Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Nov 1, 2020 14:53:04 GMT
[Commissioner Judith Eastman & Kece Eastman VIP Quarters, ISS Determined - En Route to Front Ear Station]Judy sat down at her study, behind a wooden desk. It was made of replicated oak, intended to imitate the one her father had used in his home office back on Earth when she was a girl, before the dark times. It was a reminder of what had been ripped away from her, and what she had to avenge. “Computer, begin recording personal journal,” she ordered. “I expect to arrive at Front Ear Station - such a stupid name - around late morning tomorrow. Assuming our Nyberrite hosts make a rare show of promptness, we will be able to begin the summit in the evening. The negotiations will be difficult, wholly unsophisticated, and could run long, if not for my plan. I will have Matt Harmon killed, leaving the Democratic Front decapitated. Naturally, the Kurjarians will be compelled to end their Thalaron weapon program - their culture places great value on honoring a man’s last wishes - and so I will walk away with everything, having given up nothing.”Her tone betrayed that it wasn’t quite nothing being given up. There was the fantasy of sharing a bed with Harmon again, but that wasn’t going to come true anyway. “I’m waiting, darling,” she heard the voice of the man who was sharing her bed. Kece had grown a little old for Judy’s taste as a lover (as she had for his), but they were life partners, twinned souls. “In a minute!” she called back. “I will leave the method of assassination to the crew. I believe the cognitive task should be quite straightforward, and anyone who distinguishes themselves should get promoted. If anyone should be so stupid as to get caught by Nyberrite security, then they deserve what they get. End journal.”Now, the “Commissioner of Interspace Travel” (on behalf of herself) in this region, Judith Eastman, walked over to her bed to spend that brief, wasteful period of sleep.
The next day... [Commissioner Judith Eastman & 1st Lt. Mabel Eastman - Bridge, ISS Determined]Armed with a power pantsuit, contacts, and her usual icy glare, Judy entered the bridge of her ship. It had been carefully refitted, placing the center chair on a swivel so that she could cast her eyes about, although she often chose to stand. Standing was a show of vigor and energy, despite her advancing years, an antidote (where her image was concerned) to the reading glasses she now relied upon for near-range vision. “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re going to get rid of Matt Harmon,” Judy announced, not mincing her words. She was accompanied by Mabel, who carried on like she owned the place.
Note: the following is by Matthew Harmon . I'm posting it on his behalf. [Matt Harmon - Captain’s Quarters, Phoenix]Matthew was up even earlier than normal this morning, it had been difficult to sleep. A lot was at stake at this summit. He sat at his desk drinking his morning glass of orange juice. His quarters were small, especially compared to the fairly luxurious quarters captain’s enjoyed on most vessels. But the small T’Varo class was hardly a usual ship. The Phoenix was well armed for its size and its cloaking device had saved them countless times. The Democratic Front had many sympathisers, spies, and cells across the region, but they held very little territory, mainly holding out in hidden bases in nebulas and rugged planets. The fleet at his command was modest but varied, consisting of everything from a handful of warbird’s that went “missing” from the Republican Navy, a few captured Bird of Prey’s from the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance, to small shuttles and converted merchant vessels. Still, they punched well above their weight preferring fast hit and run surprise attacks. However, if they were to succeed in their long term goals they would need to find ways of expanding this, and chances to do so were rare. But today, they had one such chance. The Nyberrite League had done a lot of good in the region, no doubt. But they were fearful, unwilling to take the fight to the oppressors. Peace and prosperity in the region will only be possible with the defeat of the self proclaimed “Commissioner’s” fiefdom and the liberation of the Caldonian people from the tyrannical Kurjarian Confederation. The decision to...take advantage of the summit called by the Nyberrite’s was a difficult one. Preventing the Kurjarians from attaining weapons of mass destruction was essential, however Matthew knew that Eastman was no more likely to side with the Democratic Front, or “Harmon’s Heroes” as his group was derisively called, than the Front was to side with her. He also knew regardless of the outcome of the summit the Nyberrite’s would be forced to act. So while it was regrettable he had to breach the spirit of the summit, it was necessary. The future of the region could well hinge on the events of today. [Ready Room, A few hours later]Much like his quarters, his ready room was fairly small and doubled as a conference room. His senior and trusted followers had begun to gather on inside, as requested, ready to finally be informed of his plans. The Democratic Front was a fairly decentralized group without a particularly rigid chain of command. Cells tended to operate independently, though Matthew remained the undisputed leader. He had been keeping his plans under wraps, only having confided in a few of his closest advisors. Though he was confident his crew could be trusted, he didn’t want to take any chances of his plans being leaked.
