"Let it be put on record that under Starfleet Standard Containment Procedures, Captain Kero Elan of the USS Troi has been confined to quarters on Earth Space Dock, pending an investigation by Starfleet Intelligence.

Let it be put on record that the people present on today's hearing are myself Commander Jack Railard, and Lieutenant Lynda Abano as the interviewers, and Captain Kero Elan as the interviewee.

Let it be put on record that at present this is just an investigation, not a legal proceeding, albeit information released during this investigation might be used in such proceedings in future."

Kero was still, looking at the Commander with a self-assured poise. She was sitting on the chair facing the two Intelligence officers. A desk was between them, with a few PADDs on top. The room's illumination wasn't particularly bright, the lights were subdued although the surroundings weren't particularly dark either.

The door, to her left, was shut. The room wasn't really big enough to allow Railard's voice to echo, and the subdued lighting was giving it a more intimate feel, rather than appear as an ominous threat. It didn't seem like intimidation was part of the order of the day, but it wasn't easy to intimidate the half-Klingon Captain.

"Captain" Lt Abano began, "What was your relationship with Shiala Oreen?"

Kero maintained a dispassionate expression, "She was my Chief of Operations aboard the USS Troi."

Abano inclined her head forward a little, zoning her gaze into Kero's eyes. "Is that all, Captain? Aside from the professional relationship, what was she to you?"

The Captain responded with an equally unmovable gaze, "We were partners."

Stardate 91440.6 (June 10, 2414)