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A small fishing boat named '[[Miranda (Boat)|Miranda]]' was found drifting along [[Polsk's]] shore without an owner on board nor any registration within any nearby harbours, thus it was towed into harbour and boarded by port authoritiees to figure out where the crew had gone and if there were any documents explaining where the boat came from. This case would eventually escalate into several co-occurring investigations tied in with one another, which in this page are "separated" as to provide as convenient of a reading experience as possible. | A small fishing boat named '[[Miranda (Boat)|Miranda]]' was found drifting along [[Polsk's]] shore without an owner on board nor any registration within any nearby harbours, thus it was towed into harbour and boarded by port authoritiees to figure out where the crew had gone and if there were any documents explaining where the boat came from. This case would eventually escalate into several co-occurring investigations tied in with one another, which in this page are "separated" as to provide as convenient of a reading experience as possible. | ||
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"Access Duration expired. Please remove any connected equipment and dispose of the unit for its recovery." | "Access Duration expired. Please remove any connected equipment and dispose of the unit for its recovery." | ||
The monitor goes back to its normal state and no more data comes from the box. The lights around the plug panel turn off and the small "indicator" light goes over to a constant blue. | The monitor goes back to its normal state and no more data comes from the box. The lights around the plug panel turn off and the small "indicator" light goes over to a constant blue. | ||
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They reseal the box, and plant a very small tracker inside and eject it into space Around the moon along with other trash and debris. Among this trash and debris is a powered down ship, which looks discarded. Even with its enormously advanced sensors, CSS Jupiter might just have missed the small piece of new "scrap" which joins the pile of trash. A brief line of sight from the turned off fighter reveals that it is in fact some kind of drone, very well disguised as just another piece of debris. It is currently just drifting amongst the parts of scraps showing no signs of activity. | |||
The fighter reports this the Jupiter. The pilot uses Morse code in an open frequency to communicate this. Nothing happens. Jupiter receives but maintains radio silence. Jupiter activates it's engines and goes 1 quarter impulse, flying away. The patch of debris is slowly drifting along its trajectory away from CSS Jupiter. The fighter has direct eyes on the drone and the Z-62. The drone makes a barely noticeable course correction using nitrogen thrusters. It is now slowly drifting towards the fighter but will pass over it on its new course. The fighter pilot notices that it's moving irregularly. It's ultimate point of contact will be a piece of scrap near Z-62. He was mid bite into his lunch when he puts it down. He observes the computer and the drone. The drone passes over the screen of the fighter. The pilot sees just how well designed this "piece of debris" is. Even its outsticking functional components like thrusters and small radiators are placed unparallel to each other, giving it quite the odd appearance. Just like a piece of scrapped materials. "Amazing it's even flying." "What are you gonna do little guy?" Jupiter received the message that someone planted a drone Into the trash ejection system, and the NIA investigators on board triples, and they begin to weed out possible spies. most of the agents are undercover. Others are technically working with the investigation teams but are trying to figure out who on board is working with the order | |||
It makes contact with the piece it seemingly selected as target, a large deformed metal plate about twice its size. But the plate doesn't seem to detach from the object as would be normal in such a small collision. Instead the whole apparatus now has the same trajectory as the metal plate had before. The drone seems to have canceled out its own momentum with additional navigational bursts. The contraption is now about 10 meters away from Z-62. CSS Jupiter's massive engine exhausts can still be seen in the distance. Suddenly pieces of metal start slowy moving towards the computer in a way which suggest the use of magnets inside it. The pilot checks the tracking signal. It is still there. Z-62 is now covered in pieces of metal, making it almost unrecognisable from all the other parts around it. The drone makes another small burst, giving itself a little rotational movement. From the POV of the fighter the drone is slowly covered by the metal plate due to its rotation as it comes closer to Z-62. The drone makes contact with Z-62, making it now one conjoined piece of scrap. It still remains inactive. | |||
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Suddenly chatter comes over the radio. "This is captain Albert of the ADS Recycler 5, commander of Astrodrill salvage group 7, hailing CSS Jupiter. We just wanted to let you know that one of your trash chutes apparently malfunctioned as we detect a lot of scrap in lunar orbit. In representation of Aeternus Materials I also wanted to know if you need help cleaning that up before it poses a hazard. At a small fee of course." | |||
"ADS Recycler 5, this is Captain Fjørd Bergenson of the CSS Jupiter Leave the area immediately, we are conducting an operation in the area." | |||
"ADS Recycler 5 to CSS Jupiter. Alright, we were just passing by. We won't tell anyone your engineers messed up." | |||
"They didn't." | |||
"Exactly" faint laughter is heard in the background | |||
"Well, whatever you're conducting, you better catch that stuff again before it collides with a satellite. ADS Recycler 5 out." | |||
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The pilot continues studying the drone and the computer. All the while, the construction of drone and Z-62 as a whole seems to have amassed more and more parts into its assortment. Through multiple tiny course corrections it is now also on a trajectory which will bring it into yata's atmosphere after about 3 days time. The contraption slowly detaches from the garbage patch, leaving on its new trajectory with some other small pieces of debris and the fighter in its trail. Day one of the journey begins. The CSS Jupiter swings back around and picks up the debris is dropped once the Fighter and debris landed are far enough away. The pilot does a course correction and places him pretty far away from the debris field, and because of his playing he can't be detected. | |||