This month's cast: Sven Aune Kova Sh'qaleq Shavan Th'zhaar Matthew Harmon Charlie Fox (Conor Lynch) Ozu Saya Judith Eastman Avi Moz
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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 Nov 1, 2020 16:48:32 GMT
[ Kova Sh'qaleq - Personal Quarters, Phoenix ] The sudden warmth of someone's leg overlapping hers caused the Andorian to stir. Kova's head turned slightly to see a smiling mesh of dark hair and a wrinkled nose. Kova rolled her eyes, frustrated even more so, by the arm branching across her own chest. How was it that people didn't know to just leave when it was over? Kova shifted in the bed, making no efforts to be subtle. She was satisfied by the groan that left the Bajoran's lips as she sat up. Kova looked at the night stand, and then on the floor. She leaned over to grab the bottle of Romulan ale. She swirled it to see that were still a fraction of its contents within. She brought the bottle to her lips and felt the liquid slide smoothly down her throat. Kova then felt a pair of arms drape over her from behind. The Andorian's response was simple. "Leave," Kova said. Somehow, her directive was a surprise. It was always a surprise. "I'm sorry. Did I do something wrong?" asked Pella. They always made this more complicated than it needed to be. First, it had been Harry from the galley. Naturally, anyone named Harry would be over sensitive. And now, Pella. It had been a mistake to sleep with someone she worked with (in the Engine room.) From the way this was all shaking out, she was going to make this awkward. "It was just sex... not a consummation," Kova replied. "Get your clothes... and leave." The Andorian never turned around, but heard the familiar sound of the Bajoran rummaging about the floor retrieving her clothes. At the sound of footfalls moving away from the bed, Kova called out. "And don't be late for your shift.As Kova sat there, she found little solace in the fact that Pella was gone. In fact, they were all gone. One way or another, everyone kept leaving. She reached for the nightstand and opened the drawer. Reaching in, she pulled out a holo-imager. Activating it, she stared at the sight of a young Andorian girl, smiling at her. Kova brought the bottle to her lips once more. There were ways to numb the pain, but nothing ever made it go away.
[Ready Room, Phoenix ] Pink skins always seemed to go looking for a fight, and Harmon was no different. However, the silver lining was that Kova didn't mind this fight. She needed this fight. And somehow, he was one of the few that hadn't left her. Given everything, Harmon had earned Kova's loyalty. These days, it wasn't something that she gave lightly. Of course, he had summoned this band of bandits to his Ready Room, which meant something was afoot. She was certainly ready to find out exactly what. Stepping inside, her eyes immediately scanned the room and then fell upon the man himself. "You're looking surprisingly smug this morning," Kova teased. "I take it this must be pretty big."
Tag: Matthew Harmon , "Harmon's Heroes"
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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 Nov 2, 2020 0:15:26 GMT
[ Ozu Saya - Merchant Vessel Bijeta] Saya brought the Bijeta out of warp ten thousand kilometers off the Determined's starboard and matched their speed. The small vessel was highly maneuverable and wicked fast, both necessary when one dealt in precious gems and information. She also had higher capacity weapons than a ship this size normally did for when speed and maneuverability weren't enough. The Vulcan-Bajoran hybrid turned to shout towards the back of the ship, Oi, Opal! We're here! Front and center. She turned back to the helm, which did triple duty as security and comms, and tapped a few buttons. =B= Knock, knock, Granny. I come bearing goodies, =B= Saya said sassily with a private grin. She did so delight in annoying the 'Commissioner'.
Tag Sven Aune (Opal), Judith Eastman
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Nov 2, 2020 20:18:42 GMT
[Specialist Conor Lynch - Bridge, ISS Determined]There weren't many shadows on the bridge of the Determined, at least, none so big as to completely hide a man, but somehow Conor Lynch never failed to find the cover that he needed. He leaned against an unused chair near the comm station, his face split down the middle by the dark shade cast by a sleek bulkhead which separated the workstation from the rest of the control center. Arms folded against his chest, thumb and forefinger resting beneath his strong chin as he watched, unnoticed, the puppets prepare for the shift ahead in the dim of post-dawn Beta shift. And then, there was light. "Commissioner on deck." Conor Lynch emerged from his in-plain-sight hiding place and announced Judith Eastman. His voice had the scratch of an instrument that had not been used in some time; in need of warming up. It was low, gravelly, but this man did not need to raise it to get what he wanted. A slow, lopsided smile cut across one side of his face at the woman's words. Eyes the brown of an old brandy, suggesting warmth and heat, gave neither. "HaPPy bIRrthDaY t0 MeEe..." He sung in response to the Commissioner's announcement. His moment was ruined by the ill-bred merchant's hail. His nasty smile turned into a nastier scowl. Perhaps now the Aul Wan would let him take care of Ozu Saya and her smart mouth for good.
Tags: Judith Eastman , open to Bridge.
