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The Vice Admiral's mission had been somewhat ... interrupted by the sudden regression to physiological childhood of not only him but also Agent Learmont and Lt Cdr Coates. Not to mention so very many of the visitors to this ship they'd come to investigate. Although everyone is now looking the correct age once more, the interviews he'd wanted to conduct shortly after arrival haven't happened.

Until now.

Tyrrell is seated at the head of the table in the conference room that's been set aside for their interviews, sipping a cup of coffee and occasionally pausing to glare at it. Not because there's anything wrong with it -- it's replicator coffee made to his specifications -- but because he's not pleased at the delay to his mission this interference by Q has caused.

In front of him on the wide, long table is a PADD, and in between sips from his cup, he's reading through the list on it. The list is a sampling of Picard's interdimensional and intertemporal guests, including some of those whose pasts and abilities are ... of particular interest.

Agent Learmont, accompanied by Security, has gone to fetch them one by one. She'll be polite and professional, as is her way.

When each of their interviewees arrive, she'll show them in, then sit down opposite them, just around the table from Tyrrell. That way, it looks less like it's two-on-one.

This is not supposed to appear intimidating.

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Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Alec Troven if he could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Alec into the room.

Edited 2015-06-02 12:37 (UTC)

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Sinthia Schmidt if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Sinthia into the room.

Edited 2015-06-02 12:38 (UTC)

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Gaila betIlley if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Gaila into the room.

Edited 2015-06-02 12:38 (UTC)

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Bob Fraser if he could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

(He is not, apparently, always easy to find.)

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Bob into the room.

Edited 2015-06-02 12:40 (UTC)

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Elizabeth Dewitt if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Elizabeth into the room.

Edited 2015-06-02 12:40 (UTC)

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Lorna Dane if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Lorna into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Yuna (no last name on record) if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Yuna into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Tasha Yar if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation, even if the woman they are meeting is supposed to be dead.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Tasha into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Kaylin Neya if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Kaylin into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Agatha Heterodyne if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Agatha into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Irian t'Aumne if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation, even if it involves a Romulan.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Irian into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Magneto if he could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Magneto into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Alex Rogan if he could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Alex into the room.

Edited 2015-06-02 13:53 (UTC)

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Trever McCallum if he (and his apparently teleporting cat) could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Trever into the room.

Edited 2015-06-02 13:21 (UTC)

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Trance Gemini if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Trance into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Jack Frost if he could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Jack into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked B'Elanna Torres if she could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures B'Elanna into the room.

Agent Learmont has been nothing but polite since she asked Shotaro Hidari if he could come and speak with her and Vice Admiral Tyrrell in one of the Enterprise's conference rooms.

This is meant to be like a conversation, not like an interrogation.

That's why she's smiling as she opens the door, and why only one security officer came with her.

He stays outside as Agent Learmont gestures Shotaro into the room.

Lorna didn't like this at all. Her interactions with the government weren't all bad but they were largely bad. These people had no reason to respect her rights since she wasn't a native. Truthfully she'd heavily considered skipping this, claiming to be sick or something but that would mean going to sickbay and she wasn't at all eager to do that.

She took a seat, glaring sullenly at the interviewers for a moment. "So what's this about?"

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When one had to stare down a man drawing upon the power of fear itself, it was hard to take a bit of gold braid as too much of a threat. At the same time, Shotaro had an idea of what was going on here. And that was why he was here alone. He wasn't about to deliver Philip and all he meant and stood for as a direct connection to all the memories of their version of Earth to some untested authority. Picard had been hospitable, all things considered. These guys, however...

If Agent Learmont had been a bit younger, she might have been forced to endure a little hard-boiled flirtation. He had a magnetism to women that were capable of making him eat the floor. Or so he imagined anyone with the title "Agent" could do. As it was, he was agreeable to her request, striding along casually beside her. He fully intended to leave his hat on for as long as the Vice-Admiral could tolerate. And maybe a bit longer.

As a detective that was used to delivering these kinds of not-interrogations, he intended to give as good as he got. "Yo," he said, deliberately far too familiar for the audience. He settled into a chair and crossed his legs at the knees. "To what do I owe the pleasure of the Vice-Admiral's time?"

Elizabeth was nervous about the meeting, but she felt like she could handle it, now that she was the proper size again. What was the worst that would happen? If they tried to arrest her she'd run or something. Booker knew where she was and he was waiting to rescue her if she needed it.

