Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) in Main Sim: Step One Done… Step Three is Profit! (Tag All)

Posted by Captain Sara Kiernan (Commanding Officer) in Main Sim: Step One Done… Step Three is Profit! (Tag All)

Posted by Commander Shara Calloway (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Main Sim: Step One Done… Step Three is Profit! (Tag All)
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It had been a day travelling at Warp 8 to get the Pelican and her crew to a place they could lay low for a bit. The asteroid field they were currently in was home to thousands of individual space rocks, a few hundred of which were large enough for the Rabid Pelican to actually land on and stay hidden.

Once they were safely tucked away, it was time to discuss their last ‘outing’ and then sort out their take. To this end, Agent Blue had requested the Command Team and all participants of the freighter theft to meet in the cargo bay after everything was secured and all non-essential systems were either set to stand by or taken off-line entirely.

GM

Sara took her place early, before most arrived. She looked somewhat somber, the reports of events as they had transpired on the ship beginning to trickle her way.

Bethany arrived early along with Ridad and the rest of the team that has gone. She and Ridad had talked and she had a full sitrep from him. There were questions.

But one Jr Lt Samuel Patton couldn’t keep quiet any longer. “He shot him! Point blank. He wasn’t armed. We are supposed to LOOK like pirates, not be them!”

Gadi and crew

Silent movement behind them drew Shara to the group. “Wrong. We’re supposed to be exactly as we need to be to convince everyone we mean business. You were warned that this would get ugly. We did exactly as we needed to- no more, no less,” Calloway said, her steely blue eyes gazing hard at Patton. “You don’t have to like it, but that is our reality. This is bigger than anything you can wrap your mind around. You’re going to have to trust us.”

~Shara Calloway, CIO

“She’s right.” Sara cut in. She wasn’t looking at anyone in the room, just staring at the center of the table. “It may be distasteful to our starfleet sensibilities but if we don’t act the part, in every way. We will blow the hole thing. Your objections are noted Patton, but they cannot be afforded right now.”

-CO

A voice came down from the top of a stack of crates. “Lieutenant JG, you are free to discuss the matter with him if you like.” Agent Blue said as the door slid open and Pikelsimer walked in. “However before you judge him, make sure you have all the facts.” Pikelsimer looked up at Blue and said “You talkin’ ‘bout me?” and he looked at the assembled crew. “He is, ain’t he?” and he shook his head and grabbed a seat on a crate.

“Alright…” Blue began, “…objections aside the operation went well. So now we have in our possession several locked crates belonging to the Star Fleet Marines. ‘What could be in them?’ I hear you all say in your minds, so I will answer that question with an answer. Kilo-Echo-Tango-Seven-Niner-Seven-Eight-Four. That is the combination to the locks, so… open them up and take a look.”

Once the crates had been opened, it was obvious what they had done…

Powered armor, sniper rifles, phaser rifles, grenades, mortars, three Tetryon Pulse Launchers, and more handheld phasers and demolitions kits than you could count easily. And there was a lot of everything. Crate after crate of munitions and armaments were now set on the floor of the cargo bay… more than enough to start a small war. “This is our ticket into the Syndicate. This is our calling card. By now, word has reached them. They know the shipment was taken. And they know it wasn’t one of their folks that did it. So make sure you are paying attention. Anything out of the norm and you let the Command team know immediately. Got it?”

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“Are we looking for them to buy the goods or just take interest in us because we have them?” Sara asked.

-CO