This Vacation Interruption Brought to You by Section 31

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The time of your meeting has come...

The coordinates that you were given lead you to a restaurant near the beach. It's closed for the day but the tables are still out. Small tables with just enough room for two. And that is where you will find '31'. 

You see her sitting alone, nursing a drink in a mug. There is one waiting for you, as well. She doesn't smile as you take your seat, just lifts one slanted eyebrow. 

"Greetings. I am gratified that you accepted my invitation. My name is Agent T'Pring." The chances of that being true seem unlikely. "I work for a department within the Federation that concerns itself with any and all security concerns the United Federation of Planets may face. As you are not of this universe, I do not expect you to understand this. However, I still believe we may be of use to one another."

She leans forward, hair falling in front of her pointed, elfin ears. Maybe you have done some research and recognize her race for what it is: Vulcan. Maybe not. She lowers her voice and continues: 

"I have questions regarding your abduction and the story behind your imprisonment. I do not believe I am able to assist in freeing you, however I may have insight if there are questions you wish to ask." 

She moves your mug closer to you. It's a fragrant tea, still warm. 

"In the interest of diplomacy and to encourage this exchange of knowledge, I will allow you to begin this interview. 

"You may ask me whatever you wish." 

OOC NOTES:

• This meeting is optional. You can have your character meet Agent T'Pring or not.
• If your character is speaking with T'Pring, you can ask her anything. She may not have the answer, but you can ask. 
• This meeting is one day only IN GAME. In real life, the threads will continue to the end of the event. 
• If you have any questions, please use the Question Comment below. 

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Agent T'Pring shakes her head. "The origin point cannot be pinpointed. We have every reason to believe that they are originating in another galaxy, if not another universe. It should not be possible, and yet we have you here as evidence."

T'Pring pulls out another tablet and starts tapping.

"If I may, can you inform me of the world as you know it? General terms. Just as you do not know of Klingon not Borg, I will likely not know the names you refer to either."

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He'd kind of had a feeling that would be the answer, but he still hoped. Unable to hold back a sigh at that, Cal leans back in his chair, feeling BD-1 pull himself up higher behind the padawan so he won't be caught between.

"The world as I know it?" Cal's half-smile is without humor as he gives a small shrug. "Which world? If you mean where I'm from, then that's difficult since before this I'd been traveling between several, and I'm pretty sure we'd just jumped from one and were in space when I was taken."

She's not here to help- because she can't, he thinks, which is a little frustrating. He's not sure how helpful anyone can be outside of wherever the Agrii must be operating from. More data to be collected, and then what? Cal can't help but frown as he finally reaches for the mug of tea, if only out of something to exercise anxious energy. His bare fingers but brush the drink, thankfully not lifting it more than a few millimeters as it slips from his grasp and thunks back on the table, contents nearly sloshing over it sides.

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T'Pring looks at the tea as it falls back onto the table as though that is a clue. Her eyebrow raises and her head tilts to the side as she appraises Cal with interest.

"I had not intended for the question to be confusing. The fact that you have multiple worlds is fascinating and something I wish to learn more about, later. For now I would request that you limit your response to the world you would consider home. If that is a spaceship, then so be it."

She looks back at the mug, eyes flicking down and up quickly. "Before you respond, however, do you require assistance?"

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Cal intakes a sharp breath, tensing for a moment as he closes his eyes, riding out whatever jumble of images and emotions flash through his mind then. It's both a curse and a blessing that there's so much overlapping, snippets here and there but nothing particularly sticking. That's probably for the best.

"...n-no," he says once he trusts himself to be able to speak, retracting his hand to massage the space between his eyes as though that would make the echoes fade faster. It doesn't, but it keeps him from touching the mug with his bare hand. "Sorry- I'm... I'm fine." He glances at BD-1 as the droid peers over his shoulder at him with a hoot of concern, forcing a weak smile in an attempt to reassure his little friend.

He takes a moment to try centering himself, and to recall what the question had been. Home, huh? Not even Bracca had felt like home, and it's definitely not one now. "A ship it is," he shrugs. He hasn't been aboard with Captain Greez and Cere for long, but he feels more comfortable aboard the Mantis than he has anywhere else lately.

"It's...not really built for a big crew- I think it's a luxury yacht model. Small, sleek. It's got a nice kitchen and a common space. And a terranium. One of the captain's indulgences."

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The agent is watching Cal without even blinking as she watches him recover from whatever he's just experienced. She can't know for sure what happened when he touched the mug, but she knows that there is something extraordinary going on with this human and that makes him even more interesting than he had been before.

Gambling on the fact that Cal will not understand what she's taking out, T'Pring reaches to her waist and pulls off what almost looks like a fat flip-phone. A tricorder, is what it is. Something for T'Pring to open and let scan over her guest so she can get readings on his physiology. Not that she is about to say anything to explain it unless asked.

"There are many in this place who also would consider a ship their primary home. Is your crew primarily Terrans or are there members of other, alien races?"

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While he doesn't think that the woman would try to do him any harm, Cal is still on his guard, a default for him that he doubts he'll ever be able to really ease out of any time soon. He arches a brow at the device, lifting his head in gesture towards it.

"What's that for?" he asks, and even his droid peers at the thing with a curious tilt of his head.

"We're not a big crew. The captain is a Latero, and aside from me it's just one other human, and BeeDee here."

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The Agent looks at the droid and then at Cal, patiently. She wants information and understands that Cal is not the sort to provide open-endedly. It is an interesting dynamic and one she is not afraid to indulge.

She hands the tricorder over so Cal can touch it.

"That is a tricorder. It allows me me to scan a person and to get readings on their physiology, health, mental readings... Many things. If you wish, you may use it on me as well."

She directs her attention to 'BeeDee' and nods her head toward it. "What is the capabilities of that android?"

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The offered tricorder is given a look, Cal's eyes flicking between it and the woman who holds it. It doesn't sound too unusual, but he knows she can't have missed his minor episode, especially when she'd decided to fiddle with this almost shortly after.

But maybe this is his chance to try getting a better idea of who all he's speaking to.

He doesn't take it right away, deciding to answer her first when she directs her attention to his friend. "More than one would think for his size. He's an exploration droid. Helps me get out of trouble," the padawan replies with a faint smile. It's true enough.

Steeling himself, he draws a slow but quiet breath as he reaches over to take the tricorder with his ungloved hand, to see what sort of echoes it might hold.