The Right Tools For The Job, Alliance Mission, Attn: Wes

[Kei Dioddai]

Kei stared longingly out the thick window which looked out the port of her transport, as the crescent rim of her destination loomed in the nearby distance. The void of space was something which was fittingly alien to her, and something which never ceased to put the young nurse's usually steady nerves at unease. It was so bleak and quiet. So very, very empty that Kei dreaded any time she was forced to fair its eternal causeways alone. Then again, this was not the kind of vacation that Kei could afford to have company on. That had been her official explanation for the leave request from Coronet General, the need for a vacation. Luckily, with the amount of hours she worked and the unusual nature of one fated operation, her request had been granted rather quickly.

Behind her, Kei had left Coronet City and a shameful incident involving a 'doctor' who'd tried to manipulate the trusted nature Kei had constructed in the hospital, in order to illegally acquire medical equipment. It was not the fact that she'd been the target of a con which had sullied the young woman's otherwise pristine and glowing record, though. It had been something else which Miss 'Cloudrunner' had convinced her to do. While the patient involved had disappeared as quickly as she had arrived and without filing a formal complaint, that had not stopped the rumors. Rumors that Kei had helped a surgeon, who was unsanctioned by the hospital, perform an amputation without a patient's consent. Kei also knew her supervisor did not expect her to return to Coronet for that same reason.

She'd had a few days in the crushing silence of the void, alone with her thoughts alone for one of the rare moments in her life, and Kei had grown to regret ever letting Merci near her. She also couldn't wait to make it to Naboo, where she could ignore her emotions by focusing on someone else'. It was a pity that she wouldn't be able to do the same by seeing some of the planet's beautiful landscape. Unfortunately, this was not that kind of 'vacation'.

Kei could almost feel the glow of the planet as she drew in towards the spaceport within Naboo's sprawling, contemporary architectural capital. The warmth of sentient life which was absent within the never ending void of space. It radiated upward like a beacon of consolation and comfort which promised the weary woman a few new faces and solid ground beneath her feet. She could not deny the unworldly relief she felt as she crawled from her shuttle minutes later, onto the bustling surface within the packed port.

The small woman stepped out like a mouse captured in the bright light of a lamp, with her hand raised to put her white sleeve between her dark rimmed eyes and the bright midday sun above her head. She was dressed rather unlike how a tourist would be expected to dress. In fact, the white robe which was draped over her shoulders was just about the only 'new' looking thing she was wearing. Beneath the open front of the robe like garb was a weathered blouse, beneath which was another bulky shirt, both of which fell past her hips without tucking into her baggy, cargo style trousers. In fact, she looked more like a resident citizen out for a walk in the space port than someone who'd just touched down.

After finalizing her docking, signing a few papers and transferring the payment to the local dockmaster, Kei was upon the streets of Theed, on her way to the distinct center of the picturesque capital, its Royal Palace. While she opened herself happily to those around her, the wandering woman remained on the outskirts of the mulling populace, happy to pass by them all without arousing any interest of second glances. She often felt overwhelmed in public places, but after being alone in space, she could stand to sacrifice her personal space for a few minutes.

Upon arriving at the royal palace, Kei hesitated at its lowest pantheons for a few moments, to admire the outstanding beauty of the central structure, which stood as a symbol of Naboo's reputed egalitarianism. The enlightened democracy within Naboo's government was something she'd always been quite fascinated by.

Kei sighed quietly, returned the cowl of her cloak to cover her hair and brow, before she began up the steps towards the summit, confident that would be her last chance during the trip to appreciate any of the local delights. Having relayed ahead upon her approach on Naboo, she was rather confident and hopeful that her 'partner' during her 'vacation' would be waiting for her somewhere ahead, though Kei was less sure of where. In all honesty, there was some anxiety about whom she was meant to meet. A man who was both famous and infamous depending on which side of the field you were on, as well as someone who a good part of the galaxy thought was dead. So, yeah, just a bit anxious.

Kei lifted her head as she walked through the looming entrance of the palace, and took her first timid steps into the massive palace. The Plaza by itself was enough to make the minuscule woman feel like a speck on the side of the galaxy's pinky finger. Thankfully, it was not so crowded as to compound the feeling of being irrevocably small. She scanned the large plaza for a few moments, before Kei captured a glimpse of the one she was looking for. He stood on the opposite side of the plaza, near the first steps towards the Palace Proper. At such a distance, even Kei was surprised when she recognized him, though she'd learned not to question such things. Instead, she just lowered her head, drifted into the crowd, and went with it.

