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==[ORIGINS] USS HOOD: No Rest for The Wicked== | |||
===by Brian V. Mansur=== | |||
SD: 2260.349 | |||
MD: 2.1535 | |||
Scene: Passenger Lounge, Orion Yacht | |||
Corbett sat in one of the plush thrones that were used as cabin seating and quietly sipped on a very large tumbler of tequila. It had been a tense few minutes when he brought Alia into the passenger lounging compartment. After much evasion of kicks and punches thrown his way he was able to broker a tentative peace between ARr'Rhiana and Alia. Well at least they weren’t calling each other names or trying to see who had the better martial art skills. | |||
Sean for his part was brooding. Corbett wasn’t sure if it was because of Lieutenant Saxman, or he had some other deep trouble making its way to the surface. He wasn’t one to pry, especially with the skeletons he had in his own closet. He would let his friend simmer for awhile since Sean seemed like he wanted to be left alone. | |||
“Can I get you anything?” The sweet raspy voice whispered into his ear. | |||
Turning his head toward the voice he was kissed by a kneeling Alia. | |||
“That depends darling, what is it you had in mind?” He asked after the kiss broke. | |||
Alia bent her head and whispered in his ear. | |||
“I see.” Corbett said. “I think I can accommodate you.” | |||
The two made their way to the sleeping compartment of the ship as ARr'Rhiana lifted an eyebrow and Sean let a wry smile cross his lips. | |||
After they had closed the door to the master suite Corbett made his way to the computer terminal and hit the relay button. In a second the very rotund countenance of Fat Mickey filled the screen. | |||
“You’ve got a problem Stile.” Mickey wheezed as he stuffed a pastry into his mouth. | |||
“What sort of a problem Mickey?” Corbett asked pushing his hat to the back of his head. | |||
“It seems you’ve attracted the attention of the Am-Tal.?” | |||
“Two questions Mickey.” Corbett whispered his voice quivering with anger. “Why would the Andorian security force be interested in us and how would they even know we are out here.” | |||
“Very good questions Stile, it seems Markin was one of their agents; however, why they are interested in you stems from our little transaction.” | |||
“How could you not know that an Andorian spy was your bodyguard?” | |||
“Oh to be sure I knew he was with the Am-Tal. It’s been bad blood with them since the Babel Conference. However, what’s the Earth saying, keep your friends close but your enemy’s closer.” | |||
“You knew and you did nothing to protect our deal. That’s bad business.” Corbett said coolly. | |||
“Quite the contrary my dear doctor, I am protecting our deal. That’s why we are talking and besides I have a plan to divert attention away from you.” | |||
“I’m listening Mickey, but you better make this good.” | |||
“Yes well as I said they seemed very interested in why you needed a covert shuttle to Arcturus, so much so that they have put in place an agent to track you. Markin was kind enough to tell me that though the exact reason why is still a mystery.” | |||
Kind enough to tell him, Corbett thought, which meant that Markin was more than likely a cloud of vapor by now. “So what’s your plan to divert them?” | |||
“Captain Grag has informed me that there is an asteroid refueling station a parsec from where you are now. I have instructed him to hand you off to another ship coincidently on its way to Arcturus; this will all be done covertly of course. The ship will take you directly to Arcturus unobserved.” | |||
“What kind of a ship?” Corbett asked. | |||
“An Orion trade ship. The people of Arcturus are always eager to trade for our goods.” Fat Mickey said smiling. | |||
Great a slave ship Corbett thought. However, he knew he had little choice. “Fine, but if we are delayed in any way I’m coming back for you.” | |||
“You should be on Arcturus within the next 12 hours.” | |||
“Alright Mickey I’ll play it your way.” Corbett said standing. | |||
“I thought you might.” Fat Mickey replied as he closed the link. | |||
“You don’t seriously trust him, do you?” Alia asked. | |||
“Not as far as I can throw him.” Corbett said. “However, he knows a bad business deal would certainly hurt his credibility as a being that shall we say makes things happen.” | |||
“It would certainly mar his reputation and that’s something no Orion Trader wants.” Alia said sitting down on the edge of the bed. “So what do you want to do until we get to the refueling station?” | |||
“I’m sure we can think of something.” He said as he hit the light switch. | |||
<NRPG> I suspect we will all meet up in my next post. | |||
Respectfully Submitted | |||
Steve Apple | |||
Stile Corbett, MD | |||
CMO, USS HOOD, NCC-1703 | |||
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