2. Gnycish 2, Tyroth

Of course. Im curious for sure

Luna and Drake scour the suite using tricorders and determine that the only listening device is the passive voice control system on the computer panel, which can be disabled and re-enabled at the panel. Further checking that when disabled, it does not continue to listen.

"Commander, I can disable the voice control system and stop it from listening. Shall I do that now?"

"Let's see what the computer can tell us." Aurin sat down at the computer, trying to pull up as much information as it would allow on their environs, the local newscast, and other publicly available info, but also the information that a diplomatic mission with its own security detail might want - local security feeds, historical feeds of their own domicile, and any alerts they may want to be aware of - and any information on the recent murder, of course.

He didn'ttry to hack anything - no need to get intrusive right away, when they hadn't shown themselves to be uncooperative.

With a brief considering look, Cole turned towards the ensign and shook his head, "Negative, Ensign. Let's see what Aurin can find out from the interface and let's meet with our host first."

It did however beg the question, he couldn't help but think, did the interface 'listen in' on the Amabassador's murder.

The panel gives the level of information that is guidance to newcomers. From a description of the station's purpose (marine biology) to maps to all of the facilities, and even descriptions of the technology used to operate the station (all of which is of limited access for security purposes - guided tours are available), the panel provides you with everything you might need to know to attend the conference.

Speaking of the conference, an itinerary is available which indicates that the conference officially opens tomorrow morning at what the Federation would call 9 am, local time.

As to news of the possible murder of the alien diplomat, the wording around that is vague, speaking only of tragic circumstances that result in a participant species withdrawing.

"It looks like we are esteemed attendees of tomorrow's talks on...." he scrolled for a moment, "The potential hazards of decentralized alignment in self-fractalizing picomechanical networks."

He glanced up. "I do remember signing up for that one, but it doesn't look like we have any secure access, yet."

The high tech security system seems well designed. It's possible that an experienced engineer might be able to defeat the firewalls and access the broader systems, but it wouldn't be easy and chances are you'd be noticed.

This leaves you only a few options:
* Attend the conference and gather information through conversation with the other attendees
* Operate as a spy cell and steal any information you can from security
* Attempt to ingratiate yourselves to the hosts and have them give you access

"Sounds really interesting, Aurin-Ah. I always wanted to learn more about picomachanics' dangerous decentralisation." Luna replies ironically but friendly "But attending the conference may create opportunities to talk to people and find out more about the murder in a discreet manner."

Perhaps while we attend, we can make friends and influence people as the Earth saying goes she smiles and her tail flicks while she speaks

"Indeed, I've come across that saying a few times myself, Doctor. The conference could prove to be very enlightening for our investigations and educational as well."

Drake had never been to a conference of this scale, and he was quite excited by it.

Scratching at his scruff, Cole considered his options, his face scrunched pensively and hearing his colleagues suggestions. "Agreed. We continue on as we were meant to and attend the conference. Doc. Aurin. As you are the more scientifically minded of us you will most likely have to lead that charge," he finally intoned.

"When the security chief arrives I'll see if I can't also plead our case regarding solving the mystery of the ambassador's murder and ingratiate ourselves to security."

In a short while, there is a chime at the door. When you open it, you see another alien in an exoskeleton, although this one is more worn and less shiny, as if he's been rebuilding a hydraulic system.



"Designate Zza indicated you wished to speak with me. I am Security Chief Orda. How may I be off assistance?"

"Uhm, as you might know, we are not just here for the summit, but also to do an independent investigation into the murder of that ambassador, you know. Can we please see the scene of the crime?" Luna asks in her direct manner.

M'Ress nods in greeting. I am the ships doctor and am happy to assist in determining a cause. I'm also fascinated to explore the technology on offer

"What Luna says is correct. And I too, am in security. We would appreciate a look at the scene. A fresh pair of eyes is always advantageous, and having the doctor along can't hurt, can it?" Drake smiles respectfully at Orda.

"It would also ease our investigation if you had any information or leads - forensic or otherwise. If we could open proper channels to request access to things like security cameras and occupant records, it would certainly ease things. Surely you have a team on this case - we wouldn't want to stumble over one another, or miss anything because we were both holding half of a puzzle piece."

Security Chief Orda is about to say yes, but then mulls over his words first. "I can do remit some of this. I can certainly show you the place where the accident occurred. You're welcome to take whatever readings and scans you wish. However, access to our technological systems I cannot allow. Too many visitors here rely on our discretion, and their safety cannot be compromised despite the well meaning intentions of your delegation."

You're welcome to attempt to discern the chief's motivations. A D2 task, success giving you some clue as to what he feels about all of this.

At the security chief's arrival the Away Team, each understanding their assigned roles and tasks, immediately pressed the alien for details to which Orda agreed in part. Cole's eyes widened a bit at the refusal to allow them access to the station's systems, briefly entertaining pointing out that the safety of the visitors to the station had already been compromised, and that the murderers could easily strike again, but instead decided to remain at least at this juncture diplomatic. Returning his facial features to a more neutral expression, Cole smiled and extended his hand as he made introductions whilst attempting to judge the strange alien's intentions, or at least how truthful the chief was being.