Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Jan 17, 2021 6:42:00 GMT
[ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Casino, Front Ear Station ]Of course, Bremmer was hearing everything Jovelah was saying. And she had to try and look like no such thing was being brought to her attention, while she had that repulsive rotund little troll to deal with. And it would seem that he had taken her expression of surprise to be an invitation to get in closer. Clearly, the Universal Translator, which he well might not have been tied to, hadn't picked up on her native tongue. And when he leaned against the bar, it was actually rather comical given that he was so short that what could have looked halfway suave on someone a minimum of six or eight inches taller. But there was little funny about it. Up closer, she could see the black stains in his collar, and smell the sour stench of clothing that needed laundry, personal hygiene that had been neglected, and cheap booze. Yet there he was, acting like he was some deity's gift to women everywhere. Yet, there he was, trying to seduce her of all things. And while Eliska Bremmer wasn't entirely partial to a single gender, or even looks, when it came to her partners, that one thoroughly disgusted her. But, when he offered her a drink, anything she would like, she smiled sweetly. "How kind," she replied before turning her attention to the bartender, and the highest shelf behind the bar. "I'll have the Kasparian vodka, if you please."Oh, she had chosen carefully all right. And while it was not exactly her first choice, she had to get something neutral enough that would not get too much attention, but that drink was indeed on her bucket list. Apparently the local potato analogues, and the process used to turn them into liquor, yielded the most amazing results... Some day she would like to get herself a full bottle, but as it was, she knew that a single drink of it would cost a pretty penny. As in, the kind of price that she'd seen commanded by the rarest whiskeys, according to her fellow trainees. And, the barman, may he be blessed, knew precisely what she was doing and was more than happy to indeed pour her what she wanted. But at least, she did not simply hammer the drink back, she sipped it, albeit faster than would be civilized, and by the time she set the drink down, she had heard the calls that the plan had changed, and to be ready to be briefed on the updated mission parameters. And now that the smooth, slightly sweet, warm perfection was settling in her stomach, Eliska set down her glass and rose before looking down at the little troll who'd reckoned he had a chance with her. "Not happening, sorry," she said as she walked away. And before long, she had found her way to the briefing room where more information, a cut-down Klingon disruptor pistol and some brass knuckles, and some desperately needed calories, were waiting for her, and not long after that she, Jovelah and another pair of Security types in mufti were at the designated bay, waiting for the fellow with the tight pants.
Tag Thomas Jett Jovireh Velal Judith Eastman Matthew Harmon
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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 Jan 17, 2021 13:39:20 GMT
[Mark S. Blankenship - Front Ear - Casino]The bartender put his usual shot down in front of him, and the man turned to face the bar, leaning forward to sip at the alcohol before picking up the glass. In some awkward sort of coordination, he lifted the glass from the counter, lips never leaving the rim, and slowly leaned back to pour the liquid down his throat. Once the glass was drained, he set it back on the bar, smacked his lips with a loudly satisfied sigh, and turned back to the woman. Who was gone. A dumbstruck look settled on his face as he pivoted slowly around, searching the nearby patrons for any sign of her. "Whereshego?" He slurred to no one in particular. The bartender chuckled in amusement. "Better luck next time, Mark." [PO3 Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Private Docking Bay 2]The following two hours had been exceptionally busy for everyone involved, gathering supplies and going over the new plan. There was still a lot of unknowns about what lay ahead for the team, but at least they were as prepared as they could possibly be. Jov had thankfully had time to replicate a couple more outfits, since there was no telling exactly how long they'd be gone for. The only thing she hadn't had time for was to do something with her natural hair, so she was stuck wearing the wig for the duration of the mission. All things considered though, it was a minor inconvenience she could live with. She approached the designated meeting point wearing a black tank top beneath a black leather jacket, and a different pair of black leather pants that were not nearly as form-fitting, but were still flattering, and allowed for a greater range of motion. She had also switched heels to a pair of silver-studded black boots, which were less severe on her feet and much easier to balance in. A canvas bag slung over her shoulder contained a few more articles of clothing, cosmetic palettes, and the food that Captain Eastman wouldn't let her leave the conference room without. Her gaze took in the small 'crew' that had been assembled, and she gave a small nod, pleased that none of them looked particularly Starfleet, each fitting the cover in their own way. "All set?" she asked, glancing around for any sign of Jett. He better not be late... This was his idea, after all.