There had been a few moments during her trip when Kei had wondered how she would approach Wes Loran when the time came for them to meet face to face. There really was no avoiding how much she idolized the man for everything he represented, so it was no wonder that she wanted to make a good impression when she first approached. Even coming this far, she still had no idea how she could accomplish that, and it was only natural for the small woman's anxieties to mount once more as she drew within mere feet of the epitome of freedom fighting, himself.

"excuse me..." Kei said, in a regrettably uninspired manner, once she drawn near to Wes, who towered more than a foot above her head. "are you waiting for someone?" it was not that Kei wanted to be inconspicuous, more that she didn't want to walk right up to him and say 'I am Kei Dioddai. You've been waiting for me.' or anything else that might suggest she was of any sizable importance. She didn't immediately lift her head to display her eyes or face, but after a few long seconds, the much smaller nurse slowly tilted her head back to give Wes a look at her face, and let him know she was the woman he'd been speaking to for the last few days. Well, actually they had only spoken once, but Kei hoped Wes recognized her, even if she was dressed in a very drab manner.

[Wes Loran]

Wes leaned against the pillar nearest to the marble steps leading to the palace proper, catching a few moments of quiet as he waited for the person he’d called on to help him on the most recent issue that had arisen between him and the Naboo royals. He was dressed in the simple Royal Security Force uniform, unmarked as far as rank went, but it was more for the purpose of leaving him free to go about his business than anything official. It would hardly pay off to walk around in his proper uniform, especially not when investigating eventual leaks. As it was, he appeared much like a guard on duty, if it had not been for his lax attitude and the fact that the cap was lazily hanging from his fingers rather than placed on his head.

He’d spent close to three weeks on the planet, organising various things with the government officials who were giving their support to the Alliance, finding out how the two groups could help each other in the best ways. They’d also brought to his attention various leaks they were experiencing concerning information on the Alliance they had in their possession. Nothing serious had leaked yet, but it could only escalate. They’d pointed out a suspect and given him free reign, but they’d put weight on giving the suspect a fair trial and uncovering evidence to base their accusations on. Wes couldn’t fault them for it, it wasn’t a sure thing the Noble man Nareem Harkesh had siphoned off information to the Confederation, but it was his job to find out, so he’d use whatever means necessary.

Scanning the plaza, he let his eyes wander through the sparse crowds. Tourists were the majority of the sentient beings wandering around, wishing to have a look at the famed Royal Palace, only a few actually had business with the many offices it contained. It was easy to look at the people walking around, as the crowd wasn’t large enough to hide everyone. His eyes found a particular figure entering the plaza from the direction of the spaceport, letting them scrutinise the woman for a few moments, he decided the body language and appearance at that distance made her a likely candidate for the woman he was waiting for. He pushed his weight off the column, taking a few steps forward to stand straight.

He kept his eyes on her as she approached, and he could see through her body language that she seemed apprehensive. It seemed to increase as she came closer to his position and he resisted the urge to knit his brows together in a frown. If she was this apprehensive even meeting him, he couldn’t worsen matters by letting it outwardly show that he was bothered by her nervous manner. He shut the emotions far down in his mind, tossing them aside in such an efficient manner that they had apparently disappeared. With such a tight control over his emotions as he had, he didn’t let them get the better of him.

"Excuse me..."

His mouth quirked slightly in amusement, her timid manner was understandable to a certain degree. Dioddai wasn’t accustomed to work in the Intelligence sector, which tended to become trickier than usual when they were away from the safe confines of the Alliance’s own bases. She was unsure how to approach him, not knowing whichever cover stories they were using, but Wes would assure her that they didn’t have to put up any particular ruse, merely avoid addressing the Alliance by name while they were in the company of others and public places. However, there was another side to her timid behaviour towards him; he could see it fairly well, as he’d seen it in countless others. She was unsure how to approach Director Loran.

"... are you waiting for someone?"

With a flourish, he placed the cap of the Royal Naboo Security Force on his head, plucked whatever luggage she held out of her hand and linked their arms together, flashing a charming smile. “Yes, I am. You.” He winked at her smartly, as he led them up the stairs to the palace proper, where they would be free of the crowds. “I’m glad you chose to join me, Dioddai. I’ve heard that skill of yours is quite handy.” He turned them down a hall, towards the area where their preliminary investigation was, as well as where the rooms Alliance personnel were given when visiting.