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The fighter pilots have just settled in when their proximity alert out of nowhere flairs up. | |||
"Contact, 3 o clock, 5 meters out." says the board computer. | |||
He takes evasive action. He dives in the opposite direction and avoids a collision. | |||
The new appeared craft seems to have flown in parallel to the fighter before its evasive actions. | |||
"He decloaked?" | |||
He flies around and under the craft and comes back to a parallel course with the new craft. He looks at the tracker status. And then looks at the craft. | |||
A simple message comes over the radio, it is very weak so probably only heard by them. | |||
"Item retrieval in process, please remain calm." says an automated voice. | |||
The tracker is still on and comes from where the pile of "scrap" is in relation to the fighter. | |||
The fighter flies in between the craft and the scrap pile. | |||
"I am calm you crazy fuck, you just startled me." | |||
"Who are you?" | |||
The new craft very slowly accelerates towards the pile of debris. Its about three times the size of the scrap drone, so probably also fully autonomous or remote controlled. Its hull is completely black bearing the standard formations of radar scattering technology. It seems to posses one major engine and a few navigational thrusters. No weaponry of any kind is visible. | |||
"Please do not interfere." | |||
The pilots backseater remains completely silent, and quietly sends a text message to the Jupiter. No response of received message. | |||
"We are interfering." | |||
The fighter puts out a general distress call to all CSIS ships in the area, No response. | |||
"Alright then." | |||
"Let's hope they notice this." | |||
5 more craft decloak, all of the same make. | |||
The fighter drops a 100 megaton nuclear warhead below it And it quickly jumps to full impulse. The fighters engines go dark as it attempts to go full impulse. He restarts the engines, It won't start. The Jupiter begins heading to the last known location of the fighter. Another craft comes closer to the drifting warhead. She does a small warp jump The pilots check sensors. And they begin using navigation thrusters to move. The first craft opens some sort of cargo bay and pulls the drone and the metal cube of Z-62 in it, the assortment of debris is left behind. The cargo bay closes and it turns away. The craft near the warhead does the same with the warhead. The three other craft cloak again. The Jupiter warps in, very close by. The fighters engines come online. The two drones with payload... jump... Pilot checks the tracker. The tracker is not responding. He pounds the dashboard in frustration | |||
"Damnit, so close." | |||
A new message appears, it seems only the fighter receives it. "Item retrieval successful. Thank you for your... tolerable cooperation." | |||
He reads the fights sensor logs of what happened to the engines to try and figure out why the shut off. "Go fuck yourself." | |||
Three jump signatures are read as probably the three other drones jump as well... a split second after decloaking again. They seem to have gone in separate directions. The fighter pilot attempts to chart possible courses; The fighter pilot attempts to chart possible courses. CSIS sends scout fleets in those directions but as the fleets arrive they find nothing unusual there. | |||
The fighter pilot returns to the Jupiter and hands in his reports and camera feeds, as well as all the sensor data his back seater took. The sensors depict the time of the encounter, as if there had never been one. The NIA interview Willie about the technology of the Order; He says that their technology level was about the same as the CSIS's current capabilities. At the time when he still was a member. The engine log shows that the inertia crash switch had been activated which stops fuel getting into the combustion chamber to prevent explosions in a possible crash. Examining the engine they find a little implanted box, with a radio receiver, very basic circuits and a contraption which let it interface with the inertia crash switch. They begin screening crew members. | |||
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Name: “Norris Pratt” | |||
He works in the kitchen of the DCAE facility as a chef. There's nothing suggesting he has potential good knowledge of the facility or access to certain areas. However, he has been shown to be more susceptible to bribery, though currently more in a friendly manner. He is part of a small poker group consisting of some of his colleagues and often gives out extra good food portions to people who let him win or have done him some kind of small favour. | |||
The interviewers do the baseline questions and read Norris his rights | |||
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Norris is a 30 year old man with black hair and and a stubble beard. His Italian roots are quite apparent. He is currently wearing a gray shirt with long sleeves and normal jeans. Round his neck is a small gold chain. | |||
Drink: "Coffee" | |||
True Name: "Yes" (true) | |||
Gender: "Male" (true) | |||
Mothers maiden name:: "Santoro" (true) | |||
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"Alright Mr Pratt." | |||
"Have you ever tampered with the security systems before the day in question?" | |||
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"Alright Mr Pratt." | |||
"Have you ever tampered with the security systems before the day in question?" | |||
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"Nah man, I work in the kitchen." (true) | |||
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They hear the engines of the Jupiter kick on creating a low, subtle hum | |||
"Have you ever thought of, been offered, or participated in the act of betraying the Confederation?" | |||
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"No no." (false) "I like my job here" (true) | |||
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"Have you ever betrayed the Confederation?" | |||
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"No no, not even for a piece of pasta bolognesa from mye great-great-grandmother would I betray it." (true) | |||
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"Ever been offered?" | |||
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He scratches his head. | |||
