Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) in Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Federation Security Agent) in Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud

Posted by Gamemaster Alias Smith N. Jones, Esq. (Gamemaster) in Side Sim - Calloway and Pikelsimer, Head in The Cloud

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The fixer’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Someone is coming for me and my business? Now that information could have a trade value. But I need to know who you want to know about first.

Micah looked at Him for a moment and then said “We need to who trades in weapons; and we need to know who here trades in biological material.” The fixer looked at Boyd and said “Arms dealers and slavers?” He looked confused for a moment and then looked at Elaine. A slow realization began to spread over his face and he swallowed noticeably hard. “Guns and slaves… thats Syndicate business. But I thought the Orions didn’t want to operate this far away from their space?”

Boyd

Elaine shrugged. “Oh, that’s what people think, for sure,” she said with an air of amusement. She of course knew better. Boyd might pay for that little addition later, but she was fine going with it. “The reality is is that the Syndicate does what the Syndicate does and it does’t care to be… constrained in any way.”

She leaned back, gazing at the broker rather intently. “Tell you what, I’m a reasonable person and it would rather sad, tragic even, to leave you to your own devices, given how things are about to go down without our help. So, you give me a legit name and I’ll tell you who is about to make your life a living hell. Aside form us of course,” she said, flashing him a wide grin that could only be described as dangerous.

~Elaine

Bump

He thought for a long moment and then said “Fine. But take that out of my ribs, alright?”

GM

Micah, er… ‘Boyd’… shrugged and slid the pistol into it’s holster. “Ok. Let’s hear it, my friend.”

Boyd

The fixer leaned in and said “Fedren Malcona. Bajoran. Lives above his shop on Level six, green zone. He owes me a freighter full of latinum from a while ago, but he knows I can’t collect for… reasons. He is a gun runner and broker. He has a solid selection and dedicated clientele. If you want it, he has it. If you need it modified, he can do it. You need guns, thats who you go to . He also likes to dabble in the drug trade… which he isn’t supposed to do because of a deal he struck with Gren Kodda. Kodda runs the Cloud branch of the Black Suns. They handle the drug trade here, no one else. Malcona and Kodda hate one another, but they have a kind of ‘peace based on mutually assured destruction’ thing going. If someone were to come in and upset that balance and have the means to capitalize on the vacuum that would be left… they’d be the richest group here overnight.”

GM

That was surprisingly useful information. The fixer didn’t know that they weren’t going to be here long enough to be able to capitalize on anything, but it was still good intel. She also had been studying him intently and knew he wasn’t making it up. So much the better… for him.

Folding her arms on the table and leaning in, Elaine gave a slow nod, as if it was at least mildly interesting. “And I suppose one good turn deserves another. Your last client was playing you. Either the deal wasn’t genuine, or it was but they have other motives. They connected with someone after they left- I caught it out of the corner of my eye- and they don’t look too friendly. But either way, I’d be on guard.”

~Elaine