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: I had had a late night with my plants but I believe I was in bed by that time.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: My husband was busy in his labs so I was in bed alone.

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife:  Of course...have you ever worked with medicinal plants in this aeroponics lab?

Ms_Claridge says:
::smiles:: CTO: Yes, all the time.  This is where I am most of my days.

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife: What type of medicinal plants do you work with?

FCODoole says:
CO: I have a feeling that there was a small amount of blackmailing going on between the Delegate and Turner, one tried to double- cross the other, and Turner was killed for it after the double-cross was discovered.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: Hybrid plants mostly.  The sweet smelling plants with plenty of flowers.  I plan to begin my own line of perfumes.

FCODoole says:
CO: or they tried to double-cross each other.

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: Yes, actually that's already been established.

FCODoole says:
CO: and things got carried out of hand, and Turner was killed

Host CO_Alar says:
::keeping her tone nice and even::

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife: Any plants that could be harvested as an opiate?

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: And there you step into conjecture.

Ms_Claridge says:
::picks up a really strange looking flower with a spectrum of colors on it and takes a whiff::

Ms_Claridge says:
::narrows her eyes and looks at Kelson:: CTO: No.

CTO_Kelson says:
::looks upon the beautiful flower::

Ms_Claridge says:
::hands the flower to Kelson::

CTO_Kelson says:
Wife:  Thank you, Ms. Claridge.  Thank you for your time...::takes flower::

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: My suggestion, Mr. Doole, is that you let the Security department do their job. If you wish to assist them, please transfer into their department.

CTO_Kelson says:
::turns to leave aeroponics::

CTO_Kelson says:
::enters turbolift::

CTO_Kelson says:
computer: run diagnostic on computer locator...

Ms_Claridge says:
::looks at the TAC officer as he leave..... she narrows her eyes::

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: Dismissed, Ensign.

TO_Wakefield says:
*CTO*:  Sam, are you alone?

CTO_Kelson says:
*TO* I'm in the turbolift alone, yes...what do you got, Wake?

FCODoole says:
CO: When I was a Law Enforcement Officer of the High Council on Betazed, before joining Starfleet, I was trained to be very thorough in investigations, however I have no desire to transfer from being the FCO of this ship to Security, thank you anyway Ma'am. ::turns and leaves:: ::to self: Hard-headed, stubborn woman. Great CO, but stubborn.

TO_Wakefield says:
*CTO*:  I've finished reviewing the Taksless' logs.  Mijez booked passage just before it left Starbase 475.  He killed himself as they were arriving at Risa with an explosive device.  That's all I could pick up.

CTO_Kelson says:
*TO* It was confirmed that it was a suicide?

TO_Wakefield says:
*CTO*:  No evidence either way.  There just wasn't enough left.

Host CO_Alar says:
::Leans head in hands for a moment, and takes a few breaths::

CTO_Kelson says:
::exits turbolift onto bridge::

CIV_MacFarlane says:
::notices the FCO coming out of the CO's ready room with a defeated look on his face and decides to go ahead and pull those records up on his padd::

TO_Wakefield says:
::walks over to CTO::  CTO:  What's the story with Claridge?  ::whispers::

CTO_Kelson says:
TO: I couldn't get anything out of her and the computer can't give me a location of her whereabouts last night.  ::shrugs::

Ms_Claridge says:
::with fast strides she makes her way to SCI Lab 4::

Ms_Claridge says:
::reaching the lab she looks around frantically for her husband::

CTO_Kelson says:
::looks at flower::

TO_Wakefield says:
::sees flower in Kelson’s hand::

TO_Wakefield says:
CTO:  That looks familiar.

FCODoole says:
::notices CIV MacFarlane punching a PADD, and walks over:: CIV: Whatcha doing?

TO_Wakefield says:
CTO:  Perhaps we should take it to sickbay for analysis?

CTO_Kelson says:
::walks back to turbolift:: TO: I'll have Dr. Royce examine it.

Ms_Claridge says:
<SO Sands>CTO: I think you should come down to SCI Lab 4 Sir.

TO_Wakefield says:
CTO:  You know where I'm at if you need me.

CIV_MacFarlane says:
FCO:None of your concern, just a minor report.  why?

Ms_Claridge says:
<SO Sands> CTO: Claridge's wife is here, having a fit.

TO_Wakefield says:
::returns to tactical::

CTO_Kelson says:
::turbolift to sickbay::

CTO_Kelson says:
::enters sickbay::

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
::finishes Rak'tajino and exits office.  Goes into sick bay to speak to one of the doctors::

Ms_Claridge says:
::crawling all over the lab looking up tables and chairs...::

FCODoole says:
::glances at PADD:: CIV: Who's records you got there?

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: sees Kelson:: CTO:  hi Kelson  :: sees flower::

CTO_Kelson says:
::sees Xen:: Xen: Take a look at this flower for me, will you?  I'll be back later for the findings...

CTO_Kelson says:
::turns running out of sickbay::

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: takes flower from Kelson and begins testing on it...it looks familiar::

CTO_Kelson says:
Computer:  Locate Botanist Claridge.