She gave Agent Learmont a shy smile ass he stepped in. She was fidgetting with the thimble on her right pinky, a nervous gesture she still hadn't unlearned. "Hi. It's nice to meet you." Being polite never hurt anything, after all.

Alex had been more than glad to come and speak to someone from Starfleet. Upon realizing it was someone from off the ship didn't make him more happy, though, it made him wary. He was from 1980's Earth and to him, conspiracies and the government being in everyone's business in bad ways were all too real.

With some trepidation, but some hopefulness, he followed the agent and the officer to the room.

When he stepped inside, he smiled a little and nodded to the man across the room, then glanced from one person to the next as to where to sit. "Hi!"

They get cat first.

About a minute before Trever shows up, a black cat appears on the table in front of the Vice Admiral and Stared at him.

That horrible. Horrible. Judging STARE that cats can do.

She is JUDGING YOU.

JUDGING INTO YOUR SOUL.

JUUUUDDDGGIIIIINNNG YOU.

And then she flopped down in the most inconvenient spot imaginable and started to groom herself.

Because Cat.

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Sinthia is accustomed to summonses like this. Not to the style in which this one is set up; Johann never bothered to make his interrogations look casual, and she doubts he could have pulled it off if he'd tried, but even though the setting is unfamiliar, she can recognize what this is. (Sometimes she's cynical about why people are interested in her particularly. Like now.)

She doesn't smile back at the agent who collects her, which really isn't unusual for her, but dutifully climbs into a chair. "Hello Vice Admiral Tyrrell," she says, aiming to be polite until she either can't be or something bothers her enough not to be. "What do you wish to speak about?"

Irian knows what an interrogation looks like. It isn't as if she has never been party to one before, and even simple debriefings in the old Empire always felt more like being interrogated. No, these people are going out of their way to make her feel comfortable.

It doesn't work, but she can at least appreciate the attempt, if nothing else.

She walks into the room and sits down, her posture military-straight, hands folded on top of the table. It's not a coincidence that she's wearing her uniform, though it's almost certainly a style no one else in the room will recognize; all the same, it's still plainly a Romulan uniform, from the patterning in the dark green fabric of her jacket to the subtle bird-of-prey insignia on her belt buckle.

"Admiral," she says, acknowledging Tyrrell with a brief inclination of her head. Her demeanor is perfectly courteous and perfectly detached, almost Vulcan-cool. Almost. She is trying not to telegraph her discomfort, but it may show through a little anyway.

Agatha had been wondering if she was in a teensy spot of trouble when she was asked to come. Just before the whole age down thing, she might have caused a few small... explosions... in ten forward. Nothing too unexpected, and no one but her got hurt. But... She had to keep reminding herself and being reminded, these people aren't Sparks.

Really, it's amazing how much fuss they make over the smallest things. What's a table and a bit of smoke...compared to science?

So she had matched politeness for politeness as she was escorted in. But once she entered the room, she stopped, then walked slowly to the table, sniffing the air lightly.

"Do I smell...coffee...?" she asked quietly, a light shining in her eyes.

If you value your lives, do. not. give. this. woman. coffee.

Polite or not, Kaylin knew what this was. Even if she hadn't seen them around all week, she'd been a Hawk long enough to know when someone was getting dragged past Marcus to talk to the Hawklord.

No.... no this was worse. This... Gods... this was like being dragged in to talk to Mallory when Marcus was rotting in caste jail after being framed for murder. That thought left her irritated and ****ed off. She hid some of it under the mask of "Hawk" the professionalism of a beat cop... but she couldn't hide all her disdain.

She did try though.

You couldn't fault her on following them, doing as she was told, so long as no one tried to touch the mark on her face, or asked her to surrender her daggers, bracer, or familiar.

The small dragon was half a sleep, it's translucent head on it's little paws. How translucent eyelids covered dark eyes, she would never understand.

She really hated magic.

She entered the room, and stood behind the chair that was clearly meant for her.

"You wanted to speak with me?" she asked, coolly and crisply.

Bob is not the most patient with authority. They are often chained to their forms and reports, often forgetting that there are leagues of difference between them and reality, much like expecting that reading science fiction has put him in good stead for a career in space.

Bob on the other hand, knows perfectly well his job (albeit he did need correcting by his son that 'always get your man' wasn't the motto in favour of 'Maintain the Right'.) and the practicalities of living it.