“This might take some time,” he clarified, figuring that she was wondering where they were going. “So the Queen has provided you a room for your stay. We’ll drop off your things and I can brief you properly.”

[Kei Dioddai]

What a sight that must have been, for a royal guard grasped and locked arms with a girl whom might as well have been half his size. While Wes certainly wasn't the largest man she'd met, the startled expression on Kei's face when he locked arms with her only added some humor to the unusual sight. She wasn't exactly used to being taken by surprise, and usually had a good idea of what someone planned to do before doing it. Wes hadn't exactly given her the chance to predict him at all, having swept her up in exuberance the moment she said hello.

Incidentally... Her 'skill'? Is that what people were calling it now? She'd always thought it was more of a trait.

Now, she was chasing the floor with her footsteps in an attempt to keep up with the Director's unexpectedly brisk and spry style of walking and, being that her hands had been freed up by his equally unexpected chivalry, all Kei could do was hold on and try to keep up. Once she found her footing, however, it proved simple enough to mirror Wes' gait. She was glad he briefly flustered her really, as it had distracted her from the rather awe inspiring presence of the Palace Proper, which boasted a rather massive interior. Well, it wasn't that big, but it succeeded in making Kei feel very small.

After Wes' brief explanation, Kei absently returned her attention to the perplexing man, who she wasn't quite sure how to judge just yet. What she knew about the famed Director of the Alliance obviously painted him in glowing regard within her mind, but there was a great deal of difficulty within justifying that he was as human as the diminutive woman he led by the arm. While it was certainly an accepted fact that Wes Loran was human, mortal and all those other things, that logical realization had done little to dispel the pedestal upon which Kei had placed him.

Up until the moment when she actually met him, which had been something far from what she'd expected. She'd expected a man with a knightly diligence, who spoke with cause and reason, who acted slowly and considerately like any tactical genius. What she'd gotten was a man who was full of energy, and very proactive, one which lost very little time in whisking her on her way. Beyond what she'd expected out of Wes' attitude, she'd also expected someone far older. While physical appearance mattered very little in Kei's impressions of others, there was no lie in saying that the good Director had aged remarkably well. For a man who was supposed to be in his mid fifties, he could almost pass as her husband. Kei had to considered the possibility that it was some kind of disguise, and that some how he'd been revitalized into looking many years his junior, but why do so when one could just as easily construct a different face? In fact, building someone a new face was considerably easier than making them appear younger. If he had just grown that way, then she wanted his secret.

"thank you..." She remarked quietly in return for the brief clarification she was given as they made their way to her room. Kei was unsure if it was proper to add 'sir' onto the end of her response, but decided in the end that Wes likely didn't respond well to such formal semantics. That brought her thoughts to the subject of her 'room'. Was she honestly going to be staying in the Royal Palace of Theed? Kei lowered her expectations to a modest expectation that she would be lead to the servants quarters. There was no way the queen would open up anything larger than that just for the likes of Kei Dioddai, Surgical Nurse.

"please excuse me... I hadn't expected that this would all start so suddenly..." the minute woman went on in her very quiet voice, as she lightly squeezed the arm which was looped around her own. She wondered if anyone had told Wes about her other habits. If he knew about her judge of character, he must have also known about her talent for calming and consoling others, as well as the questionable techniques she sometimes employed to achieve those means. Then again, did it really matter? Kei found it astronomically unlikely that she would need to hug Wes for any reason what-so-ever. "I'm still not wholly sure of what you expect from me." she added conservatively, "after all, I premier in medicine, not intelligence." no doubt he intended to explain his reasons when he debriefed her, but Kei felt awkward about letting silence reign after Wes had spoken. She wondered if they would need to walk much further to find her room.

[Wes Loran]

"Thank you..."

Wes gave the woman a smile, one meant to reassure her and put her at ease. The trepidation she felt was clearly evidence in the way she held herself as they walked. Wes would make sure to have her relax before they started. It wouldn’t do if the woman kept acting like this during their investigation. Not that her behaviour was bad at all, it just wasn’t tactically wise considering what they wanted to get out of the people who resided in the palace. He’d cut her some slack however, as he knew she was new to the field of Intelligence and most likely would’ve preferred to be back in the Alliance infirmary.

