A far away ship...

Posted on Wed Sep 1st, 2010 @ 12:54pm by Lieutenant Lorne Jaxara

535 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Peace, or Something Like It
Location: A far away ship...

Maestro sat in the office on his vessel.

It flew under many different classifications. The Federation referred to it as a freighter, while others had referred to it as anything from a personnel transport through an armed pirate marauder.

To him, it was simply his office.

"What reports do you have on the issue?" He asked, addressing the comm-panel.

"Data reports indicate that it isn't safe to directly communicate with the primary vessel. The freelancer vessels are likely stirring up trouble." The Orion woman from the Pub's voice noted. "And we have collected a new intelligence source."

Maestro's eyebrows went up. "Someone competent, I hope. Someone we won't have to kill, or bribe with excess amounts of latinum."

"Nothing so expensive. The man was easily bribed." The female voice said. "He has become recently married over the past few months. Suspicions have not been raised."

"That is fortunate." Maestro said. "Was it just a wife, that got him?"

The woman's tone of voice changed slightly. "Actually, we encountered him, when he attempted to rescue a woman he had met from an arboretum, from an Orion slaver. We had nothing to do with his marriage. We just killed the slaver in question, and his predecessor."

"My kind of payment. Anything that costs no latinum, and keeps our more delicate field ops in shape is very good for business. We aren't expecting any blow-back on that, are we?" M aestro asked.

"No. Why Starfleet permits high-ranking Admirals to go on remote camping trips on Rigel IV, I do not understand." The woman's voice noted. "He was found, with no sign of foul play, and the bottom of a landslide."

"Inventive. How'd that one get pulled off?" Maestro asked.

"The Admiral was stunned, tucked into his sleeping bag, near the edge of the cliff. and several key structural rocks were forcibly moved, by hand, with no tools. Thus, there is no direct evidence of foul play, and the Admiral appears to have been the victim of a force of nature." The woman's voice noted.

"Tradek is getting cunning in his older age." Maestro noted.

"For a Romulan, 67 is hardly old." The woman's voice noted. "At any rate, I suspect you will find nothing at all wrong with our new Intel source. There aren't too many missions he won't be privy to."

Maestro smiled. "You have piqued my interest. However, I suspect that it would be unwise for us to broadcast this information, where the rest of the crew may be able to listen in on. I will wait for your Intelligence reports."

"Wise. I have not yet had time to check this line for tapped audio streams." The woman noted.

"At any rate, I am going to rest. Your services will not be needed for the remainder of the day. You may do with it what you wish."

"Yes sir." The woman's voice noted, and then the audio sound of the comm-line closing was heard.

Maestro sat in silence, in the dark room, smiling. Finally. Something was going right.

 

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