2367 Personal Diary Entry of Isha R'Mor

The pain of my Father's death is still fresh but he knew my love of mystery's and he appears to have left me with an immense long term puzzle.

Today, I finally brought myself begin inventorying Father's private sturdy. In attempt to ease into the emotions involved I mistakenly started with the artifacts that Father had collected and leave the papers to later.

When I arrived at a statue that I had often caught Father staring at when I came to see him in his study I found a small compartment within. Inside were two items: A data archive and a Iso-linear message rod.

Aggravatingly my curiosity quickly led to intrigue and frustration. The archive was heavily encrypted and all but one of the files on the rod were time-locked to a Stardate almost seven years from now.

The only accessible file was a letter from Dad telling me that the data on the archive was precious and highly contraband. In fact I was told to keep it safe and pretend that it doesn't exist. Honestly, I should probably delete this whole entry.

Computer encrypt entry and save to last accessed Data Rod.

Pulling the rod out of her terminal slid it back in the statue and resealed the compartment.

"One last puzzle for me Father? What did you get yourself involved in?" Isha whispered reverently to the room that most reflected her Father's personality and looking around. "Enough for today." Standing from her Father's desk Isha picks up the statue holding it tightly and leaves. "Lights off and seal door with voice print Isha R'Mor.