4/11/98 10:15:00 PM	Opening "Hnoiyika 4/11/98"


EtonTrSaal:	::hrrau vaed'rae::

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<>>>>>>>Begin Sim<<<<<<

DErvKYele:	<He's leaving? :(>

Ael tVecj:	<wrong button, I think>

DErvKYele:	<Must be.>

Ael tVecj:	::knocks on Heb's door::Looks like no one's home...

DErvKYele:	<Who in their right mind would leave this sim?>

Ael tVecj:	What do your readings say, Ilia?

Ael tVecj:	<Phaeton? :(>

DErvKYele:	<Besides Pirak and Phaeton and Vexar and Andreas...>

Ilia tReki:	::pulls out her multicorder::examines it::  Doesn't appear to be anyone home at the moment..

EtonTrSaal:	<should I be Eton, since we have to few crew, or Nikolai?>

Ilia tReki:	.. hasn't been for a few hours.

DErvKYele:	::walks down the alley where the murder was committed::

DErvKYele:	<Whichever you want, Eton.>

Ael tVecj:	<We dont have too few crew...we have 3 even if you're Nik..>

DErvKYele:	<Either one helps us, looking for the same thing. :)>

DErvKYele:	<Actually, Nikolai is looking for the truth. Eton is looking to exhonorate Heb. Same thing.

DErvKYele:	:)>

EtonTrSaal:	<I'm Nikolai then.>

Ael tVecj:	Well...:::tries the door, finds it locked::

EtonTrSaal:	<: >

DErvKYele:	::glances around the alley::

Ael tVecj:	<Ilia may or may not play Heb. ;)>

Ael tVecj:	::throws her shoulder against the door:::Ouch.

Ilia tReki:	::pulls out a little combo-tool she always carries with her;)::

Ilia tReki:	::hands it to t'Vecj::  That should hurt less.

DErvKYele:	::coughs:: Enarrain, I believe that door is metal.

DErvKYele:	Painted to look like wood.

EtonTrSaal:	<If she is, Nikolai was wanting to be able to talk to Heb...>

Ael tVecj:	::throws the tool against the door...watches it thud to the ground::

Ael tVecj:	::glances at her engineer::

DErvKYele:	::sighs::

EtonTrSaal:	::walks up to the door of Heb's house, looks around::

Ilia tReki:	::watches it also::

DErvKYele:	::takes tool::

EtonTrSaal:	::sees people standing there, coughs loudly::

Ael tVecj:	<Thought you were in the alley, K'Yele..>

DErvKYele:	::flips up a knife edge, tries to cut the lock off::

Ael tVecj:	::watches::

DErvKYele:	<Oh, yeah. Scrap the alley part, then.>

Ael tVecj:	::glances around, spots Nik::Who are you?

DErvKYele:	::fails, severely dulling the knife::

EtonTrSaal:	::coughs again, louder::

Ael tVecj:	::says in *very* thick Rihannsu accent::

DErvKYele:	::sighs::

EtonTrSaal:	I think it'd be more proper for you to answer first?

Ilia tReki:	::winces::

DErvKYele:	::turns to him::

EtonTrSaal:	Why are you trying to get into this house?

Ael tVecj:	::clears throat:: I am Heb's aunt. From ch'Rihan.

Ilia tReki:	Er.. let me try.. ::holds her hand out for the tool::

DErvKYele:	::whispers to Ael that he speaks better Terran::

Ael tVecj:	This is his uncle, Kleye.

Ilia tReki:	Or.. ::coughs quickly::slides behind K'Yele and Ael::

Ael tVecj:	Who will speak to you from now on. ::turns away::

EtonTrSaal:	::holds out a key:: Why not just use this?

DErvKYele:	::gives the tool::

Ael tVecj:	<Welcome back, Rage Run! :)>

DErvKYele:	Oh.

Ilia tReki:	::rubs the knife a bit before flipping it back into place::

Ael tVecj:	::turns back::Kind of you.

EtonTrSaal:	::pulls the key back::

DErvKYele:	I couldn't find the spare key, I didn't know you had one.

EtonTrSaal:	Hold...

Ilia tReki:	::slides it into her pocket::  Hann'yo..

RAGE RUN:	<<<<cool....watching with fascination...>>>

DErvKYele:	Who exactly are you?

EtonTrSaal:	Me? A...concerned citizen.