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Sven Aune
Security & Tactical
[TI23]
Posts: 378 Likes: 23
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief of Security. Combat Engineer
Species: Human
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Post by Sven Aune on Nov 2, 2020 20:24:47 GMT
| ISS Determined, Deck 4 -> Bridge|| Chief Enforcer Sven Aune ||Sven walked along the dimly lit corridor, his steps measured and heavy as he was a walking hulk. An ominous clicking noise came from his left hand. A wicked metallic prosthetic that ended with talon like fingers. He clicked them as he walked. On either side of him were two men, each was wearing black uniforms. People in the halls jumped to either side as they passed by, opening up as wide a path as possible. The crew knew not to mess with him. Some have tried, and lost. The man on Sven's left seemed nervous. They turned quickly to the right, but Sven stopped suddenly. The man on his left ended up in front of him. Suddenly Sven brought up his claw, clamped it around the man's neck. The was a sickening wet crunch as the man's neck snapped. His eye boggled then went dim. "That's the last time you will ever fail me Higgens." he said in a low quiet whisper. He lazily tossed the body through the threshold and it slammed against the wall. Sven then proceeded to touch the key pad next to the door with a bloody talon, smearing a small amount over the glass casing. The door shut and magnetic interlocks clunked. The heavier outer door opened to the cold of space and the body was sucked out into the void. Sven turned to the other man. "You're in charge now, Mandella. Don't fuck up. And clean this mess up." he indicated the blood on the panel. Sven turned and headed his way to the turbo lift. The ride was short and the doors slid open revieling the bridge. He stepped through and headed to the security station. The young man immediately left his post. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- | Merchant Vessel Bijeta || Opal Peridot|Opal was listening to the sound of the ships as the hours ticked by. She had already appraised the gems and jewels and there wasn't too much for her to do at the moment. She was relieved with Saya called her to the front and center. She counted Saya as one of her deepest friends, and that was saying something. The Horta was standoffish, a little rude and condescending. But all that was a front. A wall to protect her. She was heavily scarred, battered, and abused and she didn't take to trusting people easily. But Saya had found her, and proven herself to her. And so, as an act of loyalty and friendship Opal joined her crew to help as a lapidary. But she had.... Other talents. "Aye, Ma'am" she responded as her silcon blob like body moved across the floor. It was adorned with Black and White stones along side deep long scars that criss crossed her body. "I don't like Judy, and you're playing a dangerous game here." she advised her friend. "That woman is unhinged."
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Jovireh Velal
Security & Tactical
[TI18]
Posts: 2,609 Likes: 55
Rank: Senior Chief Petty Officer
Position: Chief of Security/Tactical
Species: Betazoid/Romulan
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Post by Jovireh Velal on Nov 2, 2020 22:12:56 GMT
[Phoenix, Medlab - Doctor Paawin Riyo ("Butch")] A chirp from the computer behind him caught his attention, causing him to look up from his experiment for the first time since he started. Was it time already? Oh dear, he'd be late again. That was too bad. He hadn't even gotten to the good part yet... Pulling the cover over the corpse he'd been dissecting - the species of which was no longer determinable - he slid the table back into the cryo chamber and sealed it. Didn't need to be stinking up his workplace with rot, and a little frost burn never hurt anyone. Pulling off his gloves, apron and face shield, he tossed them onto another table and strode out the door, whistling the entire way. [Phoenix, Ready Room] The Bajoran entered just moments after the Andorian, and immediately slid unceremoniously into the nearest empty seat. He seemed not to notice the blood streaks that remained on his neck, clothes and arms. Then again, he certainly didn't care. People didn't call him Butch for his rugged good looks, after all. "What's the word, Boss?" he asked Harmon, drumming his fingers on the table before rubbing his hands together. Restless energy was a sure sign that he'd been interrupted in the middle of exciting research.
