EXETERRPG: (2 - 1104) MS - CFO Lt Ire Williams & CPO Transporter chief Rayan Anra

[Jaclyn Smith]

Mission: Murder on the Exeter Express

Day: 2

Stardate: 2445.12.02

(USS Exeter - Deck 8 - Aft lounge - CFO Lt Ire Williams & CPO Transporter
chief Rayan Anra - 1104)


Walking into the aft lounge, Anra grabbed a cup of coffee and looked
around. There were a few crew milling about. Most talking and a few
throwing glances towards the figure sat by himself.

Smiling slightly, Anra took a breath. .:That’s Lieutenant Williams isn’t
it?:.

.:Yes. I know what he must be feeling. Wasn’t one of your hosts accused of
something that she didn’t do? :.

.: Katya, yes. Perhaps some words of encouragement would help? That and i
would like to ask him about his data port. An unusual set up for a human.
Not one i have seen in my many lifetimes. :.

Rayan smiled to himself and, whilst still chuckling under his breath,
walked to the table where Lieutenant Williams was sat and coughed slightly,

“Excuse me, Sir.”

Ire looked up at the Chief standing beside the table.

“Yes Chief?”

“May i join you?”

“Um yes of course chief.”

Taking a seat opposite him, Rayan nodded an hello, “Rayan Anra, Transporter
Chief.”

“Ire Williams CFO.”

"Yes, despite the current situation, I was aware of who you are before all
this."

“Okay.”

"Anra always has been a scientist. A watcher of people and I too. It's
probably why she chose me."

“So you are a joined trill?”

"Yes, only been a couple of years for us."

He paused for a moment as he had wanted to ask this question for a while.

“Sorry to pry what’s it like having the memories of so many others….or does
it get a bit crowded?”

"It's…. It takes getting used to at first. You go places that you know you
have never been but you also have memories of that place. It can be
confusing but, now, I wouldn't trade it."

“I can understand that.”

"It's like yourself. You are rather unique. I, Rayan, have never met anyone
with a

.. what do you call it… dataport? Anra hasn't either."

He nodded as he ran his fingers over his head, his fingers drifted over his
port at the back of his head.

“What would you like to know?”

"How does it work exactly?"

“It links me to the flight computer of the craft or space ship that I am
flying. I can not control the ship with my mind but it gives me access to
all the raw sensor data. Which means that I can process it and then respond
faster than having the computer do it first.”

"And, forgive the rather archaic term, can it be hacked?"

“There are fail safes in place that make it nearly impossible.”

He paused for a moment.

“There is always a possibility but it's very slim indeed.”

"I ask because there have been… rumours."

“Rumours….what kind of rumours?”

"Having been the subject of those in several lifetimes, I know what it is
like. More accurately,  I remember. People on a ship like talk, in any
culture."

“Ow yes I rumours travel faster than warp speed.”

"Currently the subject appears to be the few who were questioned
surrounding a death on board."

“Really what questions have you heard?”

Sitting back in his chair, the young trill regarded the man for a moment
and folded his hands on his lap, a trait from a previous host.

"I know that there have been a few questioned. Yourself for one."

“That is interesting. What do you think?”

"Looking at you now, you remind me of Katya very much."

“Who is Katya?”

"My fourth host."

“What was Katya like?”

Smiling, Rayan leant forward, "A lot like your good lady. Beautiful,
clever. She was, and to some extent, still is an artist. Although I don't
have quite the talent she did. "

“I am sure you are doing yourself a disservice.”

"Lieutenant, this whole situation isn't right is it?"

“In what way?”

"Something doesn't sit right. Three department heads being questioned, two
others."

“I guess it was the wrong place at the wrong time.”

Smiling, Rayan sat back, "that is something I know a bit about. But this…
well, it's outside my remit as transporter chief. " he replied.

“It's outside mine as well.”

"Perhaps, once all this is over I can regale you with stories of my
previous hosts."

Ire smiled.

“I would like to hear that.”

Standing, Rayan extended his hand. "Nice to finally meet you, lieutenant. "

Ire shook the offered hand and smiled.

“You too chief.”

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