...Not that it's automatically clear to people who meet him.

He doesn't fear this interrogation. Or conversation. Or whatever the young lady wants to call it.

He's probably pretty amiable as she escorts him, relating some story about some curiously named Northern Canadian, like Old Fish Bob, who earned the name through hard work and oddness.

He finds the arrangement amusing, if only he's done this sort of intervention and its familiar and obvious.

"Hello, son," he said in greeting. After all, the dead don't stand on ceremony, do they?

Yuna followed her into the room unconcerned about the security officer with her or the set up of the room. It made sense to have security and she wasn't insulted by it. Her gaze quickly jumped around the room before she walked in and took a seat. She appeared at ease smiling and waving to the man who was already sitting in the room.

She liked talking to people though she was curious to know how this conversation might go. Most of the time she talked to people she ended up talking about herself anyway. Others didn't seem as open, not that she faulted them for that, and Yuna was the sort who didn't mind keeping things in the open. She also wasn't a very good liar.

"It's nice to meet you." Yuna smiled her gaze shifting towards Agent Learmont as she greeted them both. When she spoke to them she made eye contact, her mismatched gaze warm and friendly.

Jack is hesitant as he steps into the room. He won't get used to adults seeing him, even if it's because he asked Q to make him visible. He holds his staff close.

"What did you want to speak to me about?" He asks immediately. He only agreed to this because it had to do with helping keep the kids, well now adults, safe. Job done, what could they want from him?

Trance found it quietly amusing that they thought a security officer, whether one or many, would actually be able to stop her if force became necessary. Trance didn't know Agent Learmont or Vice Admiral Tyrrel, but she knew others like them. She just hoped they were more like the officers of the Old Commonwealth than the New, or the 'officials' floating around during the Long Night.

Besides, conversations, whether they were actually conversations or interrogations, never went well with Trance.

She sat down, her skin sparkling in the ceiling lights. "Perhaps there's something you'd like to ask me?"

Alec saunters in grinning like a loon. The expression could even be considered fey like - which goes very well with his fey features. This has been hilarious for him. He did get infected, but it didn't do anything to him because he didn't feel like being in a twelve year old's body again. It's nice to have control over yourself like that. Originally he thought about just teleporting in, but decided that perhaps he'll keep that a secret for now.

"You two are looking much more mature and responsible," he said shamelessly before sitting down. "Has this place grown on you?"

For someone who is, actually, in Starfleet, Gaila's never been fond of interviews like this. With officers, teachers, anyone. Still, she keeps her back straight and her hands still, keeps her body held to attention without being stiff with nerves.

"Vice Admiral, Acting Ensign Gaila betIlley," she says with a formal nod, waiting for leave to sit before she does so.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tyrrell can see her fidgeting so he doesn't look up from his PADD until she is standing directly in front of him. It doesn't hurt to exploit a few nerves, it loosens tongues. "Elizabeth Dewitt, take a seat. You have been invited here to give Starfleet an insight to the 'issues' that have a risen on the Enterprise."

There is a suggestion in his tone that she might be one of the problems.

"You arrived with a family member, is that correct?"

The newly reinstated Lieutenant Yar is nervous. The smile doesn't help. She was never good at standing still and there's some concentration just going towards looking - once again - like she always aspired to be; an exceptional Starfleet officer.

"Lt. Natasha Yar, reporting as requested, ma'am." She won't sit until requested. Outdated protocol is still protocol.

Tyrrell expects him to sober up pretty quickly and does not dignify Alec with a reply. This casual attitude is not how anyone should act around a Vice Admiral, and he is not going to let it go on. "You may stand up until you are invited to take a seat Alec Troven."

He looks up from his PADD with an icy stare and waits expectantly.

Nope. Sobering doesn't happen. It would take something quite a bit different to sober him up. The Vice Admiral's attitude just makes him enjoy himself even more. Alec is, after all, that annoying guy who talks during movies and then talks louder after you tell him to shut up. (Not that he, personally, would do that in movies, but he's like that guy.)

"Yeah except for one thing: I out rank you, so you should be the ones standing, not me," Alec replied with a Cheshire Cat's grin, his finger tips pressed together held just under his nose. "Check your databases. It's true."

Reality will currently say that Alec does have the rank of Admiral and has been apart of DTI for about fifty years or so with a decent log of missions and paperwork filed. The two DTI agents on the other hand know that this is utter bupkiss, even if supposedly tamper-proof records say otherwise.

