Shavan Th'zhaar
Science
[TI35]
Posts: 800 Likes: 19
Rank: Lieutenant
Position: Assistant Chief of Science
Species: Orion/Andorian
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Post by Shavan Th'zhaar on Jun 20, 2020 15:17:40 GMT
[NPC - SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta Bar] Ryah nodded sharply to the captain before they both exited the bar owners office. Disappointment at the turn things had taken had her walking through the bar without her usual alertness. The chief bumped into a couple of people on her way, but anyone who would have reacted with indignation immediately backed off when they saw the smallness of the person who'd bumped them. She almost walked right into the backs of a pair that were headed out of the bar, but managed to pull up short of actually rear-ending them. Ryah realized that they were Andorians, and one of them happened to be one of the prospectives from Lt. Harmon's list. Excellent. Kova Sh'qaleq? Could I speak to you for a few minutes? She kept her voice low, not wanting to call attention to their interaction. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station] A smile actually began to creep onto the face of the Andorian. She began to fall into step alongside Shavan as she pondered his question of where they should go. "I'm not sure," she began. She thought about his little search for danger that he'd mentioned earlier. "If you're still feeling a little adventurous, we could try the Spotty Ali--"She stopped midsentence as she heard someone call her name from behind. Turning, saw who the voice belonged to, and the smile that had been there previously disappeared. Effectively, Ryah Melihn was Kova's boss. That definitely weighed heavily in the question that had followed over whether she had a few minutes to spare to speak to the woman. She was tempted to ask if it was an order, but felt that could certainly blow up into her face. She glanced briefly at Shavan, confident he understood her latest dilemma. "Sure," Kova said flatly. Was this an impromptu evaluation of her work? Hell, did Ryah even pay attention to what she did? Or better, did she even trust her? Perhaps this was the point where she gave the Andorian the extended speech explaining why she was fired. How many nice ways were there to say, 'you're out of here because you're a security risk'? "Is this something you want to get into here?" Kova wondered if there was any sort of setting that was mutually ideal to be fired in? [Shavan Th’zhaar, Blue Beta Bar] The Spotty Alibi had been one of the first places that came to Shavan’s mind as well, when thinking of alternatives to the Blue Beta. “Sure, I-” he started to agree as they made their way towards the exit, but they hadn’t got far when someone else spoke from behind them. He turned around to look at the person who had cut in asking to speak to Kova. They hadn’t actually met but of course Shavan soon recognized the station’s chief of security, whose attention he thought was generally best to avoid. He glanced at Kova, curious whether she knew what this was about. She didn’t seem pleased to see the security chief either, but he knew she had to agree. “Meet you later.” he said to Kova, assuming that this was private, and with a nod to Melihn took a few steps back towards the bar. Tag Kova Sh'qaleq , Ozu Saya (Melihn Ryah)
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Alex Hust
Civilian
Posts: 34 Likes: 3
Position: Civilian Medic
Species: Human
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Post by Alex Hust on Jun 20, 2020 19:15:52 GMT
[Blue Beta]
"Mi na made of latinum," he groused. Romulan Ale was expensive even within the Star Empire. Getting it outside of the empire, and as a result outside of all legal avenues - made it even more costly. If Costa was going to cost him that much, she'd need to start paying him more or earning it. He wasn't a Rowmwala or Owkwakakawala. He was a Doctor. She could go elsewhere to get drinks, at least most of the time.
As she remarked that she always had ideas, but didn't actually tell him more than that, he moved his elbow toward her, aiming to nudge her in the gut a tad as payback. He didn't look at her or give her the satisfaction of another answer beyond that, as he continued to watch the room, counting exits, seeing who was around, spotting cameras, and all in all trying to find a way for Costa to leave without starting either a brawl or criminal incident.
When she actually asked him a question, he frowned, thinking before he responded. "Na, tu?" he asked, also spotting the Captain that he supposed prompted the incident. "Pensa leta-go gang?"
1: I'm not made of Latinum 2: No, you? 3: Thinking about taking a trip?"
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jun 20, 2020 23:19:49 GMT
[Blue Beta Bar and Grill –Lobby Lounge Area] [...] Smart Girl He though to himself as she was giving him an opening or telling him the opening that he needed instead of spending days scouting himself. Tom looked at that but could not help but chuckle “I imagine, the horror!” . Tom responded sarcastically. As she appear to look more like her old self. This was what he needed this moment to give him the opening. To get the Codes himself and she appears to be innocent. He would be doing a crime for a moment but if someone on the Station could afford to make a crime and not have his carrier ruin it was him. As she mentioned that duty calls and she needed to do something else. He realized that he could not monopolize the Captain’s time. Or if people saw them on a table giggling it might make them look suspicious. “Felicity…I wanted to say” . Tom took a second and took a deep breath. His eyes watered a little bit as he was touched. She did not have to say anything but he knew she was trusting him. “Thanks…it’s been a while” . Tom did not want to say it but it has been a while that someone in Starfleet trusted him with something important. He then smiled at her and said “Take Care of yourself and stay safe ok?” He figured she was tense before because something is going to happen or something did happen. “No matter what anyone else says, even Admiral Ellis actually especially Admiral Ellis, I believe in you Captain Ellis. ” . He would tend tried to put his hand to her shoulder trying to give her comfort. What happened earlier and her doubts. She trusted him and it was his time to trust her. He did not know but he needed to keep his eyes and ears open. “My mom”. He said studently and without a purpose. “My Mom’s death is the reason why I joined Starfleet. The news and interviews are all wrong. I lied to them. Only you know that now. If I hear that information, I know they are coming directly from you. “ Tom said. A stupid piece of information that only one other person knew and she has disappeared. If he was going to go and join them and she sends someone undercover he might need to identify that person and trust them. He would look at her and hoped that this whole thing would work out. There was a chance that he might be over his head and it might be the last time they would see each other. After all, he was walking in blind. “I have to get going as well. Y’know I have stuff to do” . Tom commented. He then walked and looked at the woman. He then said “That lady over there kept looking at us. She seems familiar but I can’t place her. It’s probably nothing.” . Tom commented out loud as he was still thinking. [Felicity Ellis - Blue Beta, Booths]Mirth was quickly replaced by worry when she spied the tears in Thomas Jett's eyes. She moved to reach out, but stopped in time and retracted her hand, balling it into a fist that she shoved between her arm and torso. She had no idea what had brought on this sudden show of emotion, or why he suddenly felt the need to reassure her, but it had been one of those days. A day filled with unexpected gestures, speeches and overtures. When he placed his hand on her shoulder she looked at him with some confusion, but then came the hint of a returning smile. "Aren't you going to tell me to stay in school, too? To say 'no' to drugs?"Despite her efforts to escape talking about herself, she recognised the seriousness of what he was sharing with her. Naturally, as a psychologist and counselor, she would never repeat anything personal told to her in confidence. She frowned then when he said he'd know if he heard the information he'd given her back, but she nodded, acknowledging what it was he was trying to do. She wasn't sure who she'd tell, or who would particularly care, but she'd keep quiet regardless. As they both made moves to leave, Jett drew her attention toward the Alliance's mouthpiece. "Colonel Vasser," she supplied for Jett when he claimed she was familiar. "Seems sharp. Unlikely to believe you're on their side if she sees you spend too much time with me." She'd shifted out of the booth and was standing when she spared a glance over toward the woman. "Be careful, Tom," she added, voice still low enough not to be overheard by anyone beyond their immediate vicinity. "There are limits to my influence here." She was implying that if he got caught, there wasn't much she'd be able to do about it. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that, and the brief little exchange they'd shared in the booth would end up being mutually beneficial. Sometimes, she was an optimist. With no other words of farewell, she moved off, intent on the exit of the Blue Beta Bar & Grill. She passed by near to Vasser and a couple of her people, and gave a few nods of greeting. "Colonel. Good evening," she said by way of hello, her tone professional, relaxed, though her eyes lingered on the other woman for a moment before she continued on, not stopping for further engagement. Felicity had put in an appearance, had taken the temperature of the room, and decided it was time to extract herself before she became part of the floor show. [Intelligence Offices, Deck S4]Ten minutes later...
