Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) in side - sim: The Water Vapor in the Cloud (TAG Kiernan)

Posted by Captain Sara Kiernan (Commanding Officer) in side - sim: The Water Vapor in the Cloud (TAG Kiernan)

Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) in side - sim: The Water Vapor in the Cloud (TAG Kiernan)
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“I don’t like it chief. It’s crazy.” Ridad muttered.

Bethany shrugged. “Doesn’t matter if you like it. That’s the way it is. Stick to your story. You know it, it fits you.” Ridad scowled. Gadi was the intel expert. She had lived and breathed this stuff for years, why was he going and she had to stay? He ran his hand through his hair, but it wasn’t there anymore. “I’m not going to get used to that.” The Trill man was sans hair and everyone could see where the solid line of spots began at the top of his head and stretched down his neck and disappeared.

“Pretend you like rubbing your bald head for luck. Used to do that to my uncles. You give yourself your own luck.” Bethany reached into a drawer after unlocking it and then tossed him a bag. “I know the old geezer spooks gave you 20 slips, but there’s a few more and some high grade natural gems. It will get you far. But don’t flaunt it. And here.” She passed him a silver and leather braided bracelet. “See here where the three pieces of leather braid all meet at green? Rotate that link and it will activate a transponder.” She gave him a hard stare. “You know the mission, you help, you do your part. But don’t forget Piklesimer and Calloway, they are in this for Blue and the mission. They will chose that over anyone else. If you think it’s gone to hell and it won’t matter what you do, you get out. Help you can IF you can. Otherwise save your own hide.” Then she waved him out of her office.

15 minutes later Beth, red hair braided, ice blue contacts hiding her black eyes, took up a spot at the air lock. She had on a black leather skirt, black knee-high boots with surprises from the cuffs to soles, a shirt that showed too much skin and old battle scars and her faded black, mandarin collar, leather jacket over it. Her hips teased with the tilted utility belt and guns that only the best would recognize the origin.

From here she could watch who went in and off the ship, who was curious, and who was more than curious.

Beth

Sight-seekers were definitely on the rise. It wasn’t often that a former Star Fleet vessel came in… and no one could remember the last time a newer one had. There were the regular ship enthusiasts, of course… but a few were paying much closer attention. Gadi could even see a few mouths say ‘Asimov’ to a companion.

GM

Beth watched, making mental note of those that here paying very close attention. Facial description, mannerisms, clothing, where they went. She hoped those that Elaine and her…thing…sent out were aware people would know this was the Asimov and to not try and deny it or be coy. It would get them killed. The red-headed chief shrugged. It wasn’t her problem; that had been made abundantly clear.

It was the ones that were paying poorly concealed intense attention that she payed the most attention to. They were looking for information to sell or had been sent by someone shrewd enough to not approach themselves. She called back to the ship side of the airlock and another guard came forward to replace her and one in the corridor took his place. Bethany moved off from the airlock to make a perimeter check of the area outside the airlock access. She waited to see if anyone would attempt to approach in her absence or be bold enough to try and approach her directly.

Beth

And someone was. That ‘someone’ was a Betazoid woman in a long dress that somehow seemed to not pick up a speck of the dirt on the deck that she almost glided across towards Gadi. “Madame” she called as she approached with a grin. “A moment of your time, if I may. I was hoping to speak to your Captain. I have a business proposition for them that I will guarantee they will be interested in.”

GM

Beth paused and turned, looking bored, and gave the woman a long once over. Her thoughts reflected an alertness and wariness expected of someone in Beth’s position, but nothing more. She nodded, “I can pass a message. Can’t guarantee the captain will listen. Who might you be and how might my captain contact you if they are so inclined to listen? Or are you just going to tell me, you’ll be around when that happens?” It wasn’t Beth’s job to decide what jobs they took or didn’t. Her job was to be the muscle and the captain paid well for it. Sometimes that meant passing on such messages. That was how jobs were attained at times after all.

Beth

The woman smiled and she said “You are most welcome to pass along the message. My name is Sidriana Jalk. I know what ship this is. And I know how much heat follows it. I wish to buy the ship and replace it with one that will allow your captain and their mutineers to pursue the life they have chosen without all the… ‘negative repercussions’… associated with a ship such as this one.”

GM

Beth nodded, “I’ll make sure to relay the message, Ms? Jalk. How show I tell the Captain to contact or meet with you? Does the offer have an expiration?”

Beth

The woman looked at Bethany for a moment and then said “It does. So tell your Captain now. I’ll wait right here.”

GM

Bath nodded, “It will be a few minutes.” She made her way back towards the airlock and sent Leverett out to finish the walk and told the other two to keep an eye on the woman. Once on the ship side of the airlock she stepped to the side and activated her comm. =[O]=Beth to Kiernan. You need to come to the airlock. We have…a business offer.=[C]=

Beth

=/\=I’ll be there in a few minutes.=/\= Sara responded.

True to her word, Sara appeared about four minutes later. Wearing the leather jacket which had become her style, tight black jeans, and wearing one of the stolen pistols in a holster that hung by her mid thigh. She exited the ship and walked over to Bethany and the other person, so far a stranger to her. “Who’s this?” She asked with an immediately brusque tone.

-CO

When Kiernan appeared Bethy fell into step behind her and followed her out of the airlock. Stepping onto the station she waved in the direction of the woman. “Captain, she has introduced herself as Sidriana Jalk. She wished to buy the Rabid Pelican and replace it.” Beth remained a step to the side and behind. She kept all her senses alert.

Beth

The woman smiled and said “Indeed, Captain. And I appreciate you hearing me out. Would you care to discuss business here, or perhaps some place less conspicuous? There is a decent bar right over there.” and she pointed to a doorway that had a glowing orange sign above it that said “Lipz”.

GM

“It’s up to you, answer doesn’t change by venue.” Sara responded, resting her hand gently on the pistol at her side. “It’s my ship. Pretty sure I made that clear when I acquired it.” She stared daggers through the woman in front of her, making very clear that the Captain and the Ship were inseparable.

-CO

The woman shrugged and said “As you wish.” and she moved over to a stack of crates and sat lightly down on top of one. “You did, yes. And quite succinctly, too. But the question before you is one of… ‘degrees’. Was it simply that ship you wanted? Or was it the freedom that the ship represented you wanted? Because I am not suiggesting you give up the center chair. No no… far from it. I am suggesting that you trade up.” She smiled at Sara and then said “All of Star Fleet is looking for that ship, Captain. And they will continue to look for it until they either get it back… or destroy it. That is a lot of heat for someone new to being on the run. Heat you don’t need if you are your crew are just starting out. So I am offering you a way to step away from that heat, and cool off.” She reached into a fold on her dress and pulled out a PaDD and held it out to Sara.

Sara followed her over and sat down on a different crate.

On it was the ownership documentation for a Nova-class starship, previously ordered by Star Fleet but sold at auction two years prior.

“You give me your ship, I give you this one… and ten big bars of latinum to take care of any incidentals you and your crew may want or need.” she said.

GM

“Why do you want a ship with that much heat on it? What do you get?” Sara looked over the details of the Nova class ship. “You’re offering to pay us to launder our image. Make that make sense.”

-CO