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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 Jan 19, 2021 17:28:47 GMT
[Private Docking Bay 2] Tom arrived only a minute or two early. He wanted to see the team and study them before his arrival. He felt he was walking into a trap, but he did not know whom and their motive. He had little choice unless he would lose the item he was running for. Tom walked into the docking bay. He arrived with his regular outfit, which was leather pants. His tight black shirt and a leather vest. He also had a small bag that contained his change of clothes, which had a tux for the dinner and auction. He had his side pistol, which he would surrender to the security of the ship. Jett walked casually and said “All set” . He had a smile and looked at his contact leather pants. “Nice Pants” . He looked at he did not make it subtle that he was admiring her rear. He had to play his part in letting her think that she was seducing him. He smiled and explained. Almost on queue, a ship appeared to be docking. It was a decent size ship. It was a civilian model and the closest thing that could remind Jett that it would be a small cruise ship. It was meant to be a passenger ship with some comfort. On the side of the ship, you could see the words S.S. Arkham “There’s our ride. This baby will take users away from Federation space, and that’s when the fun comes in. A place where the Federation Laws are not abiding. Once we settle in, I will explain everything” Tom told his “partner.” He walked up to a person that came out and said, “Free Market Criminal Syndicate?” Tom nodded as he looked at everyone. Indicating is their moment to board the ship. “Room 15,” The individual said. Tom nodded as he boarded the ship. As soon as he approached, the individual extended his hands. He took his famous Pulse Pistol and placed it in his hand. “You don’t want to know what would happen if there is a scratch on that pistol” As he finished, he wanted to get into the room to do the introductions and explanation. Eliska Bremmer Jovireh Velal
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Jan 19, 2021 18:48:03 GMT
[ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Private Docking Bay 2 ]"As ready as we're going to be," Bremmer replied when Jovireh asked if they were all set. Two more warm bodies in civilian clothes, with whatever weapons could be scrounged from the contraband piles, everyone expecting to be heading off into real trouble, and knowing they'd be out dangling into the cold with no timely backup if things went sideways. And 'things going sideways', unfortunately, was one of those things that seemed to happen quite a bit around this posting... Though when Jett arrived, Eliska found herself less than impressed with him; the man wasn't even trying to hide the fact he was checking out Velal; granted, the human herself didn't mind being looked at, but being leered at was another story altogether! And to think that she and the rest of their detail barely got a cursory glance could mean something very good, or very bad. Or just that they were expected just to supply the numbers required to make Jett look credible, which could really hamper their mission. Once boarding was indicated, Bremmer and the others followed Jett... only to come across what was clearly a security checkpoint, and when their quarry relieved himself of his own weapon, the Human looked to her boss. Were they to disarm as well? Just their modern weapons and hope their less technologically-advanced tools would get through, or just hand everything right over? However, if one of those people were going to get handsy while frisking her, they were going to regret it!