She'd taken something of a scenic route on her way to meet Harmon. After a certain point beyond the Promenade and civilian access areas, only Starfleet personnel would have been able to follow her. Unfortunately, with the few things she'd learned recently, that didn't necessarily mean her whereabouts wouldn't be relayed to anyone with an inquiring mind, so she'd been extra cautious. Once she reached the suite of offices given over to the the small Intelligence group here on Front Ear station, she stepped inside.
Tags: Thomas Jett , Isaiah Quinn (Vasser)(passing), Matthew Harmon
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Jun 21, 2020 9:16:14 GMT
[Intelligence Offices, Deck S4]Ten minutes later...
She'd taken something of a scenic route on her way to meet Harmon. After a certain point beyond the Promenade and civilian access areas, only Starfleet personnel would have been able to follow her. Unfortunately, with the few things she'd learned recently, that didn't necessarily mean her whereabouts wouldn't be relayed to anyone with an inquiring mind, so she'd been extra cautious. Once she reached the suite of offices given over to the the small Intelligence group here on Front Ear station, she stepped inside. [Intelligence Office]Harmon was waiting in the front, slightly larger room of the Intel Office sitting at and with his feet on the small table in the still relatively cramped room. As the Captain entered he took his feet off the table and beckoned for her to take a seat. "I've met with Moz, she's not particularly happy to be working with us but she'll do it," he explained. "She wanted payment, about 250 bars of gold pressed latinum. That's trading for...about 150,000 Federation credits. I made no commitments to rewarding her though she did seem to imply if we wanted her to "do good work" she would need "good pay". If we can find some way to reward her financially I believe it would be beneficial." Once talk of the rewards was done he moved onto the operation itself. "I think we should get things underway as soon as possible, have her join up. I have some bugs and trackers that are difficult to detect that we could plant on her so we can continue to monitor her. We can plant them in such a way that if caught she could feign ignorance."
Tag: Felicity Ellis
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Alexa Costa
Civilian
Kepe da rowm?
DODGEBABY
Posts: 15 Likes: 2
Position: Hed
Species: Human
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Post by Alexa Costa on Jun 21, 2020 14:37:23 GMT
[Blue Beta] "Mi na made of latinum," he groused. Romulan Ale was expensive even within the Star Empire. Getting it outside of the empire, and as a result outside of all legal avenues - made it even more costly. If Costa was going to cost him that much, she'd need to start paying him more or earning it. He wasn't a Rowmwala or Owkwakakawala. He was a Doctor. She could go elsewhere to get drinks, at least most of the time. As she remarked that she always had ideas, but didn't actually tell him more than that, he moved his elbow toward her, aiming to nudge her in the gut a tad as payback. He didn't look at her or give her the satisfaction of another answer beyond that, as he continued to watch the room, counting exits, seeing who was around, spotting cameras, and all in all trying to find a way for Costa to leave without starting either a brawl or criminal incident. When she actually asked him a question, he frowned, thinking before he responded. "Na, tu?" he asked, also spotting the Captain that he supposed prompted the incident. "Pensa leta-go gang?" 1: I'm not made of Latinum 2: No, you? 3: Thinking about taking a trip?" [Costa - Blue Beta, Bar]She looked at him when he commented that he wasn't made of latinum, and then rolled her eyes at him. Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed that morning. At the elbow to her gut she narrowed her eyes and moved to swat him away, knowing full well that she was probably irritating him with her few words, and not caring in the slightest. She reached out to grab the bottle and poured herself another generous measure. When Alex asked if she was planning on taking a trip, she shrugged and knocked back the glass, draining about half of its refreshed contents. She'd been to the Alibi a couple of times when she wanted information. "Mi mowteng fo stay im left wit xi rowm."[fn] My reason to stay is leaving with this rum.[/fn] She stiffened suddenly, her biological version of a proximity sensor causing all of the tiny, fine hairs on the back of her neck to rise. That sensation was followed by someone touching the small of her back. A distinctly male voice followed the physical intrusion. "Hello there." It took everything she had in her not to react immediately; to turn and pop Mr. Handsy right in the mouth. "Pashwang fong,"[fn] A rather rude way of telling someone to go away.[/fn] came her response in place of violence. She was rather proud of herself, until the nakangepensa [fn] Idiot[/fn], who obviously missed the meaning or her words and her tone, decided it was a good idea to slide in beside her. He leaned on the bar, a hand running through his non-regulation haircut, his gaze appraising her. Costa stared back without so much as blinking. "The Colonel seems to think you're worth our attention," he asserted, leaning in toward her, his expression turning into a smug leer. "I'm here to see for myself if she's right." There was a pregnant pause, and for a moment or two everything stilled. Then Costa erupted into a flurry of movements as she reached out, grabbed a fistful of the human man's too-long hair, pulled, and bounced his face off the bar top. Maybe it was time to go.
Tags: Alex Hust , Area.
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jun 21, 2020 15:08:53 GMT
[Gregory Ellis - Private Quarters]"Anytime," he responded to her thanks with a wink and an easy grin, before plucking a napkin from a nearby neat pile and wiping his hands. "Ah!" How could have have forgotten the first dance song? "What are our options, what are your favourites? They should all be on the shortlist, unless you've something to add. I want to include all of the special songs from our engagement party, too."There'd been Brooke's live performance, and then a dance they'd shared, and both songs had become quite special to him. They were on heavy rotation in his favourite playlist, and he didn't give a flying crap who knew, heard, or commented. Anything that made him think of Brooke was always a good thing, in his opinion. Although it wasn't too conducive to getting work done, truth be told, so he limited his music consumption to quiet evenings and work-outs.
Tag: Leanna Mazal (Brooke) [ Brooke - Private Quarters] How easy was it to just continue staring at her hot Fiance, especially when he responded to her thanks with that wink and grin. Thinking it wouldn't hurt for a few more seconds to do so, before he wiped his hands and remembered about the first dance song. Now it was Brooke's turn to grin briefly, the remnants of her own cake forgotten for the time being as he then asked, what their options were, what her favourites were and how they should all be on the shortlist. " I do believe that we have the shortlist under ...." Brooke paused for a minute as she returned her attention to the PADD and quickly found the file. " Ah here we go ... we have 7 options on the list" she added as Greg also asked if she had anything to add and how he wanted to include their special engagement songs. That made Brooke smile, knowing how incredibly romantic it was for him to do that and how much it meant to them. " If we include the special engagement songs that takes us up to 9 to choose one, then the rest can be played during the reception".With the list open, Brooke moved it so Greg could see what it contained. Perfect, Amazed, Power of Love, Thinking Out Loud, Feel My Love, Show Me Heaven, Need You Now
There was one last surprise to be added as Brooke looked at Greg. " I do have one to add, I found it the other day and wanted to you to hear it first" she said as she then instructed the computer to play it. Brooke 2
tag Felicity Ellis (Greg) [Gregory Ellis - Private Quarters]Greg shifted a little closer to Brooke so he could read over the list with her. He nodded at the entries, recognising all of the titles. "Have the band been given these songs? They should be able to play their own versions of them during the party," he said, agreeing with the idea that they could use all of the songs throughout the celebration. He then fell silent as he listened to the most recent song that she had added, called "All My Life." He wrapped an arm around her waist as it played and pulled her against his side, recognising the sentiment in the lyrics and feeling a sudden need to have the woman that made him feel all of those things closer to him. Once the song ended, he placed a kiss on the top of her head and gave her a little squeeze. "I like it. Where do you find all of these love songs?" He asked then with an amused chuckle, though inwardly he was quite pleased he wasn't the only one who had turned into a bit of a soppy sucker for a mushy ballad. "Computer, repeat song," he ordered, then stepped back away from the counter, drawing his future wife with him. "We should practice." With a cheeky grin he would tug her toward the center of the kitchen and lead them into a slow dance.