"Si si. But it was tony in a round. Nothing serious. You know, he was quite drunk, we all were." (true) he chuckles | |||
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"Hm." | |||
"Do you know a Burt Daniels?" | |||
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He scratches his head. | |||
"No, not personally." (true) | |||
"I guess maybe from the cafeteria, I see a lot of people down there. You know, doing my work." (true) | |||
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"Hm, have you ever heard him or anyone else talk about the order of Contactors?" | |||
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He scratches his head. | |||
"No no, not that I remember." (true) | |||
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"hm." | |||
"Do you know Eda Lamb?" | |||
He | |||
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He scratches his head. | |||
"Eh, no, not personally." (true) | |||
"Look, I may be a chef and a lot of people come to me for their food during lunch. But I don't remember names that well." (true) | |||
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"Hm." | |||
"where were you the day of the hiest?" | |||
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"I was working. I remember, that day I had planned a perfect recipe I learned from my mother, you take..." (true) | |||
He goes on to ramble about his great culinary choices and his mother's great recipes until the stern look of the investigator brings him back to reality. | |||
"Sry, hrm hrm. Yes, I was working in the kitchen floor 0 that day." (true) | |||
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"Okay, did you see anything suspicious?" | |||
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He scratches his head | |||
"Hm... no, not that I can remember, I know there was this nasty fly who just did not want to die. It flew away in the end I think." | |||
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"Alright, that will be all Mr. Pratt." | |||
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"Grazie, now, I need to get to that cook of yours before he makes the same mistake he made yesterday. That soup was just terrible." | |||
He stands up, is detached from the lie detector and leaves. | |||
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They conclude | |||
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{{container|header=Note Investigation|body='''Translation page 9:''' They are all in it. I am sure. What other explanation could there be? All my current colleagues. They have to be sent from them. | {{container|header=Note Investigation (2)|body='''Translation page 9:''' They are all in it. I am sure. What other explanation could there be? All my current colleagues. They have to be sent from them. | ||
I need to kill them. Yes. Yes. I need to kill them all. I will do it today, when we are out on the sea. | I need to kill them. Yes. Yes. I need to kill them all. I will do it today, when we are out on the sea. | ||
But before I need to give you some advice, should I fail. I made a list of things you should be wary about. For they are notorious in their schemes and have eluded even the bets of the best agencies. I have no Idea how I managed to even get a small hold of them. Guess I was just lucky. | But before I need to give you some advice, should I fail. I made a list of things you should be wary about. For they are notorious in their schemes and have eluded even the bets of the best agencies. I have no Idea how I managed to even get a small hold of them. Guess I was just lucky. | ||
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There is a hidden compartment in the fishing ship I am working on. All the way down in the hold towards the aft there is a crate mounted to the wall. It's not being used and is probably hidden under other crates. | There is a hidden compartment in the fishing ship I am working on. All the way down in the hold towards the aft there is a crate mounted to the wall. It's not being used and is probably hidden under other crates. | ||
Inside you will find a box with everything you will need to be aware of. The ship's name Is Miranda, it is registered in [insert village]. Act quickly. It might save your life. | Inside you will find a box with everything you will need to be aware of. The ship's name Is Miranda, it is registered in [insert village]. Act quickly. It might save your life. | ||
And now I will save mine. They will die, yes, all of them. Haha, take that order. I HAVE BEATEN YOU. HAHAHAHA. YOU CAN’T HIDE ANY LONGER.}} | And now I will save mine. They will die, yes, all of them. Haha, take that order. I HAVE BEATEN YOU. HAHAHAHA. YOU CAN’T HIDE ANY LONGER. | ||
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They decided check the compartment. As they locate the crate they see that it was probably already opened once. When they carefully break it open they find... Fish, a lot of strong stinking old fish surrounding an empty space in the middle. The officers look frustrated. | |||
"What is there not that these people can't steal under our nose?" say one of the investigators. One inspector in the background is heard mentioning to his partner. | |||
"I don't understand why they would fish for red herring, it just smells bad." | |||
One of them approaches the crate. He just dumps the contents of the crate out onto the ground. There are just a lot of normal red herrings, nothing else is in the crate. He starts picking each one up and inspecting it for something hidden inside, but all the fish were normal. The Investigator throws the fish down, dowses it in oil, and lights them all on fire on the flight deck in frustration. | |||
The fire alarm sounds | |||
"It's a distraction." | |||
The fire suppression system puts the fire out almost immediately. The bad smell is now replaced with that of gasoline, smoke, and cooked fish | |||
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A small fishing boat named 'Miranda' was found drifting along Polsk's shore without an owner on board nor any registration within any nearby harbours, thus it was towed into harbour and boarded by port authoritiees to figure out where the crew had gone and if there were any documents explaining where the boat came from. This case would eventually escalate into several co-occurring investigations tied in with one another, which in this page are "separated" as to provide as convenient of a reading experience as possible.
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