CTO_Kelson says:
<computer>  sci lab 4

Ms_Claridge says:
::she starts searching in the storage room::  No one in particular: I left it here.  I left it here!  Where is it?

Host CO_Alar says:
::wraps up her report, files it with Starfleet Command, and recycles her cup in the replicator::

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
<computer> begin diagnostic of flower, determine species

CTO_Kelson says:
::turbo lift to sci labs::

MO-LtJGRoyce working on flower (CompWorking.wav)

Ms_Claridge says:
::Begins to throw things around the lab::

Host CO_Alar says:
::enters the bridge, and takes her seat::

CTO_Kelson says:
::enters sci lab::

Ms_Claridge says:
::vials and containers go flying through the air::

CTO_Kelson says:
::sees chaos::

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: computer analysis finishes::

CIV_MacFarlane says:
::puts the padd behind his back and gets close to Doole::FCO:What I have on my PADD is my private business, and I suggest you keep out of it, else I will have your eyes in a jar on my desk, Is that clear?::smirks evil and walks away PADD in hand::

Ms_Claridge says:
::she reaches for some chemicals in glass tubes::

Ms_Claridge says:
::throws them over her shoulder::

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge:  Ms. Claridge?  Can I help you find something?

Ms_Claridge says:
::turns around with narrow eyes::  CTO: No, you cannot help me.

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: reads information, and begins to shake her head...thinks, wow, opium grown here on the ship?::

FCODoole says:
::follows CIV:: CIV: Are you threatening me, Civilian?

Ms_Claridge says:
::begins to cry and fall to her knees::

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: No one can help me.

TO_Wakefield says:
::steps between FCO and CIV::

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
*CTO*:  I have information for you on your sample

Host CO_Alar says:
::hears the commotion, and approaches the men:: Gentlemen: Is there a problem?

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge:  I think I can...did you know your husband had an affair with Turner?

Ms_Claridge says:
::covers her eyes with her hands and cries loudly::

TO_Wakefield says:
FCO:  Return to your station Monty, I'll take of this.

CTO_Kelson says:
::taps comm badge::  Is it an opiate, Xen?

TO_Wakefield says:
CIV:  Could I have a word with you for a moment Colonel?

Host CO_Alar says:
::waits to be acknowledged by either Wake or MacFarlane::

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
*CTO* :  belongs to the opium family, mixed with the right kinds of herbs, can act as a powerful stimulate

Host CO_Alar says:
::as she's standing right there.....::

FCODoole says:
TO: Step aside. CO: Just wanted to know what Starfleet records a civilian would be interested in?

CTO_Kelson says:
*Xen* Thanks, doc...out.

CTO_Kelson says:
::walks carefully to Claridge::

TO_Wakefield says:
CO:  No problem here Captain.  Just a slight disagreement.

CIV_MacFarlane says:
::with a deadpan look on his face and ignoring the FCO::CO:Nothing Captain, just minor disagreement

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: looks back at the information and begins to think out her report on this::

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: Ensign, Colonel MacFarlane has authorization to access whatever records he needs.

Ms_Claridge says:
::she cries loudly::  CTO: I had to do it.

Ms_Claridge says:
::throws her arms around Kelson and cries on his shoulder::

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge: Would you like to come clean with me?  The flower you gave me is quite the lead.

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: You pay attention to your job, and let MacFarlane do his.

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: goes back to the blood samples:: <computer> regarding the blood samples from Ens. Turner, are there any traces of chamomile or catnip found?

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge:  Do what, Ms. Claridge?

Host CO_Alar says:
::doesn't elaborate further, per the information on the padd MacFarlane gave her when he came on board::

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: She was always there. Always.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: I had to get rid of her.

CIV_MacFarlane says:
::has a small look of triumph now::CO:Thank you Ma’am, If you don't mind I would like to retire to my quarters for the time being

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
<computer> there are chamomile and catnip elements found in the samples

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge: Who was?

FCODoole says:
CO: Just kinda hoping that the records he was accessing would help in this case, is all.

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: That young child.

Host CO_Alar says:
MacFarlane: Dismissed.

FCODoole says:
::walks away::

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: Return to your station, Ensign.

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
COM: *Vesuvius*  Hazbin here.  Please respond.

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge: I need a name, ma

TO_Wakefield says:
::leans towards MacFarlane and whispers::  CIV:  Whatever clearance you have, no matter where you came from..  If you threaten of member of this crew again, I will throw you in the brig.  Understood Colonel?

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: That conniving little.....  ::she cries again::

CTO_Kelson says:
'am...

Host CO_Alar says:
::makes a mental note....seems like more than one officer could use a good talking to::

CIV_MacFarlane says:
::nods to Alar and enters the turbolift::Computer:Deck 7

CTO_Kelson says:
::puts hand on her shoulder::

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge: I understand what they did was not kind to you.

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: returns to her office, gets another Rak'tajino and begins to write her report::

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge:  Ms. Claridge, did you murder Ens. Turner?

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@*Vesuvius*  Helloooooo.  Anyone there?