Tag: Leanna Mazal (Brooke). [Intelligence Office]Harmon was waiting in the front, slightly larger room of the Intel Office sitting at and with his feet on the small table in the still relatively cramped room. As the Captain entered he took his feet off the table and beckoned for her to take a seat. "I've met with Moz, she's not particularly happy to be working with us but she'll do it," he explained. "She wanted payment, about 250 bars of gold pressed latinum. That's trading for...about 150,000 Federation credits. I made no commitments to rewarding her though she did seem to imply if we wanted her to "do good work" she would need "good pay". If we can find some way to reward her financially I believe it would be beneficial." Once talk of the rewards was done he moved onto the operation itself. "I think we should get things underway as soon as possible, have her join up. I have some bugs and trackers that are difficult to detect that we could plant on her so we can continue to monitor her. We can plant them in such a way that if caught she could feign ignorance." [Felicity Ellis - Intelligence Office]She took a seat, and said nothing until Harmon was finished explaining Moz's requirement for financial compensation. "I'll see what we can muster," she agreed with a nod. Her experience that day taught her that civilians would not provide their help for nothing, but requests for payment in latinum she could actually work with. When the briefing turned to talk of trackers, Felicity frowned. "You think the Alliance would buy Moz's ignorance to having a tracker or a bug on her?" The frown deepened as she continued, "Or that she'd allow you to place them?"Being able to keep an eye and ear on their agent would be a massive boon, but she didn't want to needlessly put anyone at risk if they didn't need to. Speaking of risk... "Thomas Jett is also involved." She crossed her legs at the knee, tucked her hands between her thighs, and explained. "He was challenged to retrieve some sensitive Fleet information for some bizarre show of loyalty. He is willing to share with us whatever he learns from being amongst their ranks."
Tag: Matthew Harmon
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Leanna Mazal
Civilian
Posts: 1,728 Likes: 32
Position: Civilian
Species: Betazoid
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Post by Leanna Mazal on Jun 21, 2020 15:51:38 GMT
[Gregory Ellis - Private Quarters]Greg shifted a little closer to Brooke so he could read over the list with her. He nodded at the entries, recognising all of the titles. "Have the band been given these songs? They should be able to play their own versions of them during the party," he said, agreeing with the idea that they could use all of the songs throughout the celebration. He then fell silent as he listened to the most recent song that she had added, called "All My Life." He wrapped an arm around her waist as it played and pulled her against his side, recognising the sentiment in the lyrics and feeling a sudden need to have the woman that made him feel all of those things closer to him. Once the song ended, he placed a kiss on the top of her head and gave her a little squeeze. "I like it. Where do you find all of these love songs?" He asked then with an amused chuckle, though inwardly he was quite pleased he wasn't the only one who had turned into a bit of a soppy sucker for a mushy ballad. "Computer, repeat song," he ordered, then stepped back away from the counter, drawing his future wife with him. "We should practice." With a cheeky grin he would tug her toward the center of the kitchen and lead them into a slow dance.
Tag: Leanna Mazal (Brooke). [ Brooke - Private Quarters] Planning this wedding had been a breeze compared to what she had initially thought and it had certainly helped having a Fiance who knew not only what she liked but also had similar tastes. Knowing that she could go to Greg with an idea and how it would rarely get discarded with how well they got on and knew one another. So when he moved a little closer to look over the song list, she smiled as he asked if the band had been given the list and agreed with how they could play their own versions of them during the party. " They have and agreed, although they do want us to drop by their next practice session so we can get a preview of some of them".Then as they listened to her most recent find, a contented sigh escaped from her lips as he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. There was no greater feeling than being close and in his embrace, forgetting about everything as she concentrated on this moment. Brooke knew that any one of these songs would be perfect for their first dance, but there was just something about this particular song that seemed to resonate with her, especially when Greg told her that he liked it after kissing her on the top of her head. Although as he asked where she found them with an amused chuckle, she looked at him with a playful grin. " I'm glad that you do and my Dad's old music collection is where I found most of them .... just don't tell him that I've found them" she replied just as playfully. She was sure that her Dad would deny having such a collection if she brought it up, but it had certainly proven useful for her needs in finding something that expressed her love for Greg in such a different way. However all thoughts about, didn't matter right now as her beloved instructed the computer to repeat the song, allowing him to draw her away from the counter, with his suggestion of them practising. "Mmm good idea" she responded softly, not being able to resist that cheeky grin of his as they moved to the centre of the kitchen and loved how he then led them into a slow dance.
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Ozu Saya
Engineering/Ops
[TI19]
Posts: 878 Likes: 29
Rank: Master Chief Petty Officer
Position: CoB/Chief Engineer
Species: Vulcan-Bajoran
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Post by Ozu Saya on Jun 22, 2020 1:13:01 GMT
Kova wasn’t any easy person to read, but that made Shavan all the more interested in getting to know her. For a moment it seemed like Kova’s mind might still be on the Nyberrite Alliance, but she gave no indication that she’d rather stay. Instead she agreed to to get another round elsewhere on the condition that he was buying. Well, he couldn’t object to that. It was his turn to after all. “Very well.” He grinned and started walking in the direction of the promenade. “Shall we go then?”Ryah nodded sharply to the captain before they both exited the bar owners office. Disappointment at the turn things had taken had her walking through the bar without her usual alertness. The chief bumped into a couple of people on her way, but anyone who would have reacted with indignation immediately backed off when they saw the smallness of the person who'd bumped them. She almost walked right into the backs of a pair that were headed out of the bar, but managed to pull up short of actually rear-ending them. Ryah realized that they were Andorians, and one of them happened to be one of the prospectives from Lt. Harmon's list. Excellent. Kova Sh'qaleq? Could I speak to you for a few minutes? She kept her voice low, not wanting to call attention to their interaction. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station] A smile actually began to creep onto the face of the Andorian. She began to fall into step alongside Shavan as she pondered his question of where they should go. "I'm not sure," she began. She thought about his little search for danger that he'd mentioned earlier. "If you're still feeling a little adventurous, we could try the Spotty Ali--"She stopped midsentence as she heard someone call her name from behind. Turning, saw who the voice belonged to, and the smile that had been there previously disappeared. Effectively, Ryah Melihn was Kova's boss. That definitely weighed heavily in the question that had followed over whether she had a few minutes to spare to speak to the woman. She was tempted to ask if it was an order, but felt that could certainly blow up into her face. She glanced briefly at Shavan, confident he understood her latest dilemma. "Sure," Kova said flatly. Was this an impromptu evaluation of her work? Hell, did Ryah even pay attention to what she did? Or better, did she even trust her? Perhaps this was the point where she gave the Andorian the extended speech explaining why she was fired. How many nice ways were there to say, 'you're out of here because you're a security risk'? "Is this something you want to get into here?" Kova wondered if there was any sort of setting that was mutually ideal to be fired in?