Tag Thomas Jett Jovireh Velal Judith Eastman Matthew Harmon
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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 Jan 20, 2021 9:10:10 GMT
[PO3 Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Private Docking Bay 2]Jett approached the bay not long after Bremmer had answered her question. The outfit he had changed into was certainly more accurate with the pictures in his files that Harmon had given her. And he once again complimented her pants. The man really did have a thing for leather, didn't he? Jov could feel his eyes on her, but pretended not to notice. Either he was a lot more interested in her than she had been anticipating... or he was playing along. She really didn't want to know what it would mean for her and her team if he was just playing along. The ship arrived, and Jett gave a brief explanation before approaching to board. Fighting back her nerves, she calmly followed after him. The thought of being outside Federation space was rather unsettling, though she wasn't thrilled about leaving the safety of the station regardless of where they were going. She hoped the others understood that their safety came before all else, and if something happened out there... she'd have their back when they returned. After all, she was the only one with any rank to speak of, they were her team. Her stomach clenched as she fully realized for the first time that she was actually in charge of other people. What had she gotten herself into? The man they followed turned his pistol over to the guard without question, and Jov knew it would be suspicious if they tried to pretend they weren't armed at all. So she stopped as well, reaching beneath her jacket to slide the small disruptor from its concealed holster at the small of her back, and handed it over in the same fashion. Hopefully the others would get the hint... Relinquish the firearm, and only the firearm. If they ended up getting searched, she'd handle it from there.
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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 Jan 22, 2021 20:00:04 GMT
[Private Docking Bay 2]
Tom observed as they wanted by security and going through a scanner of beam weapons. As Tom did not have any of them and surrendered, he passed by quietly. He observed as the rest of the team passed by the first security check as they were escorted to Suite 15.
[Suite 15]
Tom entered into the main room that appeared to be luxurious. It was well decorated, and in the middle of the table, there was a fresh fruit plate. Tom observed as their suite had 4 rooms for them to sleep in. Inside the room, each one of them had their own bathroom. The decoration was grey and very modern, and minimalistic as the main room had several chairs for them to sit in.
As soon as he came into the room, Tom pulled out a Starfleet Tricorder and began scanning. “We should check the area for both traps and bugs first” . As he moved, he heard his tricorder Beeb as something was hiding in the fruit basket. Tom slowly moved the fruit as he observed a dart. “Someone was not happy with whoever had Room 15 earlier….poison dart.
As he continued his scanning, Tom thought it was a good time to introduce himself to the rest of the team. “The name’s Jett. Thomas Jett. Nice to meet you all.” . This would be a nice time to do the introduction.
“I’m the one that asks you all to be in a death trap. As soon as they leave, we will be departing Federation Space. As long as we are in Federation Space, we are mostly safe. Once we depart it, we will move to the second stage, which is a dinner”. He said as he continued.
Tom then turned more serious “The purpose of this mission is to be at the auction and get a particular item. The auction items would be announced at the dinner. They tend to be tight lip about the items that would be in the auction. I only know about one of them. The items are rank by rarity and illegality. So a Tier F item would be like Romulan Ale, which even Starfleet sometimes don’t care about it. It ranges all the way to Tier S, which would be game-changing. Our Competitors are everything ranging from legitimate governments, dictators, syndicates, and some people don’t like it when you are bidding or taking an item they want. So keep sharp”. Tom did not know who was going to be there. He hopes no one would care about his items.
“I’ll take one room; you guys can split the other three however you want. Any questions?” He asked as it appeared to be clear on his end.
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Jan 24, 2021 16:52:45 GMT
[ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Private Docking Bay 2 ]Jovireh was the one whose lead they would follow, and when the Petty Officer surrendered the disruptor she'd selected as a sidearm, Eliska knew what she was supposed to do, and when it was her turn to come through the checkpoint, she reached for the holster on her thigh and pulled out the cut-down Klingon disruptor and handed it over to the guard, before stepping in. And, as it turned out, the solid mass of tungsten that was sitting in the bottom of her jacket pocket came through undetected. Well, that was at least something. But for now, there was little the Crewman could do as her colleagues came up behind her and followed Velal, until such a time as they were told about the plan and their accommodations. Well, that was hardly her place to say a damn thing about it, so she just let herself taken along for the ride.
