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‘You would think so but according to the logs this cargobay is
kept at a high temperature normally. In excess of fifty degrees
Celsius.’ Ashleigh looked decidedly puzzled. T’Vek came over and
joined in the conversation.
‘A transport ship beamed the containers that had to be kept at a
high temperature off the ship two days ago. They then remotely
lowered the temperature back to shutdown mode.’ Gloria nod-
ded and added that information into her Tricorder. ‘But that
doesn’t explain why a Enterprise Engineer is all the way out
here.’
‘T’Vek get me the name of that ship. That is probably going to
be our primary crime scene.’’ Ashleigh ordered. ‘I guess I’ll need
to contact the Enterprise when we get back to the ship, see
if anyone has noticed he’s gone.’ She stood and looked at the
body while the Vulcan turned away and walked toward a console
in the cargobay. Gloria leaned in close to Ashleigh and spoke
quietly.
‘He hasn’t really been the same since that Romulan Diplomat
back on New Romulus. Do you know what happened?’
Ashleigh shook her head in response.
‘Maybe you should go and talk to him.’
Ashleigh stared at Gloria. ‘Talk to the Ice man? Are you kidding
me? You’re the Betazoid here, aren’t you supposed to do all the
feeling stuff?’
‘I am but you’re his Commanding Officer, he respects you, I
think…’ Gloria replied tentatively.
Ashleigh groaned audibly, shot a nasty look at Gloria and
crossed the bay to where T’Vek was working.
‘Nessani, you got a moment?’
The Vulcan didn’t look up but motioned to her to approach.
‘I just want to check in with you. Is everything, you know, okay?’
She floundered. T’Vek looked up and stared her directly in the
eye.
‘I’m fine Commander.’
Ashleigh shifted uncomfortably. ‘Maybe we’ll talk later…’
‘Maybe…’
She quickly made her way back across to Gloria as she felt Nes-
sani’s eyes boring into the back of her skull. After all this time,
she still wasn’t very good at the feeling thing.
‘Any luck?’ Ashleigh stared at Gloria in a ‘I-can’t-believe-you-
just-made-me-do-that’ way and tapped her combadge.
‘Delanno to Aristotle, one to beam up,’ as she finished her sen-
tence she dematerialised in a blaze of silvery sparkles.
‘Guess not then…’ Gloria smiled and returned to work.
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