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar , Ozu Saya (Ryah) [NPC - SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta Bar] Ryah nodded sharply to the captain before they both exited the bar owners office. Disappointment at the turn things had taken had her walking through the bar without her usual alertness. The chief bumped into a couple of people on her way, but anyone who would have reacted with indignation immediately backed off when they saw the smallness of the person who'd bumped them. She almost walked right into the backs of a pair that were headed out of the bar, but managed to pull up short of actually rear-ending them. Ryah realized that they were Andorians, and one of them happened to be one of the prospectives from Lt. Harmon's list. Excellent. Kova Sh'qaleq? Could I speak to you for a few minutes? She kept her voice low, not wanting to call attention to their interaction. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station] A smile actually began to creep onto the face of the Andorian. She began to fall into step alongside Shavan as she pondered his question of where they should go. "I'm not sure," she began. She thought about his little search for danger that he'd mentioned earlier. "If you're still feeling a little adventurous, we could try the Spotty Ali--"She stopped midsentence as she heard someone call her name from behind. Turning, saw who the voice belonged to, and the smile that had been there previously disappeared. Effectively, Ryah Melihn was Kova's boss. That definitely weighed heavily in the question that had followed over whether she had a few minutes to spare to speak to the woman. She was tempted to ask if it was an order, but felt that could certainly blow up into her face. She glanced briefly at Shavan, confident he understood her latest dilemma. "Sure," Kova said flatly. Was this an impromptu evaluation of her work? Hell, did Ryah even pay attention to what she did? Or better, did she even trust her? Perhaps this was the point where she gave the Andorian the extended speech explaining why she was fired. How many nice ways were there to say, 'you're out of here because you're a security risk'? "Is this something you want to get into here?" Kova wondered if there was any sort of setting that was mutually ideal to be fired in? [Shavan Th’zhaar, Blue Beta Bar] The Spotty Alibi had been one of the first places that came to Shavan’s mind as well, when thinking of alternatives to the Blue Beta. “Sure, I-” he started to agree as they made their way towards the exit, but they hadn’t got far when someone else spoke from behind them. He turned around to look at the person who had cut in asking to speak to Kova. They hadn’t actually met but of course Shavan soon recognized the station’s chief of security, whose attention he thought was generally best to avoid. He glanced at Kova, curious whether she knew what this was about. She didn’t seem pleased to see the security chief either, but he knew she had to agree. “Meet you later.” he said to Kova, assuming that this was private, and with a nod to Melihn took a few steps back towards the bar. Tag Kova Sh'qaleq , Ozu Saya (Melihn Ryah) [NPC - SCPO Melihn Ryah - Blue Beta Bar] I'm sorry for interrupting. This shouldn't take long if you want to meet back up, Ryah commented as she fell into step beside Kova. Why don't we walk and talk, she suggested, finally remembering that she needed to remain alert and taking a quick glance around. Mostly the crowd seemed to be ignoring them, but that could change. If they were moving, it would be more difficult for anyone to eavesdrop. Ryah spoke quietly as they moved down the promenade, her gaze occasionally glancing behind them and to the sides to check for anyone near. I assume since you were in the Blue Beta you heard the Alliance's pitch, or are at least passing familiar with them. She paused and took a breath. There was no point in beating around the bush; the direct approach was probably her best bet to make her case to Kova. It's very likely that the Alliance will be interested in your particular skills. This is a request, not a demand; but we could use someone with your abilities inside to report back to us. It wouldn't be long-term - a few weeks at the most. Ryah looked up at the Andorian to gauge her reaction.
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
Posts: 540 Likes: 18
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Jun 22, 2020 3:43:32 GMT
[Felicity Ellis - Intelligence Office]She took a seat, and said nothing until Harmon was finished explaining Moz's requirement for financial compensation. "I'll see what we can muster," she agreed with a nod. Her experience that day taught her that civilians would not provide their help for nothing, but requests for payment in latinum she could actually work with. When the briefing turned to talk of trackers, Felicity frowned. "You think the Alliance would buy Moz's ignorance to having a tracker or a bug on her?" The frown deepened as she continued, "Or that she'd allow you to place them?"Being able to keep an eye and ear on their agent would be a massive boon, but she didn't want to needlessly put anyone at risk if they didn't need to. Speaking of risk... "Thomas Jett is also involved." She crossed her legs at the knee, tucked her hands between her thighs, and explained. "He was challenged to retrieve some sensitive Fleet information for some bizarre show of loyalty. He is willing to share with us whatever he learns from being amongst their ranks."
Tag: Matthew Harmon [Intelligence Office]"Eh, she was concerned they'd kill her. I think she'll be fine being monitored for this," he said dismissively. "It doesn't matter if they buy it or not. There's reasonable doubt, they can't harm her on the station without giving us the legal authority to intervene and search them, regardless of if we have proof of any other wrongdoing. At worst it will set us back and we'll need to find another way to get the information we need." Then came a revelation he wasn't expecting. Thomas Jett. The Robert Hanssen or Aldrich Ames of Starfleet. A man shamelessly sold out Intelligence, leading to the execution of numerous agents, some of whom Harmon knew personally. His treason was largest damage to Starfleet Intelligence's network in its history, undoing much of the work that had been done since the Dominion War. The networks that had allowed Starfleet to respond to flashpoints quickly and carefully helping avoid conflict in some cases were irreparably harmed. Worse, he inexplicably received a pardon from the President, leading the Intelligence community to speculate he must have had some sort of dirt to blackmail the President. "You know full well what happened last time the traitor had access to sensitive fleet information, Captain," he responded quickly, slamming a fist on the table. "I gave assurances to Moz I would keep her safe. I gave assurances to my new assess of Caldonia they would be safe from authorities. My informants in the Tilonus Syndicate have the same assurances." He was visibly angry at the mention of Jett, and worse that she seemed willing to trust him with sensitive information. "Their blood will be on your hands if he decides committing treason once wasn't enough...and I will ensure there won't be a third time," he threatened.
Tag: Felicity Ellis
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Alex Hust
Civilian
Posts: 34 Likes: 3
Position: Civilian Medic
Species: Human
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Post by Alex Hust on Jun 22, 2020 7:16:47 GMT
[Costa - Blue Beta, Bar]She looked at him when he commented that he wasn't made of latinum, and then rolled her eyes at him. Someone got out of the wrong side of the bed that morning. At the elbow to her gut she narrowed her eyes and moved to swat him away, knowing full well that she was probably irritating him with her few words, and not caring in the slightest. She reached out to grab the bottle and poured herself another generous measure. When Alex asked if she was planning on taking a trip, she shrugged and knocked back the glass, draining about half of its refreshed contents. She'd been to the Alibi a couple of times when she wanted information. "Mi mowteng fo stay im left wit xi rowm."[fn] My reason to stay is leaving with this rum.[/fn] She stiffened suddenly, her biological version of a proximity sensor causing all of the tiny, fine hairs on the back of her neck to rise. That sensation was followed by someone touching the small of her back. A distinctly male voice followed the physical intrusion. "Hello there." It took everything she had in her not to react immediately; to turn and pop Mr. Handsy right in the mouth. "Pashwang fong,"[fn] A rather rude way of telling someone to go away.[/fn] came her response in place of violence. She was rather proud of herself, until the nakangepensa [fn] Idiot[/fn], who obviously missed the meaning or her words and her tone, decided it was a good idea to slide in beside her. He leaned on the bar, a hand running through his non-regulation haircut, his gaze appraising her. Costa stared back without so much as blinking. "The Colonel seems to think you're worth our attention," he asserted, leaning in toward her, his expression turning into a smug leer. "I'm here to see for myself if she's right." There was a pregnant pause, and for a moment or two everything stilled. Then Costa erupted into a flurry of movements as she reached out, grabbed a fistful of the human man's too-long hair, pulled, and bounced his face off the bar top. Maybe it was time to go.
