Posted by Noril Zoi (Captain) in (Intro / Open) Looking for a job

Posted by Vashkilu (Infiltrator) in (Intro / Open) Looking for a job

Posted by Oneshe Uukemel (The Muscle) in (Intro / Open) Looking for a job
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Oneshe had been sniffing around the outpost, literally and metaphorically, looking for his next gig. His last employer had shorted him about 3 bars of latinum, and their subsequent ‘disagreement’ meant he was also without a ride.

He was keeping his ears perked and eyes peeled for his next opportunity. This time hoping to score something more long term. To say there were ‘rumors’ of pirates around the area was an understatement. It seemed only a matter of time before he bumped in a crew with a few vacancies.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Luckily this outpost wasn’t Star Fleet run. It was independent. It was respectable, but it had an iffy seedy side too. It was a couple months past her birthday. Not that it was a big deal. She had been an adult by Orion standards for a few years. No one had remembered, but honestly she’d forgotten too. Loosing Sisnil, their deal gone side ways, getting hurt, avoiding the Korda, who had time to celebrate?

So she was walking the merchant district. She was going to buy herself something indulgent. She never spent her earnings, so she had a bit she could indulge in and not touch her savings. Of course she only had so much time before the fact she was Orion drew trouble.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Noril turned up beside her. Both brothers could sneak around, but Sisnil was better at the direct approach. Noril was the slippery one. “Looking for a birthday gift?” He asked. Her Orion side made it easy for him to read her, even if her Deltan side made it more difficult than other Orions. “I’m truly sorry it was forgotten, Vash. The timing of my brother’s loss was… ill timed.”

~ N, Captain

Oneshe could sense Vashkilu’s presence as she got nearer. The signature scent of a young Orion woman, though it didn’t have the same effect on him as it did other species. He eventually came up not far off from the pair, catching the tale end of their conversation. His ears perking up to focus in on what they were saying.

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vash felt him coming, but it was still surprising how quickly he appeared. She shrugged, “I’m not worried about it. It’s just another day.” She shook her head and set a hand on his arm. “Any time would be ill timed. We’ll get him back though.” With the contact Vash was able to communicate with Noril telepathically, We’re being watched. She smiled and laughed lightly. “I have a little saved up, after my dues. I’ve already bought for the kitchen, so I thought I might indulge a bit.”

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Oh, extra funds it seemed? Exactly what Oneshe wanted to hear. He approached them openly, arms stretched in a welcoming gesture as if he had already known them,

“Greetings! And how are you two on this fine day, hmm? Isn’t this place you fascinating, nowhere else in this system can you find such a collection of, em…” he leaned in slightly and whispered, “Well, frankly, mostly useless trinkets. Pretty for certain, but not really quiet worth what they are charging.”

| Uukemel, The Muscle|

Vashkilu took a step back and behind Noril, dropping her gaze. As far as the Syndicate was concerned she belonged to Sisnil, and in his absence to Noril. This man was an unknown, and given their recent encounter, she deferred to playing the part. He felt jovial enough, but he was seeking something. She could tell that, but it would take Noril’s telepathy to determine if he was benign or not.

Vashkilu, Infiltrator

Noril was immediately assessing him as a threat, both sizing him up visually and sensing his thoughts and emotions actively. Noril was a strong telepath with training. Little escaped him. He had an arm partially in front of Vash as I’d to protect her as she stepped behind him. “Perhaps not worth what they charge, but their value is in their sentiment. Memories are important.” Noril said.

~ N, Captain

As the dynamic between the two became clear, he shift attention to Noril. The fact he was a Betazoid was of no concern to him. Mentally, he was focused on building rapport, laying the groundwork for a sales pitch for his services.

“Memories, sentiments, they have value, certainly. Then I suppose what you intend to acquire should have some relevance to what accomplishment you wish to remember. For example,”

He displayed his lower arm, and pointed to a bronze brace clamped around it. It had a simple pattern engraved into it as well as a phrase written in Ekarian, which translated to:

‘For I am Both Strength and Will’.

“I purchased this, and engraved it myself, after I won a contest of strength on Lanceron IV. It is in the style of the hunting bands worn by pre-contact Ekar. Only the strongest of my people earned such bands.”

He stood tall while speaking about it, pointing up his ears and puffing out his spines. It didn’t take a telepath to detect the amount of pride he had in his physical abilities. Undoubtedly he was strong for an Ekarian. Though at 119 cm it was hard to determine if he was merely strong for his size or truly exceptional. One would have to see it in action.

| Uukemel|