DErvKYele:	Ah.

EtonTrSaal:	::coughs:: I'm a...friend of the...

Ael tVecj:	::wonders::A citizen of what?

EtonTrSaal:	...deseaced.

DErvKYele:	I speak Terran enough to slightly recognize accents..

DErvKYele:	Russian, corect? I heard about the deceased, he had a Russian colleage.

EtonTrSaal:	I'm from Calidan. A mostly russian planet, yes.

DErvKYele:	So...

Ael tVecj:	::nods for Ilia to open the door::

DErvKYele:	Could you give us the key?

EtonTrSaal:	I don't need to hear any accent to see that you're Rom...um...Rihan-suu.

DErvKYele:	::nods::

Ael tVecj:	::mutters::What gave it away, the nose? This is a Rihannsu planet.

Ilia tReki:	::wonders if she should use the key or her tool..::

EtonTrSaal:	::thinks:: I'm not sure if I should, The officer said I wasn't to let anyone else get a hold

EtonTrSaal:	of it...but here.

DErvKYele:	::turns to Ael, grimacing:: Don't mind my wife...

EtonTrSaal:	::unlocks the door, pockets the key::

DErvKYele:	It's been quite troubling...

Ael tVecj:	::whispers to K'Yele::How did *he* end up with a key?

DErvKYele:	this whole business with Heb.

DErvKYele:	::shrugs::

Ilia tReki:	::glances around quickly then nods slightly towards Ael::

Ael tVecj:	::smiles at her husband with fake malice::

Ilia tReki:	::opens the door::

Ael tVecj:	::strides into the house:::So *this* is where my nephew has been living...

EtonTrSaal:	<He convinced a p0olice official to let him see the house, since he wants to find out what h

DErvKYele:	::walks in himself::

EtonTrSaal:	<he can, and he's forcefull>

Ael tVecj:	::looks at the rock posters and incense everywhere::

Ael tVecj:	<Ah. :)>

DErvKYele:	::furrows his brow:: He's been lying to us. He told us he was living in a big house...

Ael tVecj:	::shakes head at the youth of today who havent had the

DErvKYele:	Well, I suppose they all do.

Ilia tReki:	::walks in after all the others, shutting the door behind them::

EtonTrSaal:	::steps in, nervous, which looks odd for a big russian farmer::

Ael tVecj:	discipline of the military academies::

EtonTrSaal:	Why are you coming here?

DErvKYele:	So... have you heard anything about the case?

DErvKYele:	My wife visited the defense shortly ago, but I haven't heard anything.

Ael tVecj:	::looks at the magazines on the coffee table::

Ael tVecj:	Heb says he was with his girlfriend. ::speaking in Rihannsu::

EtonTrSaal:	::looks at them oddly::

DErvKYele:	::also speaking Rihanssu:: Oh. Well, I heard that...

EtonTrSaal:	What about a girlfriend?

Ilia tReki:	::glances around the room everyone has gathered in, examining the wallpaper::

EtonTrSaal:	<Maybe put rihannsu in [] brakets>

DErvKYele:	::speaking Terran again:: I just arriv... huh?

Ael tVecj:	<Or put Fed Standard in brackets, considering the sim..;)>

DErvKYele:	How did you understand us?

Ael tVecj:	::flips through Rihan's equivalent of Harper's Bazaar::

EtonTrSaal:	You said somethign about a girlfriend?

EtonTrSaal:	<What?>

Ael tVecj:	::murmurs to herself and Ilia::At least he's cultured.

RAGE RUN:	<<<<lol>>>>

Ael tVecj:	<Rihannsu sim, on a Rihannsu planet..:)>

Ilia tReki:	::smiles slightly::

DErvKYele:	Yes. I just arrived, my wife was informing me about what she learned.

Ael tVecj:	::grunts at her 'servant'::Check out the kitchen. I want to know what this rogue...my dear

Ael tVecj:	Heb, has been eating.

EtonTrSaal:	::coughs:: [What learned by...fish?}

EtonTrSaal:	That wasn't right...

EtonTrSaal:	Nevermind.

Ilia tReki:	::glances at Ael::shifts her eyes back slowly::  Ie...

EtonTrSaal:	What did your wife find out?

DErvKYele:	[The defense lawyer.]

Ilia tReki:	::bows slightly and walks to the kitchen::

Ael tVecj:	::thinks Ilia's been spending too much time down in Engineering::

Ael tVecj:	::looks around the living room:: You'd think Pervad would provide better...