Edited (Had to add moer.) 2015-06-07 06:46 (UTC)

Tyrrell has conducted a number of interviews before Alex Rogan is shown into the room, and he's got a strong urge to rub at his temples. These 'visitors' are frustrating at best, and from their conduct, he is prepared to label each one a threat when he reports back on them.

There are a couple of classes of people onboard - those who know Starfleet, those who respect command enough to wait for direction, and those who simply throw themselves into a seat like they own the place. At least this one has a few manners.

"Alex Rogan, take a seat." Tyrrell gestures to the assigned chair. "How are you finding your stay on the Enterprise?"

The explosions have not gone unnoticed. Tyrrell is of the opinion that this one should have any scientific equipment taken away from her, and be banned from touching it, because in her hands they are a weapon. There are already a couple of marks on her file to that effect, and a note that Picard has been lax in policing the newcomers.

He takes a sip of his coffee. "The coffee is for me, you will be content with a glass of water." He looks across at her. "Before you take a seat, remove any equipment, tools and supplies you may have on you and place them in the corner."

Agent Tyrrell instantly made Elizabeth's list of unsavory people with his hesitation and his tone. So much for co-operation. After being tortured and brainwashed this man couldn't touch her.

She took a seat and pulled out one of her last, precious cigarettes. Two people could play the interrogation game. "Why should I tell you anything about my family? The question is irrelevant." Instead of a friendly but nervous tone Elizabeth now sounds certain and annoyed.

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Alex studied the man as he was studied, and when the man spoke and gestured, he nodded. "Yes, sir." He suddenly felt like he was in school again, with his strict history teacher.

"I'm enjoying it, sir. I feel like I have a lot to catch up on, what with being asleep so long, and missing so much. From what I've seen, I hope to become a productive member of the society of this time."

Her eyes flicked to the corner. "There isn't enough space," she said simply.

"And I'm not a stupid girl anymore. You clearly want respect," she said, because now without the madness in her eyes, fogging her mind, she could see them clearly, could think clearly about something other than inventions.

And she did not like what she was seeing. The person who had walked her in was polite, but this person... she matched courtesy for courtesy, and in this case abrupt rudeness for rudeness.

She rested her hands on the table and looked him in the eye.

"Fine. But respect has to be earned, and that starts by treating me with a measure of it as well. As near as I can tell, you somehow have something over the people who chose to work on this ship. While I've agreed to follow the rules here, I don't take things of the ship apart without permission, I don't attack people - not that she would anyhow, if someone didn't attack her or hers first - I haven't discharged a weapon. However, my agreeing to follow those rules did not confer on to you any authority over me."

She stood again and crossed her arms. She was that kind of princess. She was the Heterodyne, and she was done being treated like a young failure of a student. No more. Not with Maxim here. She had to protect him. He was one of her people, and if she let someone walk all over her, he would step up and try to defend her. And she did not want to see him get hurt.

Well... in trouble. Unless there were a lot more of them waiting in the wings, Maxim wouldn't be the one to get hurt.

B'Elaanna is a Klingon, so she is naturally suspicious of any authority, but especially one is a Starfleet uniform. It is however fortunate that B'Elanna has been serving on the voyager for the last 8 years, and with Tom for the last 3 years.

She wasn't smiling, but she wasn't hostile either. She stood at attention waiting for her next order, Janeway taught her well.

She'd been polite and he's managed not to be cagey, at least, unless you knew him well enough to know the difference between his genuinely at ease behavior and his polite-for-the-officials behavior.

"Thank you." It's said with a smile, a slight nod of the head, but he stays standing beside the chair until the others move to sit. Politeness, in part. In part not conceding his feet to those who are standing.

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ALEC TROVEN

SINTHIA SCHMIDT

GAILA BETILLEY

BOB FRASER

ELIZABETH DEWITT

LORNA DANE

YUNA

NATASHA YAR

KAYLIN NEYA

AGATHA HETERODYNE

IRIAN T'AUMNE

MAGNETO

ALEX ROGAN

TREVER MCCALLUM

TRANCE GEMINI

JACK FROST

B'ELANNA TORRES

SHOTARO HIDARI

LORNA DANE

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ELIZABETH DEWITT

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Re: KAYLIN NEYA

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YUNA

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Re: ALEC TROVEN

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Re: B'ELANNA TORRES

...i don't know how this got lost but it did. Very sorry.