Onboard the RSE vessel Riverboat Casino.....
"This makes three this week! That's simply uncalled for!" shouted Jinn as he stormed through the passageway. "Get me an away team now and let's see what's going on here." They had just come upon the hulk of a Romulan Battlehawk, the Morituri Nolumus Mori, dead in space and drifting. There had been no response from multiple hails, so he was assuming the worst, but hoping there might be survivors that could tell what had happened. The ship's doctor, Ensign Cleopatra, and the requisite red-shirted security person were summoned and reported to the transporter room.
Minutes later, they are aboard the derelict, headed for the bridge. The sight that greets them is the same as the other two that had been discovered, one of which had been the old Riverboat Casino. As the ship's doctor scanned the dead bridge crew,he looked up and said, D***** Jinn! I'm a doctor not a seamstress!" Ensign Cleopatra was studying closely one of the victims. Jinn was trying very hard to keep his last meal down. The red-shirt had already given up trying. "Captain", called Cleo, "this is some very interesting needlework, sir! Just look at the way they were able to run the yarn right through this fellow's ..." she didn't get to finish as Jinn hollered "OK! Alright, just for the record I believe you were about to give me WAY more information than I really wanted to hear. So please bear in mind for future reference, that I do not, repeat do not, want to hear about it! Is that understood?" "Well, yes sir, I was merely commenting on the way they..." "AAHAHAHHAHAHAAH. "Said Jinn quickly. Drawing his finger across his throat in an urgent manner. "Uh, yes sir." Cleo went back to investigating the victims. Without comment. The ship's doctor turned and said "they're dead Jinn." Jinn looked at the doctor, to the crew, then back at the doctor. "And you needed your scanner to detect that, is that correct? The knitting needles coming out of the various orifices didn't offer you any clue that they might be, uh, dead? " "Actually" interrupted Ensign Cleo, "those are not knitting needles. They're crochet hooks. Related, but not the same, uh, never mind..." she trailed off under the glare that Jinn was levelling at her. "Ok, check the ship's computer log, see if there are any indications as to who might have done this. "
Several minutes later, and the logs had revealed the perpetrator of this awful crime. Jinn, stroked his ample chins as he watched the video. "And she actually had the audacity to look right at the camera feed and..." turning to Cleo he asked, "what does that mean, what she just did with her finger?" "Uh, I, believe that's some form of Federation salute?" she answered while looking straight ahead, straight-faced as possible. "Sir, look how fast they are able to do that, and how they bent that one crochet hook so it would go through...uh, never mind." she said as she realized Jinn was giving her 'that' look again. "I want all the information we have on her, and I want it yesterday!" he shouted at Cleo. Cleo's lips moved a bit, her mouth clamped shut, then she stated, "sir, I believe that is physically impossible, is it not?" Jinn looked at her again and said slowly, "just get me the information as soon as you can. Please and thank you..." When she had beamed back to the Riverboat Casino, he turned to the red-shirt (who didn't and isn't about to die, so there!)and said to him. "and you, keep an eye on that ensign. If she shows ANY, and I mean ANY interest in needlepoint work of ANY sort.....
(to be continued, once I find out what Mr Jinn does. Or, as the case may be, doesn't do....
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