They slowly drew closer to the wing where any visiting Alliance personnel were quartered when they spent a lengthened time on Naboo. The rooms, while quite luxorious compared to what Alliancers were used to normally, were not the most extravagant rooms the Naboo had to offer. Their assigned wing of the palace was one of the more private and closed off areas, where very few traversed unless they had a purpose. The rooms were of a doable size, smaller than most rooms, but large compared to the normal size of an ordinary room. Nothing was really small in the Naboo Royal Palace.

“I hadn't expected that this would all start so suddenly..."

As he kept his eyes straight ahead, his eyebrows quirked slightly in amusement when he felt her gently squeeze his arm. He’d read the reports her superiors had given him, and it seemed to coincide with her current behaviour. He couldn’t help but feel thoroughly amused at her directing her manner at him, however. He hardly needed any consoling. “Sadly, time isn’t on our side,” he said, his voice carrying a sliver of exasperation. “This is something that had to be taken care of quite quickly to limit the potential damage.” He didn’t think it needed any more explaining than that, she’d posed a simple question that had a simple answer. If she desired to know more she’d ask.

He turned them down a hall and they continued on. He adjusted their direction slightly so they were headed towards one of the doors lining the hallway. The massive windows on the opposite wall threw their silhouettes over the doors, the sunlight bordering on blinding as it reflected on the shiny marble. Wes ignored the sunlight as he reached for the door controls and opened it with a few swift strokes of his hand. He pulled them both in and let their hands detangle as he placed her luggage next to the door. He straightened and threw a brief glance over the room. It looked similar to his, just more feminine.

"... after all, I premier in medicine, not intelligence."

“And that is precisely the reason why I called you here,” he answered, a slight grin crossing his face as he made his way to the sofa in the room, settling down on it in the knowledge that he’d take a few minutes to explain it all to her. He hadn’t been able to tell her everything because of the suspicion of their transmissions being picked up, so her knowledge was fairly limited when it came to the situation they found themselves in. “The Naboo want us to be careful with this. They’re putting a lot of faith in us by letting us handle internal matters.”

He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, keeping his eyes fixed on Dioddai. “A noble in the court of the Royal Palace is under suspicion of passing on information about the Alliance to the Confederation. While this work could’ve easily been a one-man operation, this matter needs a bit more delicacy applied.” He smirked slightly, knowing how the wording of his sentence implied that he wasn’t delicate. “They want us to find proof and then prosecute the man legally. This means we have to dig up quite a few lies. I’m fairly good at telling if someone’s lying or not, but I’ve read your file. You have a natural ability to predict emotions rather than a learnt one. I believe that between the two of us, we can find out what’s really going on in the court.”

[Kei Dioddai]

Kei considered the unusual situation she'd found herself in for the moments it took for the two of them to cross the lavish room's floor. It was actually quite a bit more decorated than any room the young nurse had occupied in the past few months. Indeed, when she wasn't catching brief naps upon the sofa in the break room between double shifts, she lived in an apartment which was actually smaller than the room within which she now stood. It was not the ornate fixtures which drew Kei's attention, but rather the resonating presence who was in the process of settling on one of a couple of couches in the large room.

With a glance behind her as the doors started to autonomously close, Kei followed suit and settled beside Wes, with just about a foot separating them. She sat in a manner which was as uncommon outside of royalty as it was proper and adjusted. She almost looked as though she were awaiting an inspection of some kind, with her shoulders squared and her back straight, with her knees close together to drape her short legs to the floor. The final touch came as the unusual woman draped one hand over the other and settled them determinedly in her lap, amongst the khaki folds of her tunic.

His logic struck her as strange, though it was not entirely without its reason. The rhyme was not what bothered her quite so much as the amount of responsibility that her involvement in what was a very serious situation would entail. Kei might have took lie into her hands daily, but that was always with a more experienced professional at her side. After all, a lot of her medical talent was based on her intuition, but it was the doctor who put reasoned education and acute empathy to work in healing.

Kei blinked, casting her eyes towards Wes for a moment. Perhaps this situation wasn't so alien and strange after all...