[Blue Beta Bar] As much as Alex had been wanting in his mind to get out before any trouble had a chance to manifest, it seemed that Costa had tipped the scales. It was no longer an option to just leave - not for him, no for her, and not after the solid contact. His mindset shifted in a moment, going from an observer to a bulwark. It was a matter of honor now - The Captain and her crew, and so the Dog in general, versus whoever this idiot was aligned with. To leave would be cowardice. To abandon his Captain and disgrace the crew would be worse. On the other hand, however, Costa didn't need help. He knew she was more the capable, especially in rearranging the architecture of someone's face. She didn't need, and likely wouldn't want, his help. The last thing that was needed was for Alex to play the rescuer, when it was clearly not needed. However, where one moron lay, another was surely close behind. The room was chalk full of Alliance, and it was quite likely that the action and scuffle would not go unnoticed. Alex thought quickly as to how outnumbered Costa and himself was, the response time it would take Starfleet security to get here, and the likely repercussions. He also thought down to his knife, concealed in his boot, and if it might be needed. He didn't think it would be, not yet. While Costa was dealing with her newfound friend, Alex stepped away from the bar, his back toward the action, and readied himself, stancing himself to take on anyone who wanted to intervene, should they try. "Tu gut?" is all he asked, speaking over his shoulder while not turning his back. Surprisingly, the action hadn't yet drawn a wave of reactions from across the bar, but that was likely to change. "Unte mi pensa tudiye be boring..." he muttered to himself, his eyes locking on someone with an Alliance uniform and a look in their eyes that didn't make it seem like they were over-encumbered with intelligence.
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Thomas Jett
Civilian
Posts: 136 Likes: 5
Position: Civilian - Captain
Species: Human
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Post by Thomas Jett on Jun 22, 2020 16:56:56 GMT
[Blue Beta, Booths]
Tom has his hand near her shoulder as he was trying to be helpful. As she responded about staying in school and saying no to drugs. He smiled and chuckled a little bit. It might appear for a moment that maybe he was being concerned and protective. But he did not know what was going on in her life. In the back of his mind, he recognized that they were several types of Starfleet Captain including those that care about their crew deeply and would sacrifice themselves for others.
She was that type and it had both it’s positive and negatives. But he was not exactly the one to be giving lectures about risk. He remembered that one of his favorite phrases was “Risk is part of the game”. As a Starfleet Captain, he needed to take risk to succeed.
Felicity mentioned the name, Colonel Vassar. Tom smiled as he looked down and said “I remember a Vassar once, been years, but I highly doubt she would be involved in something like this. . Tom commented to Ellis. He was not sure, but it has been years since he saw her and his life has been more chaotic recently. Tom nodded as she mentioned that if they kept talking it would be a hard sell and more importantly it might start rumors. He thought for a second to ask Flick to slap him in the face and call him “pervert”. As a way to make up a cover that he was hitting on her. But he thought that the scene might draw too much attention to them.
As she warned him that even she has limits. Tom nodded as he knew that stakes that he would be involved. If he got caught by either side she would not be able to protect him. There is a chance that someone in the Starfleet side might turn him in and someone in the Alliance might uncover his intention. Tom would smile and say with a tone of confidence “Relax, it’s me”. He shrugged as he moves on to his target.
*** [Deck 21 Computer Core]
It took Tom a while to get to the Computer Core. Since he was not a Starfleet Personnel, he could not just take the Turbolift to the Computer Core. In exchange, he had to break into Jeffrey’s Tube. Thankfully, this was not the first time that he had to break into a place. Prior to his journey to the Computer Core, he had to stop by the Falcon and get a proper backpack. As he entered the Jeffery’s Tube. Tom accessed the sensor’s of the Computer Core into a Loop system in which hopefully if empty would detect people empty. In an ideal world he would have spend days studying Shift patterns and come up with a route and a time to start the loop.
In this situation, Tom spent roughly 15 minutes studying the Station’s schematics and trying to find the closest public point. From there he would send it to a loop for less than 20 minutes. Enough for him to head there Computer Core, hack and get out. He was grateful that he was trained and his experience with war help him make this move.
The only way that he would get caught was if someone was on Jeffery’s Tube in his path at the same time he was there. Since their data would repeat. Or someone found the sensor hack in the 20 minutes he was doing it. Once he got to the Deck of the Core. He would need to find a way around the guards. Thankfully that is where Felicity’s information was useful. He would just need to wait for their shift change and then head there. From there he would have 30 seconds to 5 minutes to hack the computer core.
The most challenging aspect is to hack the computer core and not trigger any of the automated defenses. Thankfully he had another plan. Tom in the past had Command Codes, so instead of stealing Felicity’s Command Codes, he would try and reactivate his old one and then change them to a new one.
The plan did not have his own set of flaws but for the time he had. This was the best he could do. The first part of the journey getting to Jeffrey’s Tube went fine. As Jett crawled, he had his pulse pistol out in case he had to stun someone from security. As he walked in the observed that they were no alarms.
“So far soo good” . Tom commented as he continued his crawl. With his back, he was a little slower. As he opened the hatch in the Computer Core. Tom looked around for any security.
He then heard some voices.
“Dude, the shift is over. I want to go home. Lionel is always late”. One of the security guards said.
“I don’t know man. I don’t like leaving whiteout the other shift. The new Captain can be kinda a hard ass. I miss the good old days. “ The second security guard said.
“Look, how many times have we done this? And nothing bad has ever happened. Pfft, …she is just trying to show she is in charge. Whatever dude. Let’s go. I heard she is trying to requalify people in weapons training again.” The First Officer said.
“Probably right. Let’s goo!” The second Officer agreed as he kept moving and leaving the area. “I don’t ever remember re-qualify for weapons under the old regime.”
Tom walked out in the deck of the Computer Core and moved to the main interface of the computer as quickly and quietly as possible. He moved quickly and silently and observed the guards leaving. He looked at them and was not sure what to feel. Right now, he was grateful for their “lax” culture, but he could only figure Felicity’s frustration sometimes.
“I’m not jealous of you” . Tom said as he was referring to Felicity. Whipping a crew into shape took time, emergency, and patience. It was not his problem he was there to take advance of the situation. As he approached the console of the Computer Core he observed the interface.
He opened his pack and had a small device. It was something that was used by Starfleet Intelligence and Special Ops. He looked at the interface and then panel and saw a few more locks than expected. “Huh…upgrades” .
Tom placed the device and in his mind, he had a counter of how long he would have before he is caught. As the device worked trying to give him access, he would see it work trying to decode the Computer Core algorithm. What took seconds felt an eternity to him. It took a while until it was decoded and then Jett began to work.
