Hola Terrans, bienvenido to the Mysterious Chirp. This is RAVEN. Buckle up and prepare for takeoff.
I cannot believe you let all these suspects, these criminals, loose planet side. How are we going to solve this malicious attack upon my person?
Look, you filed your insurance claim. This is a CHIRP, not a TRILL ship. Therefore, there aren't cameras in every nook and cranny. Thank God too, because I don't want to know what you do in your bathroom time. Look, we've reviewed what we have, and there's nothing out of the ordinary. Aside from violating everyone's privacy rights and the syndicate's intellectual property law, there's not much more we can do other than keep questioning everyone. And if you get your pocket picked while we're here on Banoo, don't come running to me.
Your insurance policy with us covers damage to the device. We've forwarded your claim and additional pertinent information to Mizuch Tech. They will follow up with us and you. Now I have to go submit all the port paperwork, and Lieutenant Canon has to alert for potential sale of the data you lost.
So get out of my face and let us do our jobs.
But what about my job? What's going to happen to me?
Listen, bub. No, please, give me a reason. Keep talking. Just please.
Being an idiot isn't covered in your insurance plan.
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I love roaming city markets, the offering of discounts and tea, the smell of fruits and spices. It is a wonderful experience for any being, if they have a nose, and if they don't, then it doesn't matter. But I have a big nose.
I could not agree more. Over here we can see species from many sectors enjoying the local cuisine in their own particular ways. Have you had Campari and soup, Ambassador?
So, Dr. Muir, you've been here before?
Many times, Gyver. If we turn up ahead, there's some Camparian vendors just off this main stretch. It tastes like my nan's barley soup with just a hint of yamak sauce.
That sounds delicious.
Yes, yes. That reminds me of a time when I was... Actually, I was drowning because I went for a swim, but suddenly something attacked my nose.
Oh, that's so sparkly. I hope the glitter doesn't get in any of the systems. That would be really bad. Just clog things.
Hello, Jacelyn. Yes, I already met with our patron this morning, and yes, yes, I'll be there. An hour prior to the show with your refreshments.
Hey! The heck? Oh, no!
Who sent you? Hey!
My cabbages!
Dadita, Sevitt, they need our assistance.
Grab it!
He has knuckle spikes!
I can't help it. I can't... Dadita!
He's getting away. Go! Bartok, help me get the cart off Sevitt.
Dr. Muir! Sevitt. Sevitt. Let me just... No. No.
He... He got away.
Sevitt is no longer present on the mortal plane. He's passed on. Apologies. I do not know the appropriate euphemism. It appears Sevitt took some defensive wounds to his arm, but I can see that the fatal wound here came from this cart. I will send word to the authorities and the ship's captain. Dr. Muir reporting in. Dr. Muir. Dr. Muir reporting in.
Oh, Sevitt. Why do you think that thing attacked so quickly? What was the point?
I have no idea. We were just buying fruit and cabbages. Oh.
Well, yes. You never know what trips someone off.
We can't... We can't take him back yet. God, we have to wait. I'm so sorry.
Officers are en route. We're to wait here. We must handle this with professionalism. There will be time for grief later.
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All right, everyone. I really want to thank you all for being here for so long. I know it's been a long night, and we appreciate it, don't we?
Of course.
Thank you all. We're just trying to get clarification here. We just really need to make sure that we understand exactly where everyone was at the time of the attack when... Was it Mr. Sevit? Was it Mr. Sevit? Was killed.
As has been clearly previously stated, I am Dr. Svei Muir, science officer on board the Mysterious CHIRP. Our captain has corvid, so I am acting captain with regards to this incident. Engineer Lony Gyver, Ambassador Bartok, and myself were strolling through the market when we heard a commotion.
Yes, I saw nothing to predict what happened, but it could be the fermented melons. We were in the fruits, and you know that has bad effect on some people.
Look, look, I get it, I get it. You know, I do security as well. I understand what you're working with, but let's be clear here. Having the same conversation eight times or nine times or 12 times, you're not going to get any new information. We have lives to lead. We got a ship to get back into space, and we got to get on our way. So I appreciate the terrible coffee, and we got to get going.
And I completely understand. This is not an easy experience to go through. We've seen it before, but we know that it is difficult. So you said you were on a call when the attack happened. Can you elaborate?
As I said, I was on a call with Jacelyn, one of the performers, when I was attacked. Thank goodness I was warned. Sevitt tried to help me, or perhaps he was also a target. There's no way to know.
I understand a few of you were not there. I know that you've told us this a number of times.
We acted decisively with the intent to aid others in our crew. Unfortunately, the attackers were able to escape. We pursued the attackers, but due to their loose clothing, they were able to escape from our grasp and run into the nearby crowds.
Oh, yes, I grabbed whatever I could use as a weapon because that's training, you know. You don't have to have a weapon to have a weapon. You can use a pot or a cup or kettle. That could be a weapon, and that's what I used. We ran towards them.
We thought we could help, but I can't believe he's dead.
They were clearly skilled with the sword, possibly from the guild, the assassins, some black market group. I don't know. I have no idea why we were targeted. None.
So what you're saying is that the attacker's face was hidden. Now, male, female, species, any ideas?
They were so very skilled. It feels like a hire to me. I don't know by whom. Can't even speculate. All right, we need to have a sidebar. If everybody could sit tight for just a minute. Again, I know you've been here a long time. Everyone is tired and hungry, but I need to speak with my counterpart outside.
Of course. I think it was... I will say one last time, I think it was melons, fermented melons, of course, but I don't know, and I have no idea what happened.
I'm sure you heard of Occam's razor. The simplest explanation is usually right. Let's be real here. This is not an intergalactic conspiracy we're talking about. This is a tragedy. No one's going to pretend otherwise.
I was being maybe a little too flip before.
Look, this is bad, but it's going to be all right. We're going to get through it. We're going to figure it out. So let's just get back to work.
You know, we're all sitting here speculating, and God knows what the cops think, but it could be something else altogether. We all had business on Banoo. You know, somebody dropped their wallet on the sidewalk, and somebody picked it up. You know, these things happen. It's not a big deal.
There's no way to know. I've no idea. Chief Mate McQueen will...
Hey, hey, hey, let's settle down here, people. Let's settle down. Due to the syndicate's manifest, they'll be conducting the investigation on the ship and on Banoo simultaneously. Either it's local and unrelated, in which case they have the usual suspects, or it’s one of us from The Mysterious, and it’s easier for them to keep us corralled aboard ship. An Investigator will be joining us on board.
Don’t Fence Me In! I’m sorry, is probably not appropriate now, but sometimes it strikes me. Please forgive me.
Look, we got protocols for this. We’ll be cooperating however we need to cooperate.
We’ll leave no stone unturned as they say. I think that;s what they say.
Depending on the investigator.
We’ll figure it out.
Remember everyone, stay calm and professional. I trust every single one of you.