Tag "Harmon's Heros"
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Nov 3, 2020 4:57:03 GMT
=B= Knock, knock, Granny. I come bearing goodies, =B= Saya said sassily with a private grin. She did so delight in annoying the 'Commissioner'. [Specialist Conor Lynch - Bridge, ISS Determined]There weren't many shadows on the bridge of the Determined, at least, none so big as to completely hide a man, but somehow Conor Lynch never failed to find the cover that he needed. He leaned against an unused chair near the comm station, his face split down the middle by the dark shade cast by a sleek bulkhead which separated the workstation from the rest of the control center. Arms folded against his chest, thumb and forefinger resting beneath his strong chin as he watched, unnoticed, the puppets prepare for the shift ahead in the dim of post-dawn Beta shift. And then, there was light. "Commissioner on deck." Conor Lynch emerged from his in-plain-sight hiding place and announced Judith Eastman. His voice had the scratch of an instrument that had not been used in some time; in need of warming up. It was low, gravelly, but this man did not need to raise it to get what he wanted. A slow, lopsided smile cut across one side of his face at the woman's words. Eyes the brown of an old brandy, suggesting warmth and heat, gave neither. "HaPPy bIRrthDaY t0 MeEe..." He sung in response to the Commissioner's announcement. His moment was ruined by the ill-bred merchant's hail. His nasty smile turned into a nastier scowl. Perhaps now the Aul Wan would let him take care of Ozu Saya and her smart mouth for good. [Commissioner Judith Eastman & 1st Lt. Mabel Eastman - Bridge, ISS Determined]The Commissioner continued to walk towards the center of the bridge, with the sort of proud, regal stride of an empress. Every movement was deliberate, tuned just so. Mabel, younger and less restrained, was also more vivacious, blowing a little kiss to the crewmember who had announced her adoptive mother's presence. It's not that she was interested in him - he wasn't of the right stature - but she did delight in teasing the crew, all of them her clear inferiors. Having just taken her place, Judy was so bothered by the merchant's hail. Ms. Ozu should consider herself so lucky to be useful. "Let's keep her on hold until she remembers her manners. No acknowledgement," she decreed, in her trademark whisper. Commissioner Eastman was, after all, a product of the old Imperial elite, and as such she believed in courtesy. "We should finish her off," Mabel suggested. "Now, now, one liquidation at a time," Judy put off her adopted daughter, using that very impersonal word for the act of ending a life - an act she had come to appreciate. "Young man, you seem eager. How would you send Matt Harmon to meet his maker?" the Commissioner asked Lynch. She normally liked to cold-call shy, young crewmembers, to test them, but she was in a good mood today.
Tag Charlie Fox , Sven Aune , soft Ozu Saya
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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 Nov 3, 2020 16:58:30 GMT
[ Seamus Flanagan - The Dancing Leprechaun, Front Ear] To those on the outside and the Nyberrite Alliance who had kindly allowed him to keep the bar open, when they took over Front Ear. Seamus Flanagan appeared to be your typical friendly Irish Bar Owner, the life and soul of the party that kept everyone happy, drunk and well fed. However he hid a secret, one born out of necessity and fear, especially since losing his wife Leanna. Of course very few knew that particular detail and he preferred to keep it that way, even more so with the impending talks between the Empire and the Democratic Front. Of course no one expected Seamus to be interested in such matters, even if he had suffered at the hands of Eastman and her band of Scuts. No he was tasked with ensuring that their guests be well catered for, with free drinks and anything that their little hearts desired, courtesy of the Alliance due to the importance of stopping the Kurjarian's and their weapons of destruction. His eyes darkened for a moment at the thought of the Kurjarian's and what they could be capable of, if they weren't stopped. However that was just one concern as he didn't trust the Empire one bit and neither did Leanna as both of them were definitely more sympathetic to Harmon's cause. There had been many an night where they had talked about their demise and for millions to be free from the Empire once and for all. That was something he vowed to ensure happened so Leanna's death wouldn't of been for nothing, for her memory to live on and to be reunited with her in the afterlife. With that in mind and willing to do what he could to help the Democratic Front, he tended bar, waiting for their arrival so contact could be made. Visions of Eastman's death kept him going and knew he would get his revenge or at the very least make sure that she didn't succeed.
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Sven Aune
Security & Tactical
[TI23]
Posts: 378 Likes: 23
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief of Security. Combat Engineer
Species: Human
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Post by Sven Aune on Nov 3, 2020 21:14:10 GMT
=B= Knock, knock, Granny. I come bearing goodies, =B= Saya said sassily with a private grin. She did so delight in annoying the 'Commissioner'. [Specialist Conor Lynch - Bridge, ISS Determined]There weren't many shadows on the bridge of the Determined, at least, none so big as to completely hide a man, but somehow Conor Lynch never failed to find the cover that he needed. He leaned against an unused chair near the comm station, his face split down the middle by the dark shade cast by a sleek bulkhead which separated the workstation from the rest of the control center. Arms folded against his chest, thumb and forefinger resting beneath his strong chin as he watched, unnoticed, the puppets prepare for the shift ahead in the dim of post-dawn Beta shift. And then, there was light. "Commissioner on deck." Conor Lynch emerged from his in-plain-sight hiding place and announced Judith Eastman. His voice had the scratch of an instrument that had not been used in some time; in need of warming up. It was low, gravelly, but this man did not need to raise it to get what he wanted. A slow, lopsided smile cut across one side of his face at the woman's words. Eyes the brown of an old brandy, suggesting warmth and heat, gave neither. "HaPPy bIRrthDaY t0 MeEe..." He sung in response to the Commissioner's announcement. His moment was ruined by the ill-bred merchant's hail. His nasty smile turned into a nastier scowl. Perhaps now the Aul Wan would let him take care of Ozu Saya and her smart mouth for good. [Commissioner Judith Eastman & 1st Lt. Mabel Eastman - Bridge, ISS Determined]The Commissioner continued to walk towards the center of the bridge, with the sort of proud, regal stride of an empress. Every movement was deliberate, tuned just so. Mabel, younger and less restrained, was also more vivacious, blowing a little kiss to the crewmember who had announced her adoptive mother's presence. It's not that she was interested in him - he wasn't of the right stature - but she did delight in teasing the crew, all of them her clear inferiors. Having just taken her place, Judy was so bothered by the merchant's hail. Ms. Ozu should consider herself so lucky to be useful. "Let's keep her on hold until she remembers her manners. No acknowledgement," she decreed, in her trademark whisper. Commissioner Eastman was, after all, a product of the old Imperial elite, and as such she believed in courtesy. "We should finish her off," Mabel suggested. "Now, now, one liquidation at a time," Judy put off her adopted daughter, using that very impersonal word for the act of ending a life - an act she had come to appreciate. "Young man, you seem eager. How would you send Matt Harmon to meet his maker?" the Commissioner asked Lynch. She normally liked to cold-call shy, young crewmembers, to test them, but she was in a good mood today.