It was at that moment that she realized Wes had just finished speaking, and was staring at her in a manner which was far from cursory. He hadn't asked a question, nor requested her opinion... Nothing. Suddenly, Kei felt an unsettling pang of detachment, as her brows knitted while she tried to discern what it was that was required from her. Usually she was quite good at predicting what others expected, but something about the Director made divining his desires unusually difficult. How was she meant to respond? Kei wasn't used to asking that question, and no natural intuition swooped in to offer advice.

"I don't know what to say..." She finally remarked with utterly transparent honesty, while her hands softly squeezed one another in her lap. There was something about Wes which made her usual manner difficult to employ on him, at least. A fact made all the more unsettling because he'd just finished telling her how confident he was that she could aid him by employing her natural techniques. Kei floundered briefly with her next words, before reluctantly remarking that, "I'm sorry... this doesn't happen all that often..." she considered narrating her difficulties, but decided to leave it at that.

[Wes Loran]

Wes did perceive that nurse Dioddai seemed like a fish out of water, or at least behaved as if she was one. He knew he shouldn’t be surprised, but he’d think most in the Alliance would’ve learned to think on their feet and most of them, while not officially in Intelligence, often found themselves following the orders of Intelligence due to the nature of the Alliance itself. Dioddai had even worked outside the Alliance, a freedom that had only been granted to her by the Intel divisions lead. Generally it was a bad idea for any operative within the Alliance to work for a civilian business in addition to doing their own work within the Alliance. While they drew support from the civilian population on many planets, they normally didn’t allow themselves to grow too many connections. It was dangerous for both the civilians and the Alliance.

He wished she didn’t worry, however. Any nervousness on her part could potentially hinder their progress in their quest for answers. Those questioned often thought they could get away with lies if one of the questioners looked timid. With this in mind, he revised his earlier choice of starting immediately. Dioddai was far too skittish about the whole issue, she would have to read the mission file and the information provided there while she thought about what her role in this mission was. He would allow her a time to settle in to the unknown environment, and then they would begin to work.

“... this doesn't happen all that often..."

“Understandable,” he said, rising from his seat. He pulled a datapad from his uniform pocket and placed it on the table. “This is the mission details, as well as thorough information about the person we’re investigating. There is also some information about how the court works. Take today to read through it, settle in.” He shot her a charming smile, attempting to alleviate any additional worries she potentially had.

“We’ll start everything tomorrow, so take your time today. You have my comm. frequency if you feel the need to ask any questions.” He palmed the door open again and left the room, the door closing behind him. A slight frown crossed his features as his normally so efficiency minded self became slightly exasperated at the delay, but figured it would be no major loss as long as he did some preliminary investigation on his own. He was familiar enough so that he could have the freedom to do this.

Wandering down a hall he knew would lead him to one of the more crowded courtyards of the Royal Palace, he turned up his intuitive senses to their maximum ability and noted the body language of all he passed, keeping an eye out for anything said or any movements that would seem suspicious. He presumed he’d pick up on a lot of gossip, and he knew he’d go fairly unnoticed, as the Royal Palace guards wandering around were a common occurrence.

((Throughout the day, does Wes gain any information other than what he already knows about Nareem Harkesh? Does anyone in the palace seem suspiciously like a fish out of the tank?))

[Shay Marin]

(( Wes does pick up a lot of gossip, especially from the tourists but also from a few minor officials of the court taking their constitutionals in the gardens. The visitors don't care who hears their conversations, but the officials all clam up when they spot the uniform of one of the Royal Guard.

The political segment of the tourists' chatter mostly involves speculation on how various members of the royal family and the noble houses fall on the question of Alliance versus Confederation. While Naboo is technically allied with Dolomar, there's plenty of anti-fish sentiment to be had on the planet. Harkesh's name is mentioned a few times, but none of the tourists seem to have any idea where he stands. He has been notably neutral in public about the subject.

As far as the officials go, that's a somewhat different story. One majordomo for one of the pro-Alliance families expresses his opinion to one of his fellow sympathizers that he doesn't trust Harkesh at all. He never gives out any hints as to what he truly feels, and he seems to spend a lot of time in undisclosed locations when the council of nobles is in session in Theed. ))

[Kei Dioddai]

There was no describing how Kei felt as she watched Wes make his way out. She knew she'd disappointed him, even if the Director was an incredibly hard individual to read. Well, perhaps it had not been her that caused his disappointment, but said disappointment was as apparent as the hair upon his head, and Kei was not in a position to assume she had not been the cause.

