Westbound & Down

Posted on Sun Aug 28th, 2011 @ 6:28pm by Ensign Erich Wynn & Captain Alexander Gunning & James Wilson LLB PI [P: Ratchford]

Mission: The Pak'Leth Problem
Location: Leaving The Archanis Sector
Timeline: MD01 - 1300

[ON]

Cadet Erich Wynn hadn't heard of the man he was supposed to be working with. In fact, he'd never even heard of a Private Investigator- outside of the old films he'd seen at least. It seemed like a prehistoric construct, a defunct idea from a defunct generation and now, here he was, a member of Gold Squadron shuttling some guy around. In fact, in the time they'd been in the same runabout, he'd said a grand total of five words to him.

He was currently holed-up in the rear compartment of the Delta Flyer craft, either hiding or 'working'. Either way, Wynn felt the need for some company. "Computer," he said, "music. Contemporary Betazoid. Halaaran, if you've got it."

Wilson rolled his eyes on the rear compartment of the Delta Flyer. He suspected that Gunning had deliberately selected him such an annoying cadet. The youngster had tried persistently to talk to him during their journey, and had shown a predisposition to have his recreational preferences interfere upon he entire craft. This 'music' - a term too loosely ascribed, Wilson felt - was a prime example. The private eye could hear it even in the aft compartment, with the connecting door between the two sections of the ship sealed.

"Computer, play a selection of five violin solos, at once. Make them as different from each other as you can." The resulting sound was chaotic, hideous, and bore very little resemblance to any of the original five pieces. The volume of the five tunes playing together sufficiently drowned out the cadet's Betazoid piece in the aft compartment. It brought no small amount of satisfaction to the detective that the sound also seeped into the bow compartment.

Wynn sat in the cockpit quietly seething. "Computer. Stop playback. Engage autopilot."

The fresh-faced kid pulled himself up from his chair and stepped back through the run about to the aft compartment. "What is that?!" He shouted over the din.

"It is five violins," Wilson stated, so matter-of-factly as to almost put across the impression that he seriously considered the cadet to be deficient in the brain department. "More specifically, it is Kreisler, Mozart, Tchaikovsky, Sibelius and Mendelssohn."

"But why?!" Wynn shouted, "Are you even enjoying that?!"

"It helps me focus," the detective said simply. After a few moments of... well, racket in the place of silence, he glanced around to see the confused expression on the young man's face. "The universe is full chaos, cadet," the told him, turning back to his work. "I do my best when I'm picking the threads out from within it."

"I see." Erich said, almost impressed. "So you can hear the individual elements?"

"Of course I can hear them," Wilson said, managing to mute the 'you blithering idiot' that would have otherwise accompanied the statement. "I can distinguish them as well. Frankly, the larger distraction here is you asking unintelligent and unnecessary questions, interrupting my work."

Wynn stood glaring in the hatch for a moment. "You're going to have to communicate with me properly eventually." He said bluntly before turning on his heel and returning to cockpit.

"Not if you hurry up and get us there, I don't," James muttered quietly, after the door had shut.

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James Wilson, LLB PI (PNPC)
Private Detective
Played by Prax

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Cadet Erich Wynn (NPC)
Gold Squadron
Starbase 332
Played by Gunning