Tag Charlie Fox , Sven Aune , soft Ozu Saya | Bridge, ISS Determimed || Chief Enforcer Sven Aune|Mable had winked at the large man, and it was no secret, Sven despised the commissioners aide and shot her a murderous glare. He clicked his metallic claws upon the console. As much as he didn't like the little porkchop, he did agree that they should finisher off. He had already passively targeted the pathetic little trading ship. It's main warp core exposed. All it would take is one quantum torpedo. His claw slid over the console. He could do it. On little press of a button and he would consign that crew to the depths of the void. He could even make it look like it was an accident. Those plebs down in engineering where known to do half assed jobs. Perhaps they overlooked the safeties on the targeting array. Perhaps the launcher itself could have a misfire. He was after all, a combat engineer himself, and he did have prior successes in causing "accidents" to happen. No. Not now. Not yet. His cold gaze shifted to the young crewman. Eastman was putting him on the spot. A little game she liked to play. He would observe. Tags to Judith Eastman
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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 Nov 3, 2020 23:19:43 GMT
| Merchant Vessel Bijeta || Opal Peridot|Opal was listening to the sound of the ships as the hours ticked by. She had already appraised the gems and jewels and there wasn't too much for her to do at the moment. She was relieved with Saya called her to the front and center. She counted Saya as one of her deepest friends, and that was saying something. The Horta was standoffish, a little rude and condescending. But all that was a front. A wall to protect her. She was heavily scarred, battered, and abused and she didn't take to trusting people easily. But Saya had found her, and proven herself to her. And so, as an act of loyalty and friendship Opal joined her crew to help as a lapidary. But she had.... Other talents. "Aye, Ma'am" she responded as her silcon blob like body moved across the floor. It was adorned with Black and White stones along side deep long scars that criss crossed her body. "I don't like Judy, and you're playing a dangerous game here." she advised her friend. "That woman is unhinged." [ Ozu Saya - Bijeta] Saya lifted one shoulder in a shrug at the Horta. She knows it would be a lot harder to get what she wants from someone else. I have the best contacts and the best merchandise.She glared down at her panel when the silence stretched into a long minute and there'd been no reply. Muttering a curse, Saya checked the settings and ensured that the comm signal had been received. Making sure her end was muted, Saya said, I think her bitchiness is ignoring me. Blowing out her lips, she leaned forward and unmuted the comms, saying with saccharine sweetness, =B= Hellooo over there! Maybe our comms aren't working? Permission to dock? =B= Anyone who knew her well - not many - knew that the sugary tone was another side of her usual sarcasm. She'd actually found that some people hated it even more than when she was snarky. It was a delicate and often delightful balance.
Tag Sven Aune, Judith Eastman, softies to the Determined's bridge
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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 Nov 4, 2020 0:17:59 GMT
[2nd Lt Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, ISS Determined]
Shavan sat at the helm as the Determined approached Front Ear station. Idly he ran a hand through his silver hair (dyed to tone down his hybrid appearance, but none here knew that), and looked out over the bridge with an icy glare to match.
