The search begins

Posted on Fri Jan 19, 2018 @ 2:26pm by Lieutenant JG Mirok & Commodore Michael Aravan

Mission: Falling Star
Location: Communications
Timeline: MD 31 || 1800 Hours

Mirok muttered about incompetency as he waited for the Federation Census Bereau to actually answer his call.

The seal of the United Federation of Planets stayed on the screen before a bureaucratic looking Bolian appeared. "Please state the nature of your request," he said.

"I need to inquire about someone who may have arrive on Earth in the last six months." He said, eyes locked on the screen

"Name, species, age, gender if applicable and last known location." The Bolian rattled off while looking as if he were being imposed upon.

"Kolor. 1/4 Romulan, 1/4 Cardassian, 1/2 Vulcan. 5. Male. Last known location was a transport to Earth. Six months ago." Mirok said through clenched teeth.

The Bolian keyed the information in before he looked up again. "Does this Kolor have a represented guardian and how are you related to the individual in question?"

"His guardian--if you can call her that--is a Vulcan/Cardassian hybrid by the name of T'Lel. Kolor is my son."

"What is your serial number?" the Bolian asked as he keyed in more information.

Mirok rolled his eyes, "SF-714-987661."

"I am finding no record of any Kolor in that age range," the Bolian replied. "Nor a T'Lel listed as any official guardian in the Federation. Do you wish to expand your search options?"

"Yes. Search everything!"

"Everything," the Bolian made air quotes around the word with his fingers. "Includes over one hundred and thirty worlds in the United Federation of Planets and a lot more outside of the Federation. Not to mention worlds which have no diplomatic relations with the Federation. Can you be more specific? Planet and date of birth, system, last known locations?"

"I don't know the first two, he was conceived while I was on emergency leave following Hobus. The last time I knew anything he was with his mother up until 6 months ago." Mirok cursed in Romulan.

"What was the stardate, please?" the official asked.

"Stardate of what? date of conception? 64546.6"

"On what planet, Sir?" the Bolian asked, feeling as if he were going to have to drag each answer from the man on the screen. His eyes flickered towards the chrono on his desk and saw that lunch was near.

"Ch'Vaeren station, former Romulan Starbase claimed by Starfleet on the Federation side of the Neutral Zone."

"Thank you, Sir," the Bolian responded. "The search will take approximately two days. Is there any other information you can provide for me?"

"No. Thank you." Mirok rolled his eyes and cut the channel.