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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 Jan 25, 2021 4:54:09 GMT
[PO3 Jovireh Velal - Front Ear - Private Docking Bay 2]They all made it past the scanners, which likely was only set to detect power cells rather than metal. That was helpful. With only a single glance behind her to make sure the others were following, she adjusted the bag on her shoulder and followed Jett and their escort to their assigned suite. [Suite 15] Entering the large set of minimally decorated rooms, Jov glanced around curiously, dropping her bag on the nearest chair before turning to Jett as he began to speak. Raising an eyebrow at the sight of the Starfleet-issue tricorder, she vaguely wondered if it was a memento from his days as a war hero, but that was definitely not something she could ask about. "I'm Eve, they're part of my crew." Jov responded simply to the introduction. She'd leave it up to the others if they wanted to share their cover names or not. "Any... requests... you have of them, come through me." Hopefully by minimizing the direct contact the Crewmen had with their 'client', the lower the risk would be of them blowing their cover. The number of bedrooms bothered her a little, as she didn't feel right claiming one for herself and leaving the others to decide who had to share... but she knew no real mercenary captain would voluntarily share a bedroom with one of their subordinates. She said nothing about the poison dart he found, but was unsurprised by it. For all their pretenses of security, they seemed to only care about guests killing each other with weapons that would draw attention. Listening intently as he told them about the auction, she took a seat in a chair and crossed one knee over the other. "Do we get to know what this item is that we're all risking our lives for?" She asked coolly, careful not to sound too interested or eager.
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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 Feb 5, 2021 19:15:24 GMT
[Suite 15]
Jett listed to Eve talk as she wanted all instructions about her people to go through her. Tom would not object to her request under normal circumstances, however, in this scenario he might have an issue. Jett remained seated on the couch as he gave a half-smile. “Ok, Eve I understand they are your people and you want everything to go through you. I can do that unless there is an emergency. Other than that. I don’t have an issue keeping you up in the loop.” .
When she asked about the item. Tom thought to himself that she was good. However, if she was an agent or she was going to kill him the only thing that is keeping him alive is the lack of knowledge of the item. He wanted to at least say the item but then once the item list comes out he would be in the same predicament.
“Hmmm….I’ll worry about the item. Your job is to keep me alive and yourself alive. Without both of us, we cannot access the money. Just word of the wise when we reach the dinner there will be a lot of characters there. Some of the respectable and other shady and underground.” . Tom said.
He then handed a PADD and gave it to Eve. “The dinner is a black-tie affair. So I will be wearing the Tux. For now, I suggest all of us get rest and get ready for dinner.”
With that statement, Tom stood from his sitting position and headed to his room.
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Feb 6, 2021 4:45:00 GMT
[ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Potentially in a world of hurt ]With the crew of the ship sending them towards their accommodations, the division was pretty obvious. Jovvy, as the boss, was getting her own, and the other two rooms, well, it was pretty obvious: the other two crewmen who were coming along were men. And while as a rule Eliska was not overly burdened by nudity taboos or body shyness, well, there were limits to just how liberal she was willing to get. Especially when they were out behind enemy lines, so to speak; last thing she would need would be the locals thinking that she was promiscuous based on bunking arrangements. So, she wound up getting her own cabin... if the glorified broom closets they were assigned were to be granted that particular kindness. So before long she had what little baggage she'd taken with her, including something that might pass for formalwear in a crunch, stashed, and she came back out with the others to wait for instructions from Jovireh, or, she should force herself to remember, Eve. Knowing that soon they would be out of Starfleet's official jurisdiction, and likely without any kind of support unless the Old Lady was to dispatch a ship to shadow them, the situation was decidedly not calculated to do her blood pressure any favours!