Tom went into the archives section of the Computer and observed his old Command Codes. If he tried to steal someone else it could affect them. Tom then as he reactivated then began to convert his old one into a new Command Code that was completely different. Within a second he began to download the new codes. He then encrypted everything with a single password.
“Peek-A-Boo” . Tom said with a smile. As he finished the password he heard footsteps in the background. It was obvious that Lionel and the new shift was coming. As he wants he was finally able to get into the Jeffrey’s Tube. He would then proceed on his way out.
Next Stage of the plan…wait you would not be focused on the future for now. Escape without getting caught.
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Kova Sh'qaleq
Civilian
Posts: 516 Likes: 34
Position: Security Consultant
Species: Andorian
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Post by Kova Sh'qaleq on Jun 22, 2020 20:31:32 GMT
The Spotty Alibi had been one of the first places that came to Shavan’s mind as well, when thinking of alternatives to the Blue Beta. “Sure, I-” he started to agree as they made their way towards the exit, but they hadn’t got far when someone else spoke from behind them. He turned around to look at the person who had cut in asking to speak to Kova. They hadn’t actually met but of course Shavan soon recognized the station’s chief of security, whose attention he thought was generally best to avoid. He glanced at Kova, curious whether she knew what this was about. She didn’t seem pleased to see the security chief either, but he knew she had to agree. “Meet you later.” he said to Kova, assuming that this was private, and with a nod to Melihn took a few steps back towards the bar. [...] She'd been to the Alibi a couple of times when she wanted information. "Mi mowteng fo stay im left wit xi rowm."[fn] My reason to stay is leaving with this rum.[/fn] She stiffened suddenly, her biological version of a proximity sensor causing all of the tiny, fine hairs on the back of her neck to rise. That sensation was followed by someone touching the small of her back. A distinctly male voice followed the physical intrusion. "Hello there." It took everything she had in her not to react immediately; to turn and pop Mr. Handsy right in the mouth. "Pashwang fong,"[fn] A rather rude way of telling someone to go away.[/fn] came her response in place of violence. She was rather proud of herself, until the nakangepensa [fn] Idiot[/fn], who obviously missed the meaning or her words and her tone, decided it was a good idea to slide in beside her. He leaned on the bar, a hand running through his non-regulation haircut, his gaze appraising her. Costa stared back without so much as blinking. "The Colonel seems to think you're worth our attention," he asserted, leaning in toward her, his expression turning into a smug leer. "I'm here to see for myself if she's right." There was a pregnant pause, and for a moment or two everything stilled. Then Costa erupted into a flurry of movements as she reached out, grabbed a fistful of the human man's too-long hair, pulled, and bounced his face off the bar top. Maybe it was time to go. [...] I'm sorry for interrupting. This shouldn't take long if you want to meet back up, Ryah commented as she fell into step beside Kova. Why don't we walk and talk, she suggested, finally remembering that she needed to remain alert and taking a quick glance around. Mostly the crowd seemed to be ignoring them, but that could change. If they were moving, it would be more difficult for anyone to eavesdrop. Ryah spoke quietly as they moved down the promenade, her gaze occasionally glancing behind them and to the sides to check for anyone near. I assume since you were in the Blue Beta you heard the Alliance's pitch, or are at least passing familiar with them. She paused and took a breath. There was no point in beating around the bush; the direct approach was probably her best bet to make her case to Kova. It's very likely that the Alliance will be interested in your particular skills. This is a request, not a demand; but we could use someone with your abilities inside to report back to us. It wouldn't be long-term - a few weeks at the most. Ryah looked up at the Andorian to gauge her reaction. [...] While Costa was dealing with her newfound friend, Alex stepped away from the bar, his back toward the action, and readied himself, stancing himself to take on anyone who wanted to intervene, should they try. "Tu gut?" is all he asked, speaking over his shoulder while not turning his back. Surprisingly, the action hadn't yet drawn a wave of reactions from across the bar, but that was likely to change. "Unte mi pensa tudiye be boring..." he muttered to himself, his eyes locking on someone with an Alliance uniform and a look in their eyes that didn't make it seem like they were over-encumbered with intelligence. [ Kova Sh'qaleq - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station] Shavan was gracious in stepping aside to allow Chief Melihn to say her piece. The Orion-Andorian Hybrid must have picked up on the sensitive nature of whatever she was implying because he stated that he'd see Kova later. "Um... don't go too far," she said, hoping that he'd still be near when she finished. Kova began to follow Ryah's lead as she started to take a few steps away, giving them some privacy. As she made her assumption known, about Kova's being here and hearing the Alliance's pitch. Kova began to wonder if this was Ryah's attempt to truly shove her off. Was it not allowed to simply hear them out? Loyalty to Starfleet or none at all? She swallowed heavily, but still held her tongue as the chief of security went on. She stated that the Alliance would likely be interested in someone with her skill set. Kova took a deep breath as she wondered what sort of skill set that was exactly? Merely, her skill with computers, or also those of someone with an axe to grind with Starfleet? Did she know about the invitation? Was she screening Kova's messages? The Andorian crossed her arms as she continued to listen. "Well, they wouldn't be the first," she said simply as she allowed Ryah to continue. What Ryah was proposing, however, was not what Kova was expecting. She said that it was a request and not a demand, but she still was still under the impression that members of Starfleet seemed to think those two words were synonymous. "You want me to--" Kova began but quickly lowered her voice. "Why are you asking me? Don't you have people trained for this?!" Kova's eyes were wide. Her mind racing for a reason as to why they would be asking her to do this. Perhaps they simply thought she was expendable. If she were discovered, at least they wouldn't have lost one of their own. She was about to say a bit more when she noticed the commotion that started at the bar. Kova cleared her throat. "Um... you, you may want to...." Kova pointed towards the bar where some man was on the ground and a table full of Alliance blokes had just stood up, their attention towards the bar as well. Kova had seen her share of bar fights, and been a few as well. She'd yet to see one that ended well. Her mind and eyes then shifted in search of Shavan... hoping he wouldn't do anything... stupid. Of course, if he'd grown up on Orion, surely he knew better.
