Post by Deleted on Mar 28, 2016 19:14:00 GMT -8
Even amongst the holy, sinners still dwelt.
Deep within the quiet recesses of Starfleet’s shining new base, the shadows whispered and plotted. They were cautious, of course, of their moral protector's ever watchful eye. They could not risk Starfleet catching wind of their plans. It was too soon—the stage too fragile. But not forever.
“Do you understand what it is that I am saying?” A deep, gritty voice asked in a hush. His face remained hidden beneath a hood, and his features cloaked in darkness. “The procedure is very delicate. If you do not—“
“Yes, yes,” his companion answered . “I understand. Where is it?”
The hooded man hesitated and eyed his overeager friend. He questioned the decision to choose this man as the delivery system. His motives were biased and his stability was suspect. Though he valued his own life above this delivery boy, he knew the benefits of this mission succeeding.
Still, orders were orders, and his task was clear. After another visual sweep of the surrounding area, the hooded man pulled out a small container that fit into the palm of his hand. Within was a glowing liquid that swirled with the movement of his hand.
“The container was designed to shield its contents from most forms of sensor technology, but it must remain sealed until you are ready. One slip up, and Starfleet will be bearing down on you in moments.”
“I understand!” the companion insisted stretching his hand in impatience. The hooded man sighed and placed handed off the liquid.
The companion brought it up to eye level. “I expected it to be larger.”
“There is no need for a larger quantity.”
The companion shrugged. “When will he arrive?”
“My contact tells me to expect him tomorrow.”
“What to do until then?”
The hooded figure eyed the man and turned away. “That is your business.”
“Wait,” the companion called out as the hooded man started to walk off. “You know my reasons for this, but what do you get out of it?”
The hooded man paused and looked back. “That is my business.” Without further explanation, he walked off and disappeared into the darkness.
One Day Later…
The sound of a glass shattering brought shivers down Kye’s spine. Again?! That was the fifth glass in two days. All from the same person.
“Talia,” Kye let slip from his lips. His newest hire and most recent regret. She had shown such promise in her interview, but the more he saw of her work, the more Kye realized she wasn’t much more than a pretty face and a happy smile. By weeks end, he would have to make up his mind about whether to keep her or not.
And it was not looking favorable.
“I’m sorry!” Talia exclaimed to the patrons, and then to the neighboring patrons, and then to Kye. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!
“Well, don’t just stand there,” Kye waved her off, attempting to keep a cool tone. “Get a broom.”
“Oh, yes! Of course." She bumped into another patron as she backed up. "I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
As Talia disappeared into the back, Kye met Skaarg’s scowling gaze. A more than clear “I told you so.” There was no denying that he had a personal weakness for a pretty face. Maybe he’d have to let Skaarg do the interviews from now on. He’d save the pretty faces for less professional ends.
Tag: @marak , Any
Deep within the quiet recesses of Starfleet’s shining new base, the shadows whispered and plotted. They were cautious, of course, of their moral protector's ever watchful eye. They could not risk Starfleet catching wind of their plans. It was too soon—the stage too fragile. But not forever.
“Do you understand what it is that I am saying?” A deep, gritty voice asked in a hush. His face remained hidden beneath a hood, and his features cloaked in darkness. “The procedure is very delicate. If you do not—“
“Yes, yes,” his companion answered . “I understand. Where is it?”
The hooded man hesitated and eyed his overeager friend. He questioned the decision to choose this man as the delivery system. His motives were biased and his stability was suspect. Though he valued his own life above this delivery boy, he knew the benefits of this mission succeeding.
Still, orders were orders, and his task was clear. After another visual sweep of the surrounding area, the hooded man pulled out a small container that fit into the palm of his hand. Within was a glowing liquid that swirled with the movement of his hand.
“The container was designed to shield its contents from most forms of sensor technology, but it must remain sealed until you are ready. One slip up, and Starfleet will be bearing down on you in moments.”
“I understand!” the companion insisted stretching his hand in impatience. The hooded man sighed and placed handed off the liquid.
The companion brought it up to eye level. “I expected it to be larger.”
“There is no need for a larger quantity.”
The companion shrugged. “When will he arrive?”
“My contact tells me to expect him tomorrow.”
“What to do until then?”
The hooded figure eyed the man and turned away. “That is your business.”
“Wait,” the companion called out as the hooded man started to walk off. “You know my reasons for this, but what do you get out of it?”
The hooded man paused and looked back. “That is my business.” Without further explanation, he walked off and disappeared into the darkness.
One Day Later…
The sound of a glass shattering brought shivers down Kye’s spine. Again?! That was the fifth glass in two days. All from the same person.
“Talia,” Kye let slip from his lips. His newest hire and most recent regret. She had shown such promise in her interview, but the more he saw of her work, the more Kye realized she wasn’t much more than a pretty face and a happy smile. By weeks end, he would have to make up his mind about whether to keep her or not.
And it was not looking favorable.
“I’m sorry!” Talia exclaimed to the patrons, and then to the neighboring patrons, and then to Kye. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!
“Well, don’t just stand there,” Kye waved her off, attempting to keep a cool tone. “Get a broom.”
“Oh, yes! Of course." She bumped into another patron as she backed up. "I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
As Talia disappeared into the back, Kye met Skaarg’s scowling gaze. A more than clear “I told you so.” There was no denying that he had a personal weakness for a pretty face. Maybe he’d have to let Skaarg do the interviews from now on. He’d save the pretty faces for less professional ends.
Tag: @marak , Any