When the Commissioner entered and announced that they were getting rid of their rival Harmon, the Andorian pilot felt a measure of satisfaction at the idea. “Excellent.” It’s about time. Truthfully he didn’t know why it had taken this long. He maintained a haughty silence as the merchant ship hailed them and the Commissioner turned her attention to a newer crew member, waiting to see how all this would play out.
soft tags to the Determined bridge
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Charlie Fox
Civilian
FOX NEWS
Posts: 730 Likes: 81
Position: Journalist
Species: A human of some kind
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Post by Charlie Fox on Nov 4, 2020 20:09:13 GMT
[Commissioner Judith Eastman & 1st Lt. Mabel Eastman - Bridge, ISS Determined]The Commissioner continued to walk towards the center of the bridge, with the sort of proud, regal stride of an empress. Every movement was deliberate, tuned just so. Mabel, younger and less restrained, was also more vivacious, blowing a little kiss to the crewmember who had announced her adoptive mother's presence. It's not that she was interested in him - he wasn't of the right stature - but she did delight in teasing the crew, all of them her clear inferiors. Having just taken her place, Judy was so bothered by the merchant's hail. Ms. Ozu should consider herself so lucky to be useful. "Let's keep her on hold until she remembers her manners. No acknowledgement," she decreed, in her trademark whisper. Commissioner Eastman was, after all, a product of the old Imperial elite, and as such she believed in courtesy. "We should finish her off," Mabel suggested. "Now, now, one liquidation at a time," Judy put off her adopted daughter, using that very impersonal word for the act of ending a life - an act she had come to appreciate. "Young man, you seem eager. How would you send Matt Harmon to meet his maker?" the Commissioner asked Lynch. She normally liked to cold-call shy, young crewmembers, to test them, but she was in a good mood today. [Specialist Conor Lynch - Bridge, ISS Determined]"Trick is not to do it too quick, ye know?" He began, eyes giving a precursory scan of the room, taking a mental picture of who was there and listening. Not many were of consequence in his opinion, so he turned his detached stare back toward the Commissioner. "A man with so many enemies likely would have a lot to say."Conor Lynch straightened up and moved away from the chair at comms. From a holster beneath his jacket he pulled his favourite hunting knife. "With the righ' knick in the righ' place, ye can skin a man in such a way as to keep him alive long enough to turn his secrets inside out, and still make a pretty penny from his body's largest organ."He grinned a strange grin. "Waste not."At the sound of the ill-bred merchant's returning voice, he flipped the knife in his hand and stabbed it downward, straight into a console. "If ye'd like a demo, we can use the mouthy one."
Tags: Judith Eastman , and Bridge.
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Judith Eastman
Civilian
Grandma
Posts: 2,593 Likes: 84
Rank: Civilian/other
Position: Civil Servant
Species: Human
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Post by Judith Eastman on Nov 5, 2020 3:27:40 GMT
| Bridge, ISS Determimed || Chief Enforcer Sven Aune|Mable had winked at the large man, and it was no secret, Sven despised the commissioners aide and shot her a murderous glare. He clicked his metallic claws upon the console. As much as he didn't like the little porkchop, he did agree that they should finisher off. He had already passively targeted the pathetic little trading ship. It's main warp core exposed. All it would take is one quantum torpedo. His claw slid over the console. He could do it. On little press of a button and he would consign that crew to the depths of the void. He could even make it look like it was an accident. Those plebs down in engineering where known to do half assed jobs. Perhaps they overlooked the safeties on the targeting array. Perhaps the launcher itself could have a misfire. He was after all, a combat engineer himself, and he did have prior successes in causing "accidents" to happen. No. Not now. Not yet. His cold gaze shifted to the young crewman. Eastman was putting him on the spot. A little game she liked to play. He would observe. Tags to Judith Eastman =B= Hellooo over there! Maybe our comms aren't working? Permission to dock? =B= [2nd Lt Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, ISS Determined] Shavan sat at the helm as the Determined approached Front Ear station. Idly he ran a hand through his silver hair (dyed to tone down his hybrid appearance, but none here knew that), and looked out over the bridge with an icy glare to match. When the Commissioner entered and announced that they were getting rid of their rival Harmon, the Andorian pilot felt a measure of satisfaction at the idea. “Excellent.” It’s about time. Truthfully he didn’t know why it had taken this long. He maintained a haughty silence as the merchant ship hailed them and the Commissioner turned her attention to a newer crew member, waiting to see how all this would play out. soft tags to the Determined bridge [Specialist Conor Lynch - Bridge, ISS Determined]"Trick is not to do it too quick, ye know?" He began, eyes giving a precursory scan of the room, taking a mental picture of who was there and listening. Not many were of consequence in his opinion, so he turned his detached stare back toward the Commissioner. "A man with so many enemies likely would have a lot to say."Conor Lynch straightened up and moved away from the chair at comms. From a holster beneath his jacket he pulled his favourite hunting knife. "With the righ' knick in the righ' place, ye can skin a man in such a way as to keep him alive long enough to turn his secrets inside out, and still make a pretty penny from his body's largest organ."He grinned a strange grin. "Waste not."At the sound of the ill-bred merchant's returning voice, he flipped the knife in his hand and stabbed it downward, straight into a console. "If ye'd like a demo, we can use the mouthy one."