With her superior safely out of view, the young nurse rose to her feet and all but ran to her door, in a hasty plea to lock herself in. She hadn't expected things to play out as badly as they had in the first hour she'd been on Naboo, and if this first impression was to set an precedence, Kei had no reason to look forward to the rest of her stay.

With herself closed off from the rest of the world, Kei slowly turned and fell back into the door she had just recently locked, as a hearty sigh escaped her pink lips. She wanted nothing more than to show she could adapt to the situations she was put in. After all, it was the ingenuity which had allowed the alliance to survive beneath the juggernaut of their enemies. Perhaps if she demonstrated her ability to adapt, she could justify the lenience which her superiors took with her living conditions. Kei's eyes narrowed with that thought, and her eye brows knitted. Where had that thought come from, and what did her living conditions have to do with her stay upon Naboo? She attempted, with no success, to find the origin of her thoughts which had seemed to justified at the moment she thought them, but now seemed random and unsupported.

With another quiet sigh, Kei lifted her small body from the door and moved towards the large couch Wes and she had been seated upon, as she moved the Datapad from its clutched cradle against her breast, and stared down at it. She would need to start by noting all the information she had at her disposal, something which Kei was famously good at within the hospitals on Corellia.

The next day, Kei awoke sprawled out across the massive mattress which adorned the four posted bed in her room. It was an awkward way for her to awaken, but not a terribly uncommon position for the young nurse to find herself awaking in. With a quiet sigh as she gather the disheveled duvet up about her bare body, while she sat up slowly to cast her eyes across the room, Kei took a few moments to remember why she was sleeping in a massive bedroom rather than the break room. With one hand, she rubbed her eyes clear of the haze sleep had left, while the other dropped the covers it supported and reached out towards the side. She found the small datapad in her blind search, and leveled it with her dreary eyes moments later. It was very early in the morning by Naboo time. This was confirmed with a glance towards the window, which revealed a sun which was only just peaking over the horizon.

With a quiet sound as she eased her stiff joints into motion, to take her small form to the edge of her bed, the young woman took a few moments to collect her thoughts and reconstruct the memories of the past day, leaving her feet to dangle a few inches from the floor. Kei's attempts were hampered by an unusual dream she'd had once weariness had pulled her attention away from the expansive datapad Wes had provided her with. She hadn't the time to consider the unusual phantasm of sleep and Kei firmly pushed those thoughts from her mind as she, in turn, slipped from the bed and onto the cool, smooth floor.

Her feet prinkled with the unfamiliar texture of the smooth tiles, sending a shiver through her body and goosebumps all over her skin. Once the initial sensation had faded, Kei slowly crossed the room towards its adjoining facilities. She'd neglected a shower the night before, in favor of continued study, but now the necessity was as unavoidable as it was deeply desired. She had not yet realized how very alone she felt within the palace, though it was a loneliness that was in utter contrast to how she'd felt while flying to Naboo. It was the type of loneliness where she felt as though she might be able to let her guard down, at least for a couple of minutes. The good kind of loneliness.

Having bathed and dressed in an outfit which was not dissimilar from what she had landed in, Kei lightly fidgetted a towel upon her head, as she connected to Wes' comm. channel with her other hand. She wasn't sure if he was awake yet, and thus left a very short message. "I'm ready when you are." She said simply, "I'm going to pay a visit to the Archives while its still early." With that, Kei concluded the drying of her hair, replaced the towel and headed for the door.

Her reason for choosing the archives was actually simple. Most of the Officials on Naboo were in a constant state of audit, with certain gains and holdings recorded by the Royal Court. If the man they were after had indeed been accepting money for his cooperation with the Confederacy, there would be a legal trail of some kind. Kei was not foolish enough to believe that their suspect would record his ill-gotten gains, but an absence or inconsistency could be equally as damning. In addition, it would allow them to narrow their list of suspects from a few hundred to merely a handful.

((Kei arrives at the Archives with the intention to search for any discrepancies, anomalies and fraudulent assessments made by any of the Officials as recently as five months prior. Does she find anything that might be helpful to their investigation?))

[Maris Kala'myr]

((Accessing the public databases holding official records, she begins her search. Many hours pass without even the smallest sign of progress. There are a number of holes in the records and they are not all contained in one database. This makes the search difficult to say the least. But Kei is able to single out about two dozen discrepancies.))