=/\= Counselor's Quarters =/\=
Athena sat at the desk in her quarters and typed a few notes down. She left that screen laying flat on the desk top, but open so that she can readily access it thoughts for her report to the Captain.
TO: Captain Cropa Rojac
From: Commander Athena Wellington
RE: Prisoner Interrogation - Mr Terrh
Although I believe it is true that the prisoner would prefer to solve any situation he is in without force; I could not determine if his discipleship was genuine. I did sense that he is capable of great violence.
Athena got up and made a couple circuits around the living space as she thought about how to word what she wanted to convey next. She finished the second round at the small replicator that could handle drink and a few light meals. She retrieved a hot tea from the replicator before returning to her desk. She set the drink on her desk and it looked as if it were the anchor to the open notes page.
He is not concerned in the slightest about being interrogated by Starfleet Intelligence or what methods might be used. Given the sudden suicide of one of the other prisoners, one might conclude that there still could be a hidden poison pellet on the prisoner where he could end his own life at his own discretion.
Athena picked up her cup and took a sip as she referenced her page of notes. She leaned back in the chair; her fingers tapping the cup as she mentally organized her next thoughts. She leaned forward taking another sip of the beverage that was now almost tepid.
At the barest mention of the Breen, a thought that came to mind with something I sensed, got a reaction from Mr. Terrh. I will not speculate beyond this. One last item that seems off is the directness of his stare... it reminds me of someone who is not quite of one mind, but this is speculation on my part.
Athena sat back and reread the report in its entirety. As she leaned forward to pick her cup up again, she nodded and pressed the send button. The report would go directly to the Captain and copies would follow to necessary parties. She took another sip from her cup and ended up spitting out the now cold beverage.
=/\=End Log =/\=
Commander Athena Wellington
Chief Counselor
USS Chimera-C