Ael tVecj:	::noticing Heb's never vaccumed in his life::

EtonTrSaal:	::sighs, looks around::

Ael tVecj:	<afk>

DErvKYele:	[Oh, I've been terrible... This is our servant, Aili.]

DErvKYele:	::motions to Ilia::

Ilia tReki:	::steps into the well-lit kitchen and looks around::

EtonTrSaal:	[servant]? Helper?

EtonTrSaal:	I...your language is hard.

Ilia tReki:	::who bowed to Nikolai before she left, of course::

EtonTrSaal:	<:)>

DErvKYele:	<Brackets are Terran>

EtonTrSaal:	<Oh, I was using brackets for Rihannsu, I'll keep doing that>

Ilia tReki:	::steps up to the replicator and looks pulls up the contents::

DErvKYele:	<Oh. Non-native tongue is brackets. :)>

EtonTrSaal:	<Ok. :)>

DErvKYele:	[So, what is your position on this case? If I may pry?]

Ilia tReki:	<::pulls the looks from the previous sentence::>::looks at it::

EtonTrSaal:	Truth. I want to ifnd out what happened to my...assisant.

DErvKYele:	[Ah. Well, we are also looking for truth, but I believe in my... nephew? Is that the right

Ael tVecj:	<bak>

DErvKYele:	word?]

Ilia tReki:	(m)  Hm.. eats enough meat.. lloa'lan (???) stuff.. ::wrinkles her nose at the list::

EtonTrSaal:	Aye.

Ael tVecj:	::grumbles at the two men speaking in foriegn tongues::Im going to look in his bedroom...

DErvKYele:	<Lloan'na>

Ilia tReki:	::thinks he must have had his taste buds confiscated at birth..::

Ael tVecj:	::screeches::Ilia! :::like a housewife to a servant girl::

Ilia tReki:	<_Thank you_. :)>

Ilia tReki:	::winces::scuttles in::  Ie..?

Ael tVecj:	We're going upstairs. ::begins ascending the staircase::

EtonTrSaal:	::watches Ilia as she walks by::

Ael tVecj:	<Should we use a symbol?>

DErvKYele:	::turns to her:: Dear? Do you have a cold?

Ilia tReki:	::nods::waits for Ael to take five steps before she starts::

DErvKYele:	I thought perhaps you said Ilia to Aili...

Ael tVecj:	A cold?

Ael tVecj:	Must be allergies to all this dirt.

DErvKYele:	::shrugs:: Perhaps.

Ael tVecj:	I'll take some medicine when we get back to the house.

EtonTrSaal:	::looks at them, concentrating, making out oly about every 3rd word>

EtonTrSaal:	::

DErvKYele:	::turns::[So, what brings you here tonight?]

Ael tVecj:	::climb stairs, leaving her husband to his important duties::

EtonTrSaal:	[My feet]

Ilia tReki:	::follows a few steps behind::

Ael tVecj:	<LOL Eton!>

EtonTrSaal:	<::bows::>

Ael tVecj:	::spots two rooms::Which one is his, Ilia?

DErvKYele:	[You are a funny man, Mr. Andianov...

DErvKYele:	]

Ilia tReki:	::glances into both::  I'd wager this one.. ::points at the one with the large, unmade bed::

EtonTrSaal:	::smiles slightly:: Thank you. Though this is serious, Mr...

Ael tVecj:	::looks in, sighs::The youth of today...

DErvKYele:	::starts coughing::

Ilia tReki:	I'll try not to resent that, rekkhai. ::smiles::

DErvKYele:	::mouths:: Name? ::to Ael::

Ael tVecj:	::smiles at her:: I didn't mean you...

Ael tVecj:	:::mouths::Lae

DErvKYele:	::stops coughing::

DErvKYele:	[I apoligize...

DErvKYele:	It must be the dust. Mr. Lae.]

Ilia tReki:	::blinks::coughs to herself and goes behind Ael again, hoping she wasn't too casual for a..

Ilia tReki:	::..servant::

Ael tVecj:	::Lea Lae enters her nephew (whom she's never met)'s bedroom::

Ael tVecj:	Start scanning. Tell me whats supposed to be here, and wahts not.

EtonTrSaal:	Ado you represent the defence or the prosicution, Mr...tr'Lae.