Tags: Judith Eastman , and Bridge. [Commissioner Judith Eastman & 1st Lt. Mabel Eastman - Bridge, ISS Determined]Judy listened rather intently. She certainly appreciated the merit of using enhanced interrogation techniques before finishing off this rather miserable thorn in her side. "Answer Ms. Ozu. Don't cut her up, at least not at this juncture, but let's let her think you might. Perhaps that'll get a proper apology out," she instructed, ice cold and seemingly unfeeling. She continued to cast her eyes around the bridge, looking for targets, but decided not to call out anyone in particular. "We should have to catch Mr. Harmon if we are to... harvest, won't we?" she asked rhetorically, eyeing alternatively Aune and the helmsman. "I don't suppose anyone here would care to suggest an approach?" she asked, this time not rhetorical, almost daring them to do it. On a Nyberrite station like Front Ear, security was bound to be lax. They could plan to snatch Harmon at just about any location, and with any number of methods.
Tag Shavan Th'zhaar , Sven Aune , and Charlie Fox , soft Ozu Saya
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Matthew Harmon
Intelligence
[TI42] Frontier's Most Malcontent Malcontent
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Intelligence Officer
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Post by Matthew Harmon on Nov 5, 2020 13:13:41 GMT
[Matt Harmon - Ready Room, Phoenix]"Maybe I'm just well rested for a change," he joked back at Kova with a smile. The two had built a surprisingly good rapport over time, and he trusted her loyalty completely, though he was careful not to take it for granted. Not long after, Butch arrived, and Matt noticed the blood streaks on his body. As distasteful as it was, Butch was good at his job, and Matt needed all the help he could get. A few moments later Chloe Hudson entered, smiling at Matt and winked at Kova, completing the small group. With the exception of Vitath, the Romulan ex-soldier who was currently on duty on the bridge, these three were his closest circle on the Phoenix. "Thank you all for coming," he said, pausing and taking a deep breath for a moment. "As much as I love this little ship, she's served as well, she isn't going to be enough to really take on the Commissioner's forces. We can't compete with ships like the Determined and if we're ever going to finally and totally defeat her, we're likely to need to fight a real, pitched battle sooner or later," with the little exposition out of the way, he grinned mischievously. "Since we can't beat her in a battle, I figured why not just take her ride? Not only will we gain a bigger ship, but we'll gain a far more powerful ship than any we have in our arsenal," he said, trying to sell the plan, knowing it was incredibly risky, "And more importantly, it'll piss her off and humiliate her," he added. "The shipment of Anesthizine we captured last week, I'm hoping we can use that to incapacitate most of her crew. A lot of them are conscripts, we might even be able to recruit a few. I also have someone slipping us information. She's meeting with them now I think, and will hopefully have some more for us. My spy on Front Ear...or whatever stupid name they gave the station, has given me a few names of people who might be willing to help us out." He was a little excited, eager even, so he slowed down for a moment. "But I want to hear what you all think. I trust you, and you know how much I value your skills and your trust in me. I need your help planning this, and of course pulling it off." It was an earnest plea, and he suspected they'd be sceptical, oppositional even, but hopefully he could convince them.
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Sven Aune
Security & Tactical
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Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Position: Chief of Security. Combat Engineer
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Post by Sven Aune on Nov 5, 2020 19:35:49 GMT
| Merchant Vessel Bijeta || Opal Peridot|Opal was listening to the sound of the ships as the hours ticked by. She had already appraised the gems and jewels and there wasn't too much for her to do at the moment. She was relieved with Saya called her to the front and center. She counted Saya as one of her deepest friends, and that was saying something. The Horta was standoffish, a little rude and condescending. But all that was a front. A wall to protect her. She was heavily scarred, battered, and abused and she didn't take to trusting people easily. But Saya had found her, and proven herself to her. And so, as an act of loyalty and friendship Opal joined her crew to help as a lapidary. But she had.... Other talents. "Aye, Ma'am" she responded as her silcon blob like body moved across the floor. It was adorned with Black and White stones along side deep long scars that criss crossed her body. "I don't like Judy, and you're playing a dangerous game here." she advised her friend. "That woman is unhinged." [ Ozu Saya - Bijeta] Saya lifted one shoulder in a shrug at the Horta. She knows it would be a lot harder to get what she wants from someone else. I have the best contacts and the best merchandise.She glared down at her panel when the silence stretched into a long minute and there'd been no reply. Muttering a curse, Saya checked the settings and ensured that the comm signal had been received. Making sure her end was muted, Saya said, I think her bitchiness is ignoring me. Blowing out her lips, she leaned forward and unmuted the comms, saying with saccharine sweetness, =B= Hellooo over there! Maybe our comms aren't working? Permission to dock? =B= Anyone who knew her well - not many - knew that the sugary tone was another side of her usual sarcasm. She'd actually found that some people hated it even more than when she was snarky. It was a delicate and often delightful balance.