Ms_Claridge says:
::looks up with tear filled eyes::  CTO: Yes.

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@::wondering how long it's been since the crew of the Vesuvius was put through some old-fashioned drills::

TO_Wakefield says:
CO:  Aye Captain.  ::follows CO to her ready room::

CTO_Kelson says:
Claridge: I'm sorry to hear that...come with me.  ::leads her to brig::

FCODoole says:
::grabs chest and falls to one knee, gasping for breath::

Ms_Claridge says:
::follows along calmly::

Ms_Claridge says:
CTO: I had to do it.  I had to do it.

CTO_Kelson says:
::after detaining murderer in brig, heads for bridge::

Host CO_Alar says:
::hasn't entered ready room yet, goes over to Doole's side::

CTO_Kelson says:
::enters bridge::

Host CO_Alar says:
::taps commbadge:: *Sickbay* Bridge to sickbay. Get a med team down here now!

CTO_Kelson says:
CO: Captain, I have the murderer in custody...finally.

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@::rethinking the shoreleave orders for the crew of the USS Vesuvius::

Host CO_Alar says:
*Kelson* Good to know.

FCODoole says:
CO: I just got the strangest sensation.

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
<transporter room> beam me directly to the bridge :: grabs med kit::

Host CO_Alar says:
::finally goes to the ops station and answers the hail::

Host CO_Alar says:
Doole: Are you all right?

MO-LtJGRoyce beams to bridge (Transporter.wav)

Host CO_Alar says:
*Hazbin* This is the Vesuvius.

FCODoole says:
::shakes head:: CO: Yea, very weird.

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: materializes on bridge and looks around::

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: heads toward FCO::

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@*Vesuvius*  Your new orders are uh....right here.....    ::wadding them up under the desk and tossing them away::

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@*Alar*  How've you been, Captain?

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: takes out medical scanner::

Host CO_Alar says:
*Hazbin* Harried. And you, sir?

CTO_Kelson says:
::takes place at station::

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@*Alar*  Chuck.

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: takes out hypo to ease breathing ::

FCODoole says:
::waves MO off:: MO: Just a sec.

MO-LtJGRoyce administers to ease breathing (Hypospray.wav)

Host CO_Alar says:
::feels a little better now that Xen is here to care for Doole::

CSO_Lorenzo says:
:: heads for the bridge::

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@*Alar*  So, you're ordered to proceed to the training facility on Benning.  You're scheduled for more training.

FCODoole says:
::opens mind to ship::

Host CO_Alar says:
::smiles::*Hazbin* Chuck, then.....more training?

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
<transporter room> two to beam directly to sickbay

MO-LtJGRoyce Doole and Royce are beamed to sickbay (Transporter.wav)

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
<Aola>  help me get him to a biobed

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
<computer> begin bio readouts for biobed #1

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@*Alar*  Yes.  You can never have...uh...too much training you know.

Host CO_Alar says:
*Hazbin* Anything I need to be warned about?

Host CO_Alar says:
::grimaces slightly at this::

CIV_MacFarlane says:
::exits the turbolift and enters his quarters::

Host Adm_Hazbin says:
@*Alar*  Nothing I can think of.  ::faintly amused at her grimace::  Carry on.  Hazbin out!

CSO_Lorenzo says:
::walks over to Wakefield::

Adm_Hazbin is now known as Kris.

FCODoole says:
::concentrating::

Host CO_Alar says:
::closes the channel::

TO_Wakefield says:
CSO:  Hey Jules.

CSO_Lorenzo says:
::looking around at all the upset faces::

CSO_Lorenzo says:
CTO: What’s going on?

TO_Wakefield says:
CSO:  We got the murderer.

Host CO_Alar says:
::stands from the ops station::

FCODoole says:
MO: It's Ms. Claridge.

CSO_Lorenzo says:
TO: How? Who was it?

CTO_Kelson says:
::rubs eyes::  I don't know...I was trying to wrap up the murder.  I wasn't on the bridge at the time...

TO_Wakefield says:
::looks over at CTO::  CTO:  Is it who we thought?

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: looks at FCO::   FCO:  what is Ms. Claridge   ::confused::

Host CO_Alar says:
::takes her seat again, and looks over the assembled crew on the bridge....this is her crew- and what a fine crew they can be::

CTO_Kelson says:
TO, CSO: It was SO Claridge's wife.

FCODoole says:
MO: She murdered Turner.

TO_Wakefield says:
::nods::

CSO_Lorenzo says:
::her mouths hangs open at the answer::

CSO_Lorenzo says:
CTO and TO: That sweet gentle woman?

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
FCO:  I see  :: still looks at the bioreading::

Host CO_Alar says:
::she seems contemplative at the revelation of the murderer, but not surprised::

CSO_Lorenzo says:
::turns to Kelson:: CTO: Then Claridge is not a suspect anymore?

MO-LtJGRoyce says:
:: everything looks good::  FCO:  is that way the shortness of breath?

CTO_Kelson says:
CSO: no.

TO_Wakefield says:
CSO:  I'm beginning to think you think everyone is sweet and innocent Julia.

Host Kris says:
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