Sisnil disembarked from the shuttle on which he’d arrived in the shuttle bay of a Starfleet vessel - a place he’d never, ever assumed he’d find himself. At least, not as a free man. You see, Sisnil was what one might call a pirate - a freighter of the less-than-legal variety. He exited the shuttle bay, escorted by two security officers. Was that really necessary? He supposed it was. Starfleet was known to be overly cautious and his affiliations made him less than trustworthy.

Sisnil was a runner and computer specialist for the Orion Syndicate. One of the best, as luck would have it. And that was what had landed him here. To add to the irony, he’d come here from the Academy campus. That was a track he never expected. It was, he supposed, his consequence for getting caught. Better than the one the Syndicate would dish out, at any rate, when they discovered where he was. He looked at a map on a PaDD, the Captain’s ready room was on another deck on the other side of the ship. How tiresome. Why must these vessels be so large?

Six months ago, Sisnil was just another Orion runner - not just that, but Captain of his own vessel, alongside his twin brother, Noril Zoi. Noril didn’t know what had happened to him yet… probably assumed he’d been imprisoned. Maybe he could get word out… but it would have to wait. For now, he had to focus on solidifying this deal. Proving the Fleet could trust him so he could earn some level of freedom.

See, he was free in the sense that he was not in a Federation prison in some remote corner of space, but he was not actually free. There were strict contingencies to his contract. He was to cease relations with criminal organizations. He was to pledge allegiance to the Federation and Starfleet. To lend his skills to those whom he hated the most. He wasn’t exactly intended to remain clean, though… no, Starfleet had other plans in mind for him. To utilise him as non-Fleet intelligence. To use his contacts and skills for what the Fleet considered “Good”.

Six months ago was when all went wrong in one fell swoop. Sisnil separated from his brother, his crew, and his ship. His criminal career over under threat of a death sentence. Like any good Captain would be, he was glad the rest of his crew had gotten away scot free. He’d never turn on them. Never.

The Syndicate had hired him to steal a file off Starfleet’s’ mainframe. A firewall weakness was identified in the Academy’s system, and that was his in. So, off to the Academy Sisnil, Noril, and his crew went. The Academy could be a wonderful place to pick up jobs - after all, not every Cadet had clean hands. It all came down to which ones got caught. And Sisnil’s ship had a clean registration. No reason for Fleet law enforcement to stop a simple freighter from picking up supplies to take out to various colonies, after all.

Upon arrival Sisnil got right to work. The Syndicate had supplied him false identification to gain access to the campus. ‘Cadet Asephai’, said the badge. A Betazoid student from the homeworld, Betazed. He had no trouble gaining entry, he had the natural confidence that no one second guessed him. He barely had to show the ID at all. He chose a spot, turned his PaDD on, and got to work. The tip was good, the breach really existed, and gaining entry from there was easy. He just needed time to let the files copy over before anyone suspected anything…

~ Zoi