Tag Sven Aune , Judith Eastman , softies to the Determined's bridge | Bijeta || Opal Peridot |Opal's large body quivered. "That's an understatement." she returned with a hint of sarcasm. "She's going to keep us on the line just to remind us who's in charge. I really hope that you have intel that will please her royal highness." She knew that they traded in more than just gems. "This whole summit has me on edge. I wish you wouldn't work with her." The Horta had a true kinship with Saya, and was her closest friend. And the last thing she wanted was to see her hurt, or worse, killed. Tag Ozu Saya| Bridge, ISS Determimed || Chief Enforcer Sven Aune|Mable had winked at the large man, and it was no secret, Sven despised the commissioners aide and shot her a murderous glare. He clicked his metallic claws upon the console. As much as he didn't like the little porkchop, he did agree that they should finisher off. He had already passively targeted the pathetic little trading ship. It's main warp core exposed. All it would take is one quantum torpedo. His claw slid over the console. He could do it. On little press of a button and he would consign that crew to the depths of the void. He could even make it look like it was an accident. Those plebs down in engineering where known to do half assed jobs. Perhaps they overlooked the safeties on the targeting array. Perhaps the launcher itself could have a misfire. He was after all, a combat engineer himself, and he did have prior successes in causing "accidents" to happen. No. Not now. Not yet. His cold gaze shifted to the young crewman. Eastman was putting him on the spot. A little game she liked to play. He would observe. Tags to Judith Eastman =B= Hellooo over there! Maybe our comms aren't working? Permission to dock? =B= [2nd Lt Shavan Th’zhaar - Bridge, ISS Determined] Shavan sat at the helm as the Determined approached Front Ear station. Idly he ran a hand through his silver hair (dyed to tone down his hybrid appearance, but none here knew that), and looked out over the bridge with an icy glare to match. When the Commissioner entered and announced that they were getting rid of their rival Harmon, the Andorian pilot felt a measure of satisfaction at the idea. “Excellent.” It’s about time. Truthfully he didn’t know why it had taken this long. He maintained a haughty silence as the merchant ship hailed them and the Commissioner turned her attention to a newer crew member, waiting to see how all this would play out. soft tags to the Determined bridge [Specialist Conor Lynch - Bridge, ISS Determined]"Trick is not to do it too quick, ye know?" He began, eyes giving a precursory scan of the room, taking a mental picture of who was there and listening. Not many were of consequence in his opinion, so he turned his detached stare back toward the Commissioner. "A man with so many enemies likely would have a lot to say."Conor Lynch straightened up and moved away from the chair at comms. From a holster beneath his jacket he pulled his favourite hunting knife. "With the righ' knick in the righ' place, ye can skin a man in such a way as to keep him alive long enough to turn his secrets inside out, and still make a pretty penny from his body's largest organ."He grinned a strange grin. "Waste not."At the sound of the ill-bred merchant's returning voice, he flipped the knife in his hand and stabbed it downward, straight into a console. "If ye'd like a demo, we can use the mouthy one."
Tags: Judith Eastman , and Bridge. [Commissioner Judith Eastman & 1st Lt. Mabel Eastman - Bridge, ISS Determined]Judy listened rather intently. She certainly appreciated the merit of using enhanced interrogation techniques before finishing off this rather miserable thorn in her side. "Answer Ms. Ozu. Don't cut her up, at least not at this juncture, but let's let her think you might. Perhaps that'll get a proper apology out," she instructed, ice cold and seemingly unfeeling. She continued to cast her eyes around the bridge, looking for targets, but decided not to call out anyone in particular. "We should have to catch Mr. Harmon if we are to... harvest, won't we?" she asked rhetorically, eyeing alternatively Aune and the helmsman. "I don't suppose anyone here would care to suggest an approach?" she asked, this time not rhetorical, almost daring them to do it. On a Nyberrite station like Front Ear, security was bound to be lax. They could plan to snatch Harmon at just about any location, and with any number of methods.
Tag Shavan Th'zhaar , Sven Aune , and Charlie Fox , soft Ozu Saya | ISS Determined || Chief Enforcer Sven Aune |Sven clicked his claw on the counter as Judy issued her little dare. She liked to play games. Sven on the other hand, did not. He took pleasure in completing his work. Not toying around with it. He smiled wickedly. "I think a knife to the back, from across the room, will work just fine." He wasn't going to scheme. Not yet. And he knew that she was pumping him for information. It was better to give her less and let her think less of him. A surprising tactic. The large mane returned his attention to the console before him. He felt a rush of excitement of launching a torpedo at that ship. He wanted to. Oh yes. But he set the notion aside. and patched Saya through. There was a small tone to indicate the line was now open. "Comm is open."Tag Judith Eastman
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