Kieran, slightly refreshed after the all-too-short sleep he had managed in the wake of the party of the previous evening made his slightly cranky way through the corridors to his office, thankful that a good number of the crew seemed to be similarly discomfitted. Whatever the nature of the crew's problems that morning, he was glad of the subdued atmosphere and sat down in his chair to call up the console of information with his schedule. A few pieces of correspondence - the usual polarised mixture of 'hate-mail' and eulogising, he noted - and for once a piece from StarFleet Science, approving his update on the file for Angel One. His finger rose, as he read, to toy with the dark ring he now had on his collar, a rapid promotion and one he was proud of. He smiled, slightly, knowing that it was performances such as that, and not in the lounge the previous evening that went on his record, and feeling brighter he moved across to his workbench to begin. "Computer, begin recording." he said, and brought the first artifact up onto the worksurface. "First item is a knife, total length 31.4 cm, of which 14.4 cm is blade, but only 3.3 cm is actually sharpened. They style is Trill, apparently, though the inscriptions on the handle are difficult to make out. Analysis of the handle material shows it to be ivory from the Calharoo, an aquatic native of the Corsic Ocean of Trill, supporting Masaha Jox' theories of the alternate migratory routes of early Trill nomads. Second item is another knife, similar in styling to the first, broadly similar dimensions, without markings. The flares of the handle, contrary to the Vulcan T'Prilo's assertions in his dissertation on ritual weapons of pre-democratic societies do not seem to fit either common Trill-host physiology, or the natural formation of Calharoo tusks. Rather, they are formed by tooling, and are immediately reminiscent of the ridged appearance of Trill symbionts. Stop recording." He sat back in the chair, framing his chin with one cupped hand, wondering how welcome this commentary was going to be. Too often he had been accused of taking his anthrolopology and using it to justify 'attacks' on societies, but the scientist in him said that he had something to say here, and it needed to be said. He pressed a few buttons on his console, calling up an image on the screen of another knife, broadly similar to the others, and began to rotate the picture before him, muttering softly, before throwing his hands up in disgust. "How the hell am I supposed to make anything of this?" "Please rephrase your enquiry." came back the bland voice of the computer, and Kieran rested his hands on his aching forehead as he leant back over the headrest of his seat. "Computer, place a requisition request for a hologram emitter system on a 3-D holography workbench for the archaeology and anthropology office. Note, matter resolution holography is not required, light imaging only." The machine beeped it's response, and Kieran turned back to the two knives on the bench, staring at them as he mulled over where this would take him... Off> More to follow, sorry for the delay :) Lt (jg)Kieran Darkwater Science Officer (A&A) USS Vanguard Steve_Hedger@xxxxxxxxxxx KDarkwater@xxxxxxxxxxx Vanguard_4@xxxxxxxxxxx _________________________________________________________________ Send and receive Hotmail on your mobile device: http://mobile.msn.com ********************************************************** USS Vanguard: http://vanguard.iwarp.com Gamma Fleet: http://www.gammafleet.org.uk _Free_Lists: //www.freelists.org **********************************************************