Ilia tReki:	::steps back out from behind her::pulls out her multicorder::

EtonTrSaal:	<do>

Ilia tReki:	::hands the list from the replicator to Ael::  Not much accounting for taste..

DErvKYele:	[Neither, as I said, I am Heb's uncle...]

Ilia tReki:	::begins scanning::

Ael tVecj:	<::Laughs at the Tribble coat on Viva Variety::>

Ael tVecj:	::reads the list::

Ael tVecj:	::nearly faints::

Ael tVecj:	Disgusting.

EtonTrSaal:	So you are wanting to aquit this, "heb" then?

Ilia tReki:	::nods::  Ie.. I can't imagine what must have happened to his taste buds..

Ael tVecj:	Perhaps an accident as a child?

Ael tVecj:	I will ask Pervad about his parents...::shakes head::

DErvKYele:	[Well, yes, and I am sure if serves truth he wll be free.]

Ilia tReki:	::smiles::  That was all I could think of, too.

Ael tVecj:	I'll let you know what he says. ::winks at Ilia::

Ael tVecj:	::looks under the mattress:::This is odd...

Ilia tReki:	What's that, rekkhai..?

DErvKYele:	::hears Ael, walks in nonchalantly::

DErvKYele:	::whispers to her:: Careful, keep your voice down...

EtonTrSaal:	::sighs:: I just want to find out who and why. virgil would never do...

DErvKYele:	I heard you, which means soon he might hear you.

Ael tVecj:	::glances up at K'Yele::Ie, husband....:::blushes::

DErvKYele:	And he understands some Rihannsu...

Ilia tReki:	::continues scanning, not finding much out of the ordinary besides mess::

DErvKYele:	::nods::

EtonTrSaal:	::chokes slightly::....would never provike that.

Ilia tReki:	::blinks at K'Yele::turns herself to conceal the multicorder from the door::

EtonTrSaal:	<provoke>

EtonTrSaal:	<wahtever>

DErvKYele:	So... this is the boy's room...

DErvKYele:	::turns to him:: [I'm sure he wouldn't.]

Ael tVecj:	::wonders if Virgil deserved to be killed or was just a convenient body::

Ilia tReki:	::sweeps the corder around very restrictedly::

DErvKYele:	[From what I've heard, very little, the case will be that he was framed.]

EtonTrSaal:	May I ask you a question, Mr. tr'Lae?

DErvKYele:	[He was a very famous political writer, had many enemies.

DErvKYele:	::nods::

Ael tVecj:	<K'Yele, Heb was in hiding...no one on Adrift should know that..>

Ael tVecj:	<Though, the murderer did..>

Ilia tReki:	::hears it beep very softly::moves slowly towards the nightstand::

DErvKYele:	<Oh.>

DErvKYele:	<Scratch that then, K'Yele would do his homework. :)>

Ael tVecj:	<Intelligence officer turned commander..I should certainly hope so. :)>

Ael tVecj:	::pulls ISDs from under the bed and shoves them into her cloak::

DErvKYele:	[I don't see why he would be framed, but I don't believe he did it...]

EtonTrSaal:	I don't know much about your culture, but you seem to value honor, yes?

DErvKYele:	::nods:: [Very much.]

Ael tVecj:	<Where's Nik?>

Ael tVecj:	::begins quietly examining Heb's underwear drawer::

DErvKYele:	<In the house, outside Heb's room>

EtonTrSaal:	It would seem to me that htere is no honour in killing someone with no provcation.

EtonTrSaal:	<Whereever K'Yele is, he's following him>

Ilia tReki:	::steps up to the nightstand and begins to scan it more thoroughly::

Ael tVecj:	::hand feels a disruptor...gulps slightly::

DErvKYele:	[Well, I agree...]

EtonTrSaal:	::to Ael:: Is something wrong, Miss?

DErvKYele:	[Which is why I have belief in my nephew.]

Ilia tReki:	::concentrates on the readings::hears Nik come closer and clicks the corder shut::

DErvKYele:	<I think we scared 'im off...>

Ilia tReki:	::slips it into her pocket and turns back to the door::

Ael tVecj:	<Nah, I'll tell you what he said later. :)>

Ael tVecj:	::glanes out at Nikoli A...::: Na. ::sharply::

Ael tVecj:	::closes the drawer, nervous with the Lloann'nan there::

DErvKYele:	::coughs:: Wife, you should be a bit less snappish, Mr. Andianov isn't trying to be rude...