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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 Feb 7, 2021 7:39:12 GMT
[PO3 Jovireh Velal - Arkham - Suite 15]Jett did seem willing to work together, rather than insisting on being the one completely in charge of this venture. For that she was grateful. He didn't share what item he was looking for, but she figured they'd find out when he made his bid. Accepting the PADD he handed her, she glanced over it with mild interest, nodding briefly in understanding. "We'll be ready." she assured him, then waited for him to disappear into his room before she stood and turned to the Crewmen that had accompanied her. "Katrin, you'll join me and Mr. Jett at the dinner. Keep your eye out for anyone who seems to be paying particular attention us, and who else is bidding on the same item he is." Her gaze turned to the men, who so far had been content to keep their mouths shut. "You two gentlemen will wait outside the auction. Try not to draw attention to yourselves, just be nearby in case anything happens." Of course she had additional instructions for all of them, but she would sending those to their personal PADDs when she retired to her room. The less Jett could overheard, the more successful they would likely be. "Now you heard the man, get some rest while you can. Remember - the most important thing here is for all five of us to make it back to the station alive." No unnecessary risks trying to be a hero. None of them had the training for that, and they didn't really know exactly the types of people they'd be dealing with here. Grabbing her bag off the chair, she made her way into the room closest to Jett's, with an indication for Bremmer to take the room on her other side. The two men would be closest to the door. It wasn't much, but every little gesture she could make to ensure their protection helped ease the nervousness at least a little bit more. Hopefully this assigment wouldn't last long...
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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 Feb 24, 2021 17:39:16 GMT
[Suite 15 – Jett’s Room] Jett went to his room and clasped his hand together. He appeared to be sure and confident that everything would work, but the reality was different. He grabs from his pocket a familiar picture of Anna, his missing wife. He smiled at it and merely said to himself , “You always said I was an idiot.” As he finished, he gently placed the picture back in his pocket. Tom expected that if they were really a black market group to be surprised to the item he was bidding. If they were Starfleet, they would be confused. [Time Skip] Tom felt the warp engine's small hum to stop and the small feeling he had when they dropped out of the warp. He figured that they were out of Federation Space, and it was time to start the event. Truthfully he would be curious about the people at the auction. He expected his usual criminals, but the government and other institutions are always more interesting. He went to his mirror and looked at his Tux as he wore it a second time for this mission. “Time to start this show” [Luxurious Dining Hall – Table 15] It was not surprising that they were assigned to the same table number as their room. Tom looked around and observed different organizations. He looked around at different organizations to see if one would be the type that would compete against his items. It appeared he was the first to arrive. Tom walked to his table and was about to get on his seat when he heard. “I can’t believe my eyes…it’s Thomas Jett,” the stranger said. Tom closed his eyes as he prayed that it was the person that he was not expecting. “Please be not be Orion…anyone but Orion” Tom said as he turned around. Tom turned around and gave a fake smile . “Ahh Orion, it’s nice to see you here” “Ahh…of course. It seems like they let anyone here these days.” Orion said with a smile. The man was a brunette person with fine clothes. He appeared out of touch in the room as he appeared more aristocratic than his counterparts. “Let me guess…Item 24601” Tom said with a soft voice. “Of course…you actually thought you found this item with your puny resources. Ahhh, Tom, there is no point in winning if your opponent is not there to taste the ashes of defeat.” The man took a sip of his drink and began laughing slightly. “You should see your face…you actually thought you got this close by yourself. Tom, you think you are the smartest guy in the room, and sometimes I wonder if you are the dumbest. As I told you…whatever you want to have, it will belong to me.” “It does not belong to either one of us,” [/color] Tom said. He gave the man a look as he realized he was played up to this moment. “Good Luck, Tom…you are going to need it,” Orion said with a smug smile as he walked away. The man continued walking as Jett scanned his drink with a tricorder for poison. It appeared to be no known poison. Jett confidently drank it as he figured Orion would want him to win the Auction. The man scanned the room and observed several groups of people. One group, in particular, drew his attention. “Shit” He said softly as his attention went directly to the Padd. He observed the PADD and began comparing names with Starfleet Databases. The results were not good in the Room there was a Dictator Sir Rasputin. His real name is largely unknown, and he took power democratically. Once he went to power, he targeted the minorities in his group and engaged in a “Cleansing War.” He took all individuals unfit and placed them on a planet. Tom looked at other tables, and the results were also not great. There was also the Meltac Alliance leader, a rough criminal syndicate union that for years has tried to come up with plans to destroy Federation Colonies for mining operations. Last but not least in the major individual was the leader of the Serafin Religion. They are engaged in trying to convert people into religion forcibly. Reminded Tom of the Spanish Inquisition of ancient earth. “Why so many heavy hitters?” Tom said to himself as something appeared to be off. “Please…everyone, take your seats. Welcome to the Auction. The list of the items is on your table. However, you are all on a treat today. We have a Class S Item which we have not had the opportunity to sell in over ten years. This could change the balance of power in the region. The items are Ton Modified Quantum Torpedoes leftover from the Dominion War. They have been modified with a planet killer and solar system destruction. Apparently, it is true the Federation can make a weapon of mass destruction.” As he heard the statement, Tom's face turned pale. He was shocked at the item. He remembers that they were rumors of mass destruction weapons developed when the war was turning against the Federation as a last resort. Still, he never knew that prototypes actually existed. “Ohh boy” He said to himself.