Tag: Shavan Th'zhaar , Ozu Saya (Ryah)
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Isaiah Quinn
Science
[TI36]
Posts: 1,153 Likes: 57
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief Science Officer
Species: Human
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Post by Isaiah Quinn on Jun 22, 2020 22:12:58 GMT
[...] Sven was starting to get impatient with Sergeant Grosk. Claiming to have received some sort of receipt for the whining she made against the Zarkdorn. He rounded on her, "Why do I care if your organization has frozen his benefits? Why are you telling me this? This is obviously an intra-organizational issue." he pointed his finger between the sergeant and the now puking drunk. "Work it out between yourselves. Not my problem."Meanwhile to Gloria's horror, as she helped tip the man back up right, be spewed a rather copious amount of sick all over the place. Quite a bit upon her uniform. "Oh for FUCKS SAKE!" she had lost her temper. Standing, with puke sliding down her front she looked at Sven, Rio, and the Sergeant. She pointed a finger at the Na'kuhl. "You, get me a towel. NOW!" she then pointed a finger at Sven, "You. Shut up, take the damn complaint and call down to the infirmary and have carbo-chalk sent up. Not transporting this with the fucking teleporter." she looked to Rio "And you..... Replicated a change of clothes for me."Sven stood back with a grimace. "Crewman..." he was about to warn her. But the look she gave him. One of pure and total 'you're on dangerous grounds, you better stuff it, or I'll kick your butt so hard your ancestors will feel it.' coupled with the devil's rage beaming from her eyes and sick slopping down her front. "Yes ma'am." he complied, making the call. [...] It took quite a bit of self control not to burst out laughing as the Zakdorn spewed all over the woman, but it was pretty gross, and certainly not deserved, even if a hazard of the job. "Yeah, sure..." She paid no mind to the orderly nature of the order, she would help regardless, and headed over to the replicator to get a fresh change of clothes and some damp, rose-scented towels. "Here you go." Setting the uniform close by, she took the towels over to the Zakdorn and gingerly started wiping him down. If nothing else, he would smell pretty when she was done! [...] With no other words of farewell, she moved off, intent on the exit of the Blue Beta Bar & Grill. She passed by near to Vasser and a couple of her people, and gave a few nods of greeting. "Colonel. Good evening," she said by way of hello, her tone professional, relaxed, though her eyes lingered on the other woman for a moment before she continued on, not stopping for further engagement. Felicity had put in an appearance, had taken the temperature of the room, and decided it was time to extract herself before she became part of the floor show. [NPC - Alpha Sergeant Gorsk - Security Office, Promenade, Front Ear Station] As the large man seemed to round on her, Gorsk stood her ground, hardly inclined to stand down. In fact, she took a step closer, her eyes narrowing. It seemed the larger humans were, the more agitating they could be. His remarks reeked of nothing but neglect to his duty. It was affront to any sort of oath he had taken to wear that uniform in her opinion. Still, she wouldn't sink to his level. Taking a deep breath, she then gave her retort. "It should be obvious that this man is in your custody," Gorsk stated. "You escorted him to your security office. Because he is impaired, I'm leaving this notice in your hands. And he is no longer apart of our organization. Unlike Starfleet, the Alliance has very little tolerance for conduct unbecoming of an officer."It was then that the woman on the floor seemed to erupt in a state of hysteria, shouting out orders to everyone, including Gorsk. She had apparently been charged with getting towels, of course had no idea where to get any. It seemed impractical run bar and back for some cloths. She raised her fist to speak into her comm unit. "Gorsk to Soteria. Transport a dozen hand towels to my location. If solicited for a reason, inform the station's command center to contact the security office for proper clearance." It took a few moments, but the whine of a transport beam soon materialized two short stacks of towels at Gorsk's feet, all bearing the emblem of the Nyberrite Alliance. She then looked towards the medical officer. "Your towels," she said coolly. "If there's nothing more that you require of me," Gorsk said, looking towards each of them.
Tag: Sven Aune (& Gloria), Rio Sosa , Ozu Saya (Zakdorn)
[NPC - Major Chromar - Landing Pad B, Deck 29, Front Ear Station] Chromar stepped from the shadows to stand at the edge of stack of cargo. He watched as his contact seemed to suspiciously be searching for something. The Romulan rolled his eyes before he spoke aloud. "I'll send you the coordinates," he said breaking the silence. "The usual price, no questions as per our arrangement. He pressed a single button on a small padd and soon a chime was heard. The Edosian raised his padd and examined the information. "This one's over thirty years old," he commented. "It shouldn't be a problem. The price, however...."Chromar stepped into view as he stared at the Edosian. "Careful, Urex. You're starting to sound like a Ferengi.""Perhaps you can find a Ferengi to do this job, then," the Edosian responded. The Romulan tilted his head slightly with a shrug. "You've never disappointed me before, Urex," Chromar mused. He then nodded slightly. "Very well. If all goes as planned, I'll see to it that you receive your bonus." The Edosian chuckled and turned to take his leave. Chromar simply watched him for a few more seconds before shrinking back into the shadows. Chromar was certainly a man of his word. He'd see to it that Urex got exactly what he deserved.
[NPC - Colonel Helena Vasser - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station] As her conversations continued, Vasser began to wonder exactly what the connection was between Jett and Ellis. Vasser could understand the predicament of being a Starship Captain. It could be very isolating, but she did hope that Felicity knew that she could do much better than that. It was a fleeting thought, and not one that Helena would allow to take root. Overall, it was hardly any of her business. More than anything she respected Ellis' right to privacy when it came to her personal affairs. No sooner had her musings ended had the pair seemed to take their leave. In fact Ellis seemed to pass by and offered a brief exchange of pleasantries. "Captain," she replied simply. It was brief and hardly said much, but it said enough. The next move was clearly Ellis'. Vasser just had to make sure that she was ready for it. She made a mental note to check in with Chromar to make certain that he was on top of things as he always professed to be. Vasser's observations did bring her attention to something else, however. She noticed a table of her officers had risen out of their seats. She traced their eyes and saw that they were cast in the direction of the bar, where Costa was standing. Her brow furrowed as she tried to ascertain exactly what was going on. "Excuse me a moment, please," she said to the gentleman she'd been speaking with. Vasser moved to intercept the officers from that table, cutting them off several meters before the bar. En route, her eyes did discover someone on the floor at Costa's feet. "You will stand down," Vasser said as she stepped in front of the approaching group of Alliance officers. The smile never left her face as her hands were clasped behind her back. The officers stood there, perplexed about how to proceed. One of them, started to move forward again, and Vasser quickly held him with a glare, the smile instantly vacant. "I understand your pride and the need for showing solidarity, but if you break rank and cause a scene, the only thing that'll be standing together is you lot while you scrub the reclamation unit spotless with your own toothbrushes. Am I clear?"The group seemed to silently mull it over with a few glances, before the one that had stepped forward retreated back with the others. "You're all to return to your quarters, immediately," Vasser said. There were a couple of groans of protest, but Vasser wouldn't hear it. "Dismissed." The group didn't question it any further, but turned to take their leave. It was one fire put out. She knew that she still had to deal with the person that was lying at Costa's feet and the punishment would be severe. Costa may be a wild card, but she was confident the freighter captain wouldn't have attacked unless she'd been provoked. Of course, Vasser wasn't aware of all of the officers that may have seen what had gone down, especially the one that was now glaring at Alex Hust from across the room.
