In a far-away place...
Posted on Thu Aug 26th, 2010 @ 2:44am by Lieutenant Lorne Jaxara
1,009 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
Peace, or Something Like It
Location: Rigel V
Maestro sat next to the fire-pit in The Scurvy Den.
It wasn't a Fire-pit, of course. It was a heater, and a collection of biometric scanners, and a holo-projector, which hid the collection of the lot.
His name wasn't really Maestro, either. That was just his chosen name, for himself, within 'the order'.
He carried within his cloak, a collection of unique artifacts. A biometric life-sign alteration device, which reconfigured his life-signs to read Human, rather than Rigelian. He also carried a device which alerted him, via a contact lens, as to whether or not someone was armed, and specifically where the weapon was placed, and lastly, a psionic dispersal field, to defeat telepathic probes, and Fleet Officers.
A patron, who he somewhat recognized walked by his table.
"For whom the watch-bell tolls." The woman said.
"Only the watcher, and the Maestro." Maestro replied, with a nod.
The woman sat down, and pulled, from within her cloak, an info-chip.
"Your receipt, sir." The woman said, handing him the chip.
He nodded, and plugged it into the retinal transmission device.
"The USS Calypso" Maestro muttered, reading the transcript. "Were we not told from our sources that the Damocles was supposed to take this run?"
The woman shook her head. "Updated Intel. Wait for section Beta. Construction schedule fell behind."
Maestro sighed. "What Intel do we have on the Calypso?"
"Section Charlie." The woman said. "Patience. Read the entire file."
Maestro sipped his drink, as he watched the data fly past his right eye.
"Did I just read Class: Galaxy?" Maestro asked.
The woman nodded.
"Kill Ensign Alonzo." Maestro said with a nod. "And find a more reliable Intel source."
The woman simply nodded. She did not directly speak, unless spoken to, or required. It was the nature of her training.
"Your Captain. Has he responded to your coded requests?" Maestro asked.
The woman nodded. "The Cardassian vessel fired upon them. They were not prepared for weapons of our new caliber. I believe he has used the Cardassians firing upon his vessel as a guise for the Starfleet vessel entering the system. Several of the Pirate Captains are unimpressed."
Maestro nodded. "And the Psionic control nodes?"
"They are functioning properly." The woman said with a nod. "Science Officer Sadek notes that the device has a minor deficit. In it's current configuration, it targets the underground tunnels appropriately, however it has little-to-no effect on the surface, where the nodes are."
"That could be a serious issue." Maestro noted.
"Unlikely. The surface is nearly uninhabitable." The woman noted.
"Tell your Captain I am pleased with his efforts. And yours." Maestro nodded.
The woman smiled, and nodded. "It is this one's job to serve, sir."
"That's a good little slave girl. Now off you go, I'm expecting dinner shortly." Maestro noted.
The woman nodded. "Sir."
Maestro sighed, as he sat patiently awaiting his dinner. He was annoyed.
A Galaxy Class ship was not a contingency the order had planned for. He would have to talk with his scientific advisors.
The waitress brought him his food. He nodded, and left him his traditional modest tip. She smiled, and walked away.
Another person sat down at his table. "I've got a composing problem, Maestro. Think you can lend a hand?"
Maestro raised his eyebrows. "Perhaps."
"A Cardassian.. we will call them Freighter... in my employ was destroyed earlier, by a vessel in yours." The man said.
Maestro nodded. "Puddle pirates should know better, than to meddle in the fairs of the Order of the Dragon."
The man laughed. "Your order, and it's collection of ex-Talshiar operatives, Orion slave drivers, and perverted Scientists do not scare me. Neither do you."
Maestro nodded, and pointed underneath the table. Carefully held by his foot, no longer in his shoe, he had a specialized disruptor, which would resemble a beam-out, upon firing.
"You have 30 seconds, before your song comes to an end." Maestro said. "You can insult me, and my plans all you like. The order does not take criticism. Starfleet still doesn't know we exist, while your operation can't make it past the border patrols anymore."
The man looked at the disruptor, and shook his head.
"What do you want?" The man asked.
"You work for me now. Your entire organization. You will supply my assistant with any Intel you know, and she will issue you mission details. I warn you now, yes, she is an Orion. No, she will not hesitate to kill you, if you so much as think about hitting on her." Maestro nodded. "Or you can keep your puddle-pirate corporation working, and we will just 'anonymously supply' Starfleet with high-level Intel on your operation that we have collected over the past few years." Maestro noted.
"Dirty son of a-" The man said.
That was all he got out, as he was apparently 'beamed out' of the Bar.
"Didn't he like the food?" The waitress asked.
"Pressing appointment. We only get so much time in this lifetime. Make the best of it." Maestro said with a nod.
The waitress nodded, and smiled. "Well, I'm sure he'll be back."
"Don't count on it." Maestro muttered, as he watched her walk away.
He continued eating his steak, and a worried look crossed his face, as he, again, thought about the consequences of having a much larger vessel present than originally anticipated.
The Orion woman approached him, once he finished his meal. "Your orders?" She asked.
"Contact our friends in the Klingon Empire. Let's see if we can make this a little hotter for Starfleet. They are causing enough diplomatic rifts lately, that more than a few high-ranking families have taken offence to Starfleet, at large." Maestro said silently, in Orion.
The woman nodded. "Anything else?"
Maestro nodded. "Let your Captain know that he should expect some assistance."
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Maestro
Mysterious man of Mystery
Rigel V
Majestic
Mysterious Orion woman
Rigel V
Captain Alfred Windsor((Now diseased))
Director, "Rigelian Ore Incorporated"
Rigel V
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