Ael tVecj:	::blushes again:: [I am sorry, Mr. Andianov.]

Ilia tReki:	::looks servant-ish::

EtonTrSaal:	No, it is allright...

Ael tVecj:	[I've think...thought...] thought Heb was a good child.

EtonTrSaal:	::to Ael:: You look uncomfortable? Woudl you rather not have a...Lloann'na...looking over...

EtonTrSaal:	...your shoudler?

EtonTrSaal:	::hopes that's the right word::

Ael tVecj:	::smiles, speaks slowly:: Never know what side a lloan'nan is on.

Ael tVecj:	::thinks of Mulder, and the Federation bounty on his head::

EtonTrSaal:	I knwo my people have wronged yours and yours mine. I am my own person, though.

DErvKYele:	::nods:: [As we can see by your staying on ch'Rihan.]

EtonTrSaal:	I woudl be happy to see your Nefew walk free, if he is not guilty.

DErvKYele:	[Uh, Romulus.]

DErvKYele:	<Scratch...>

EtonTrSaal:	I would almost rather it was a human, so there will be no malice towards your people.

DErvKYele:	<I'm asleep tonight, replace with Adrift... :)>

Ael tVecj:	::nods to Andianov::[Then we shall be in good...companionship]

Ael tVecj:	::nearly bites her tongue off::

EtonTrSaal:	<You don't need to correct that. A german would say Deutchland, so a Rihanna wold say...

EtonTrSaal:	<ch'rihan>

Ael tVecj:	::looks at Aili::Are you done?

DErvKYele:	::chuckles slightly at Ael's slight ignorance of the Terran language::

DErvKYele:	<No, I mean it is Adrift.>

Ael tVecj:	::snorts at K'Yele's chuckling, he gets paid for knowing this stuff::

DErvKYele:	<Not ch'Rihan.>

EtonTrSaal:	How do you come to knwo so much Terran?

Ilia tReki:	::nods deeply::  Ie.

EtonTrSaal:	<oh, yes. Duh>

DErvKYele:	::is at a loss for a moment, as his cover is not military...::

DErvKYele:	[I was a scientist a while ago.

DErvKYele:	I had to travel to many conferences at Earth.]

EtonTrSaal:	::smiles:: [I am glad to see I am not alone in peace]

DErvKYele:	[It was much easier to learn Terran rather than to pay and travel with a translator.

DErvKYele:	]

Ael tVecj:	::nods::[One of our other...houseservers...is at Alpha Centauri today.]

DErvKYele:	::nods::

EtonTrSaal:	Is there any way I can assist you?

DErvKYele:	[I don't think so...] ::inconspicuously blocking the door::

Ael tVecj:	::thinks 'we've got all we need' over and over, hopes K'Yele will pick it up::

EtonTrSaal:	May I still stay and watch? I do honestly want to find the truth.

DErvKYele:	[We're just looking at the things, this... problem gave us an excuse to visit the boy.]

Ael tVecj:	::looks all squintyeyed::

DErvKYele:	::hears Ael faintly, gets it::

Ilia tReki:	::mentally cringes, but stays quiet and stony on the outside::

DErvKYele:	[Go right ahead.]

DErvKYele:	::motions for Ilia to put away multicorder, steps away from door::

Ael tVecj:	::bows to Mr. And...::: [We stay at the chataeu on the corner.]

Ilia tReki:	::pushes it deeper into her pocket::

EtonTrSaal:	Thank you. May we speak more later?

DErvKYele:	::nods:: [Any time.]

Ael tVecj:	::smiles::

DErvKYele:	[Now, we should probably head out..]

EtonTrSaal:	Do you know if there is any way for a human to visit ch'Romu...ch'riho...um...

Ilia tReki:	::tries to figure out what's going on::

DErvKYele:	[We have to check back in with Heb.]

Ael tVecj:	::glances at Nikolai::When this is all over...

DErvKYele:	ch'Rihan. [And they offer many exchange programs.

EtonTrSaal:	::bows his head slightly:; Either way, if I can aid you, please tell me.

DErvKYele:	]

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<

Ael tVecj:	>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>End Sim<<<<<<<<<<<<<

4/12/98 12:58:08 AM	Closing "Hnoiyika 4/11/98"