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Gauron's taken it upon himself to update the inventory lists for Weapons and Possessions, and make sure everything's in proper order - it's a task that should keep him well away from everyone else for a while, because sometimes, he just has a bad habit of grinding salt into the wounds. Usually, his ruthless pragamtism is an asset, but when it comes to mourning, there's only so much of it he can put up with before he starts being a jerkass about the fact that feeling sorry for yourself accomplishes nothing, and is likely only to lose you whatever you've got left. He's well aware that just being completely right won't earn him any friends, under the present circumstances - and, for the first time in his life, circumstances make it important that he actually try to get along with people.

So he's shut himself up with Stacy, the equipment lists he made for the zombie attack, and the inventory he's brought back from the Vatican, for now. He's pulled up several of Stacy's older inventory lists to compare against the one they've just finished compiling, along with any official or unofficial sign-out lists she might have that go beyond just the weapons she's returned to newly podpopped crewmembers. He doesn't yet have an accurate way of recording whether the ammo from the zombie fight that he didn't bring up with him was expended or is in the possession of crew members, but he supposes he'll figure something out. In the short term, though, a worrisome trend is beginning to emerge as he compares and updates the list: there are a lot of pieces that seem to have just vanished. Of course, the pirates come immediately to mind as the probable culprits, but he's checking through any video logs Stacy has of the area and trying to compile a timeline of the thefts, just in case. After all, it's not like they know everyone who's onboard; there's still that red-haired maniac who turned up briefly during the Yeerk charlie-foxtrot running around unaccounted for.

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"I've already registered the weapons everyone on Left Behind was using during the zombie attack, and I have a record of the ones that weren't checked back in - not the ammunition, though, that got a little too crazy to keep track of in the end.

"By the way, in the interest of full disclosure, I've got four bolt-holes down in the city stocked with weapons and ammo - if there's an emergency, I'll tell you where they are, but for now, all you need to know is that all the gear in them is properly recorded, and I have them under audio and video surveillance. The recordings can be accessed from here," he entered the access code, making sure Leon saw it, "and I've got it set up to send an alarm to my omnicom if I get something."

At Leon's outburst over the grav gun, he starts wondering if he shouldn't really have been there for the battle, at least to watch - not that it's worth worrying about now. He can fill himself in on the details anytime.

What matters now is getting this mess sorted out before there's some other major catastrophe - after spending a few months aboard the ship, he's starting to understand where the discipline problems come from; between recovering from one major event and being hit by the next, there's precious little time to establish order. However, it has to be done, and Gauron's going to lead by example by stepping up to do his part.

When Leon asks him for a favor, he replies, "Sure - whatever you need."

The fact that Gauron had several boltholes wasn't a surprise to Leon. He half expected that. But the fact that Gauron admitted it was a surprise. But it worked in his favor, so it was all good.

"Whoever is doing this knows we've been so damn busy running from one crisis to the next, that we haven't had time to really sit down and take a look at the paperwork. They've gotten by on being subtle, waiting for someone else on the crew to be a distraction, then taking advantage of it." Which made him wonder what really was going on behind the scenes during the Yeerk mess. "If all of Security starts looking in to this, they'll know their advantage is blown." Which means that they'll either tunnel, or push up the schedule on whatever it is they plan on doing with those weapons.

"Luckily, you're not security.

"I want you to start asking around. Take whatever angle on this you want, just be subtle in your approach and keep me informed." And Gauron was a shady enough guy that he could pull off leveraging this information to acquire some weapons under the table for himself, or for someone else. Under different circumstances, he might be doing that very same thing. "I'll inform the Command Staff of the situation."

Gauron figured full disclosure was best, under the circumstances - and that, if he was bringing it up, basically offering to open them up to any of the crew who needed to take refuge in the city in the event of another emergency was pretty much what he had to do.

"Understood - I'll see what I can find out. In the meantime, though, do you mind if I come with you to talk to the Command Staff? I haven't had a chance to pay my respects to Captain Picard in person yet."

Leon thought about it for a moment, but he honestly had no reason to bar Gauron (or anyone, really) from talking to the Command Staff.

"Alright."

"Before we head out, I've got one last thing to ask you." Gauron brought up a different list of items, presenting it to Leon. "Is there anything in particular you think should be done with the personal effects of those who died in the zombie attack?"

He paused for a moment, then let out a sigh. Dealing with zombies was easier when he stopped thinking of them as people. But they were, at some point. Still, in thinking, he couldn't be entirely sentimental about this. He had to be somewhat pragmatic.

"Have their weapons moved to the general stockpile. A list of any other equipment they had should be given to Engineering. Personal items-- clothing, jewelry and the like..." If there was a next of kin available, he'd have those handed over, but that didn't seem the case. And he wasn't comfortable distributing that among the crew. "...have Stacy put it with the bodies, and they'll be buried with them."

He'd already moved the weapons; however, he'll get started on compiling the list for engineering. "All right. I figured I'd ask, just in case you wanted any of the personal items kept for a memorial aboard the ship or something."

"I'm not that sentimental." Besides, he killed a good percentage of them himself. Not exactly something he wants to be reminded of. Still...

"See if Stacy will tell you if any of them have any next of kin on board, even if they're still in the pods. Any who do, we'll hold on to their stuff. Everyone else... I'm not opposed to a memorial, but I don't see the purpose of stringing up their personal items to decorate it."

Leon's lack of sentimentality elicits a brief smirk from Gauron. "I've always thought those kinds of things were in poor taste, to be honest - but the way things are around here, it might be worth a shot if it'll help the crew realize just what we stand to lose by working at cross purposes." The fact that Gauron's one of the first to step up and do whatever he can to restore order in the wake of the big reveal isn't entirely promising, after all. "Anyway, I'll get started on organizing their things."

"Then see if you can use some of Brainiac 5's personal effects for the memorial. He's the only one of the dead any of us knew." And gave a damn about.