Soft Tag: Felicity Ellis (Exiting), Alexa Costa , Alex Hust , Ozu Saya (Ryah), Others in the area
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Felicity Ellis
Command
Cap'n Mum
[TI11]
Posts: 719 Likes: 59
Rank: Commander
Position: XO
Species: Human
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Post by Felicity Ellis on Jun 22, 2020 23:44:44 GMT
[Intelligence Office]"Eh, she was concerned they'd kill her. I think she'll be fine being monitored for this," he said dismissively. "It doesn't matter if they buy it or not. There's reasonable doubt, they can't harm her on the station without giving us the legal authority to intervene and search them, regardless of if we have proof of any other wrongdoing. At worst it will set us back and we'll need to find another way to get the information we need." Then came a revelation he wasn't expecting. Thomas Jett. The Robert Hanssen or Aldrich Ames of Starfleet. A man shamelessly sold out Intelligence, leading to the execution of numerous agents, some of whom Harmon knew personally. His treason was largest damage to Starfleet Intelligence's network in its history, undoing much of the work that had been done since the Dominion War. The networks that had allowed Starfleet to respond to flashpoints quickly and carefully helping avoid conflict in some cases were irreparably harmed. Worse, he inexplicably received a pardon from the President, leading the Intelligence community to speculate he must have had some sort of dirt to blackmail the President. "You know full well what happened last time the traitor had access to sensitive fleet information, Captain," he responded quickly, slamming a fist on the table. "I gave assurances to Moz I would keep her safe. I gave assurances to my new assess of Caldonia they would be safe from authorities. My informants in the Tilonus Syndicate have the same assurances." He was visibly angry at the mention of Jett, and worse that she seemed willing to trust him with sensitive information. "Their blood will be on your hands if he decides committing treason once wasn't enough...and I will ensure there won't be a third time," he threatened. [Felicity Ellis - Intelligence Office]Felicity intensely disliked the man's dismissive attitude toward the safety of his asset, but she remained quiet. Of course the Alliance could harm her, either on or off the station, and Felicity could only assume he was aware of that possibility. She wondered who he was trying to convince. And then, suddenly when the unknown quantity of Jett was introduced and he wanted to make a point, he cared about what happened to Moz. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, but still she stayed quiet. She didn't react to the fist slam on the table, attributing that to passion, pain, ego... whatever it was, she'd seen plenty of it in her counseling suites over the years. It wasn't until he'd seemingly wrapped up the display with a threat that she spoke. "I'm the Captain, Lieutenant. Any blood shed here is on my hands."Fatalistic? Maybe. Narcissistic? Most definitely, but a point to be made nonetheless. "I'll choose to ignore your assumption that I'm ignorant to my responsibilities to the people here. Thomas Jett is a divisive subject among any on this Station who are aware of his presence, and they all have their own reasons to feel the way they do." She spoke smoothly, a part of her enjoying the thought that in this case, she had more Intel than an Intelligence Operative. "I might not expect you to understand, or even respect any of the decisions that I make, but I do require you to do your job. He has a use - bring him in. When he no longer has a use - cut him loose."She unclasped her hands from between her thighs and stood. "Your objection is noted. Are there more?" She asked with an arched brow, though her eyes were already on the exit, her mind on the next problem.
Tag: Matthew Harmon
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Alexa Costa
Civilian
Kepe da rowm?
DODGEBABY
Posts: 15 Likes: 2
Position: Hed
Species: Human
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Post by Alexa Costa on Jun 23, 2020 0:38:23 GMT
[Blue Beta Bar] As much as Alex had been wanting in his mind to get out before any trouble had a chance to manifest, it seemed that Costa had tipped the scales. It was no longer an option to just leave - not for him, no for her, and not after the solid contact. His mindset shifted in a moment, going from an observer to a bulwark. It was a matter of honor now - The Captain and her crew, and so the Dog in general, versus whoever this idiot was aligned with. To leave would be cowardice. To abandon his Captain and disgrace the crew would be worse. On the other hand, however, Costa didn't need help. He knew she was more the capable, especially in rearranging the architecture of someone's face. She didn't need, and likely wouldn't want, his help. The last thing that was needed was for Alex to play the rescuer, when it was clearly not needed. However, where one moron lay, another was surely close behind. The room was chalk full of Alliance, and it was quite likely that the action and scuffle would not go unnoticed. Alex thought quickly as to how outnumbered Costa and himself was, the response time it would take Starfleet security to get here, and the likely repercussions. He also thought down to his knife, concealed in his boot, and if it might be needed. He didn't think it would be, not yet. While Costa was dealing with her newfound friend, Alex stepped away from the bar, his back toward the action, and readied himself, stancing himself to take on anyone who wanted to intervene, should they try. "Tu gut?" is all he asked, speaking over his shoulder while not turning his back. Surprisingly, the action hadn't yet drawn a wave of reactions from across the bar, but that was likely to change. "Unte mi pensa tudiye be boring..." he muttered to himself, his eyes locking on someone with an Alliance uniform and a look in their eyes that didn't make it seem like they were over-encumbered with intelligence. [NPC - Colonel Helena Vasser - Blue Beta Bar, Promenade, Front Ear Station] [...] Vasser's observations did bring her attention to something else, however. She noticed a table of her officers had risen out of their seats. She traced their eyes and saw that they were cast in the direction of the bar, where Costa was standing. Her brow furrowed as she tried to ascertain exactly what was going on. "Excuse me a moment, please," she said to the gentleman she'd been speaking with. Vasser moved to intercept the officers from that table, cutting them off several meters before the bar. En route, her eyes did discover someone on the floor at Costa's feet. "You will stand down," Vasser said as she stepped in front of the approaching group of Alliance officers. The smile never left her face as her hands were clasped behind her back. The officers stood there, perplexed about how to proceed. One of them, started to move forward again, and Vasser quickly held him with a glare, the smile instantly vacant. "I understand your pride and the need for showing solidarity, but if you break rank and cause a scene, the only thing that'll be standing together is you lot while you scrub the reclamation unit spotless with your own toothbrushes. Am I clear?"The group seemed to silently mull it over with a few glances, before the one that had stepped forward retreated back with the others. "You're all to return to your quarters, immediately," Vasser said. There were a couple of groans of protest, but Vasser wouldn't hear it. "Dismissed." The group didn't question it any further, but turned to take their leave. It was one fire put out. She knew that she still had to deal with the person that was lying at Costa's feet and the punishment would be severe. Costa may be a wild card, but she was confident the freighter captain wouldn't have attacked unless she'd been provoked. Of course, Vasser wasn't aware of all of the officers that may have seen what had gone down, especially the one that was now glaring at Alex Hust from across the room. [Costa - Blue Beta, Bar]After Costa had hopped the dzhemang's[fn]Asshole.[/fn] face off the bar, he let out an almighty roar of pain. That turned into one of intense anger as he stumbled backward, clutching his broken nose. "Crazy BITCH!" He yelled at her as he advanced, but Costa had a feeling that if he wasn't knocked out, he'd likely want to kill her. It's what her own reaction would be, after all. So she stepped into his reach, and using her forearm, redirected the arching fist that was coming right for her face. His follow up right, however, she wasn't immediately prepared for. The sound of the open-palmed slap echoed off her cheek as he hit her, but before she could even feel the sting, or the sharp tug of the tendons in her neck stretching as her head was knocked to one side, she took advantage of the inertia of his movement. The blow from the bartop had thrown his balance somewhat, and Mr. Handsy was leaning dangerously to his right. She grabbed fistfuls of his once-lovely, pristine uniform, now covered in blood spatter, and pulled downward with a great portion of her weight until he was close enough to level. Then she delivered a swift head-butt, aiming for the bridge of his wonky nose. His eyes rolled up into the back of his head and he slumped. She dropped him, rather carelessly. "Ya, mi gut,"[fn]Yes, I'm fine.[/fn] she answered Alex as she stepped over the man's unconscious body and looked up to face whoever else decided to try their luck next. "Im na so gut."[fn]He's not so good.[/fn] She gave the moron a kick with the back of her heel and added aloud, "Im slap mi. Kemang du deting ere wa fight?"[fn]He slapped me. Who does that in a fight?[/fn] It was then that she saw Vasser intercepting the approaching back up. A part of her was disappointed; her blood was singing, waiting for a chorus. But she also watched, her pulse slowing again, as the woman dealt with her people and sent them all off packing. She was every inch what a proper Hed should be. Minus, of course, the filthy language. Also missing the daggers the man in the corner was shooting her doctor, she turned back to the bar to pick up her glass again, assuming the bulk of the danger was over. She raised her glass in a toast toward Vasser, repeating their gesture from earlier, and drained it. If there was no more fighting or deals to be had in the Blue Beta then Costa had business elsewhere.
Tags: Alex Hust , Isaiah Quinn (Vasser), general bar area.
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