Brass Tacks (Part 1)

Posted on Mon Mar 16th, 2015 @ 6:42am by Lieutenant Mira Jayna & Lieutenant Rembrandt 'Remy' Batiste & Lieutenant JG Teenah Spartacus & Jethro Vance & Logan

999 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Deadly Diplomacy
Location: VIP Quarters

ON

Jayna had spent the past two days doing research. A LOT of research. There were far too many oddities on the Calypso and far too few questions.

At least now she had a few more answers -- and a lot more questions. But she knew someone who could help. But, just to make sure all her bases were covered, she invited Ensign Spartacus, Lieutenant LeBeau and Logan to join her in the VIP quarters.

The clicking of her heels often proceed Spartacus as she walked towards the VIP quarters. Her heritages were both in check, her uniform was pressed as is proper; the silk felt soft on her skin. While the colors and design were regulation Spartacus did take liberty with the material and Silk was not forbidden and having a Seamstress on call helped her keep the 'genuine' material fit to her. Small diamond ear rings and matching Tennis Bracelet were her only adornments to the Skirted Uniform, she did insist upon her feminine side having some say in the matter. As counselor she could wear 'Orion Native' attire but that would be too pleasing to the males so she opted for a Skirted uniform with black tights and the Leather boots dyed to regulation standards.

"I hope I am not early?" Spartacus mused. "My manners must be slipping if I am first to arrive?"

Remy walked in, his large caitian assistant Logan walking behind him. The capuchin Spoke sat comfortably on the muscular cats shoulders, his eyes darting around as if looking for something to ear or someone to annoy.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Remy said confidently as he sat down in a chair and looked around the room firmly.

When the others arrived, she led them to Mr. Vance's quarters and rang the door chime.

"Enter." Jethro called from within. He was placed in a relaxed posture seated on an armchair in the room perusing a PADD. Various reports from old contacts within the branch. He may have retired but he was not dead and would often consult on cases. He had also reached out to some of his old friends for help with his daughter's murder. If Morat was looking to settle and old score he had to find whose feathers she was rustling.

Jayna led the group into the room. "Hello, Mr. Vance. I've read up on your past and I have a few questions."

"You won't be the first or the last. Please have a seat. Can I get you a drink?" he asked moving over to his replicator setting the PADD down on a table, securing it before he did.

"Sure. Does that thing produced a decent wine?" Jayna asked, sitting down on the nearest chair. While Vance got her drink, she looked around the room.

"No idea, let's find out." he said ordering a glass of earth's finest vintage. He raised the glass to Jayna before swinging his head back chugging the liquid.

"Ahhhh." he said licking his lips studying the glass. "Yup. That'll do." he ordered another glass for Jayna placing it in front of her taking the seat across from her. "So, you have questions. I may have answers, but of course you must appreciate some of my life is classified."

Jayna took a moment to pick up the glass, swirl the liquid around, examine the color, take a sniff of the bouquet, then take a sip before setting it down and looking at Vance. "Not bad." She watched Vance for several moments. "I've seen enough." She tossed her hair behind her shoulders before continuing. "Why, when on a ship that clearly has access to classified information, do you insist on playing coy?"

"You haven't asked any questions yet. How do you know I am playing coy?" Jethro replied taking a sip from his beverage.

Jayna just laughed. "Your daughter is supposedly dead, but based on her record she would never get caught like that and now you are here, Admiral Hunter is here and Stryfe is nearby. So, why aren't you working with us to solve this?"

"Because I was never asked to step in. If you'd like I would be willing to help you find Captain Stryfe. He has long been a thorn in Starfleet Intelligence's side. It was a mistake to recruit him to begin with." Jethro countered.

Remy looked over to Jethro, a brow raised as he tapped on the table impatiently.

Jayna raised an eyebrow. "I was under the impression Hunter asked you to help." She paused for a moment before continuing. "Wolfe is there with one of the science officers. We believe one of Stryfe's crew framed him for the murder of the delegates. The problem at hand is to catch the murderer without divulging Wolfe's cover."

"Use the science officer. She may be able to gain the trust of Stryfe's crew. Of course she'll have to show them a sign of loyalty of course." Jethro responded.

"She contacted us," Jayna replied. "So we can reach her. What sort of trust will they need?"

"A sign that she has truly moved on from Starfleet. Whatever Stryfe's cause is, your officer will have to prove her conviction to it." Jethro leaned forward locking eyes with Jayna. "Through whatever means necessary."

"Has anyone ever thought that..." Spartacus had been sitting with her mind tracing the actions and words, reading the ambiant emotions but more so the body language. "Slave Girls have a way to blend and not be so readily associated with the Federation types?" She suggested. "Slave Girls are a sign of having some power; hanging off someone's arm is only a cover, we make very good spies you know, no one notices the Slave Girl anymore than the color of paint on the wall if played right?"

(To be continued...)

Lieutenant JG Mira Jayna
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer

Lieutenant Rembrandt "Remy" Batiste
Chief Intelligence Officer

Logan
Assistant Chief Intelligence Officer

Jethro Vance
Father of Alexandra

Ensign Teenah Spartacus
Counselor

 

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