Posted by Commander Mwezi (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - When the Rubber Meets the Road… In Space

Posted by Lieutenant Eulailia Dacascos (Chief Operations Officer) in Main Sim - When the Rubber Meets the Road… In Space

Posted by Commander Mwezi (Executive Officer) in Main Sim - When the Rubber Meets the Road… In Space
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For the better part of three days, FedSec Agent Pikelsimer and Star Fleet Intelligence Agent ‘Blue’ were locked in Pikelsimer’s quarters creating cover ID’s for the crew going aboard the luxury yacht Epsilon Delta… much to the chagrin of Pikelsimer’s wife who was, despite her best efforts, locked out the vast majority of working hours. But it was long enough for them to construct ID’s that would pass enough to get the abduction team aboard… and hopefully off again.

Pikelsimer called a meeting and distributed the cover ID’s. “Read ‘em. Learn ‘em. Know ‘em.” he said sternly. “We’ll start headin’ for their next port-of-call tomorrow morning. It’ll take five days to get there. You have that much time to make those identities your identities. And remember… these are good enough, but they aren’t fool-proof. If you make someone too curious about ya and they dig… you’re done. And on that ship, done equals dead. And there ain’t a damn thing we can do to stop it without blowing all of us. Good luck… and don’t f%<k it up.”

The next morning, the Rabid Pelican went to warp and began their five day trek… to the independent station known as ‘The Cloud’.

OOC: Your cover identities are your own to make up. Framework is simple. Rich, connected, probably criminal but not known in those circles in person. Keep it simple and easy… and have fun!

GM

Mwezi studied his identity with an interested glance, smiling slightly to himself. Well, well, well. A second cover atop the false story he already had? Fun.

“Volk” was a Laleri from a quiet town who’d never been smart enough to get into space with the GOA’s space academy. So he made his own way into space. He did a lot of boxing in his youth, then worked his way into the business of bodyguarding for the rich. And even though he wasn’t the sharpest pencil in the box, he was very strong. And knew how to shut up. So, he got hired by whoever Dacascos’s cover identity was.

It was a cover that would make sense to get him onto the target vessel.

Mwezi, XO

Laila’s new identity was Jabril Trevante socialite and heiress to Tre’ology Café Industries, privately owned coffee bean company that supplied coffee products to various coffee shops. Jabril’s parents had hired Volk as her bodyguard and to accompany her on the luxury ship. He was in charge of keeping her safe.” Her identity was easy enough for her to master but she couldn’t the words that Pikelsimer said out of her head, ”....these are good enough, but they aren’t fool-proof. If you make someone too curious about ya and they dig… you’re done.” Her hand began to shake a little. She looked at Mwezi as she let a nervous laugh escape her mouth then said, “So Volk are you ready to do this?”

Dacascos, COO

“Certainly, Miss Trevante,” ‘Volk’ replied with a patient nod. He’d changed into an outfit befitting of a bodyguard - all black armored clothing with sunglasses.

He placed his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. “You will be fine, Miss Trevante. I am here to keep you safe, and I do my job!”

Volk, Bodyguard

Miranda studied the info packet in front of her, grumbling. “McTavish? Just because I’m a freaking redhead? Also I guess I have to go see Doctor Grey to get altered. Again.” IT wouldn’t be hard to change her appearance to fit the role. It was just annoying. “Family trades outside of Federation territory obviously, though with some overlap in District Six.”

Kendra McTavish was the heir-apparent to the Eridion Technology Conglomerate was a smaller business. According to the various data nets available, ETC specialized in after-market tactical gear upgrades, especially optics and concealment systems. See what you need to hit and keep the weapon from prying eyes. In recent times they were expanding with customized weapons platforms in the small arms sector, but branching out into heavy weapons and much bigger combined arms weapons. Starship level toys. The rumor mill was they’d been sniffing around isolitic weaponry.

Kendra was out to put her ear to the ground, looking for opportunities, and if possible, where they could scrounge up some morally-dubious engineers that would be willing to help the company out. For fair compensation, of course.

“It’s not Shot Show, but I suppose there’s always buyers and sellers to rub elbows with and investors to butter up.” This she muttered to herself.

“What kind of backstop or operational support can we expect? Say if they decide to call home or the corporate office and have a chat with someone?”

Martel/McTavish