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Eliska Bremmer
Security & Tactical
[TI14]
Posts: 358 Likes: 7
Rank: Petty Officer 3rd Class
Position: Security
Species: Human
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Post by Eliska Bremmer on Feb 25, 2021 22:24:13 GMT
[ Cwm Eliska Bremmer - Definitely walking into a world of trouble ]Fed, watered, rested, and dressed to look like she belonged as personal security at a high-class event (though one said to be attended by a number of unsavoury characters), Eliska found her way to Jett's cabin and at his left shoulder when he made his way into the dining hall with the man. And, despite being just a mere Crewman, she did know many of the faces at play there. How the hell had that ship been allowed into Federation space, let alone to dock with a Starbase, when she was packed to the rafters with a who's who of people wanted for crimes ranging from gun running and drug smuggling by local authorities to some wanted by the Federation Council for various sorts of atrocities, and just about everything in between. Organized crime, warlords, butchers and scumbags of so many varieties... And, while she did draw some glances that spoke volumes as to their intent, Eliska did not let them affect her. She was supposed to be a meat shield for Jett, and she damn well knew she could do it in this environment. And besides, the more she was being underestimated, the better it would be for her in the end. Though, while she'd been relieved of modern weapons when boarding the ship, Bremmer's eyes were scanning the other members of security detachments, whether from the guests or the ship itself, seeking out who might be carrying one. After all, in this crowd, it wouldn't be surprising if some had bribed their guns past security, and if there were weapons around, she wanted to know where they were, and who was in control of them... so she might relieve their owners of that burden if required. But, that hardly meant she was not paying attention to the overall situation, and before long what had really been the nature of their mission was revealed. Weapons of mass destruction. She hadn't even known those existed, and when her eyes went over the PADD that showed the item, there was no mistaking the Starfleet markings on the casings even if she was no ordnance technician... and she couldn't help the particularly vile curse that quietly escaped her lips in her native language.
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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 Feb 26, 2021 0:46:44 GMT
[PO3 Jovireh Velal - Arkham - Auction] OutfitJovireh was far more comfortable wearing the slick pants than the leathers, and was grateful the event called for fancier dress. Her red top worked well with the wig she was stuck wearing, and had somehow managed to style it slightly differently. She had sent Eliska ahead with Jett so she could give a couple last minute instructions to the other Crewmen that had joined them. For their part, they weren't dressed as high end as the rest of them, as their cover was that they weren't allowed in the auction but were required to remain close by their employer. Their main job was to listen, and remember any pertinent information they might overhear from passersby and Arkham employees. Joining the table shortly before the auction started, she took her seat on Jett's other side, her gaze sweeping around the room. He hadn't been exaggerating the level of dangerous people that were present. She could only hope that no one else was set on the same item that Jett was here for. When the man began his speech, she shifted her focus, her face paling at the mention of Starfleet weapons of mass destruction. She understood making them during the war... How could they have let them fall into anyone else's hands? They had to know who won the bid on those. Her jaw clenched as she took a breath, praying that wasn't what Jett was there for. It would make arresting him and regaining possession of the weapons that much easier though...
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