IKC FHew 7C6110
Alligences 1 – A slight hitch
by Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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Marie felt pleased with herself. Finding the Federation goods the FHew needed had proven ridiculously easy and she’d gotten them at a good price. That was things started to go pear-shaped. She’d made arrangements to have them transferred to the ship only to find there was a slight hitch....
Impounded as suspected smugglers. Who’d have thought it? Just because it happens to be true is immaterial. The Klingons don’t know I routinely do a bit of trade on the side.
She backed away from the security guard and proffered weak excuses for her presence. She’d learnt early on that looking confident only led to more suspicion. The innocent one was the one who looked confused and uncertain when a situation like this was sprung on them. Thankfully, the manifest of the goods she’d purchased was all in order. This was the one she’d prepared for Matlh, not the one which accurately listed the goods she’d been about to transfer onto the FHew.
Now what do I do? She decided that discretion was the better part of valour. Matlh probably expects me to do something heroic like admit I’m a member of the crew. He’ll probably string me up later but be damned if I’m going to let myself be locked up in a cell full of stinking Klingons!
Turning on her heel she headed off to find out just what was going on. That meant a quick trip to the nearest bar. Worse was to follow. Talk is cheap and plentiful when fuelled by alcohol – especially if someone else is paying for it. Marie found no shortage of people willing to talk. She did not like what she heard. Rumours abounded that some of the crew had been murdered or kidnapped – it all depended on who she talked to. Unfortunately, she couldn’t gain anything concrete to go on. Some said the Orions had caught up with the FHew and entire crew was dead; some said they’d disappeared in space, the victims of an attack by person or persons unknown (but readily speculated on). Marie doubted the first – the Orions had no reason to target the FHew. The second seemed equally unlikely. No matter what she though of Matlh, he was a competent captain and it was a good crew. They would not let themselves get caught unawares.
That only left one thing for it – get off this station and a long way from suspicion. Self-preservation had long been Marie’s driving force and she saw no reason to set it aside now.
When she woke the next morning her head ached and her mouth tasted like something had died in it. Worse, she was suffering from an attack of conscience. She couldn’t leave her shipmates stranded. She mightn’t like most of them but she had no particular quarrel with them. If someone had gotten wind of her activities and seized the FHew as a result then she supposed she must at least make an effort to do something about it.
Sighing, she rose, washed herself and headed out to ascertain what she could. She hated it when she went all soft and concerned! She tried appeasing herself with the excuse that she had contraband which needed to be shipped out or she’d really be in trouble. It was no good. She knew she could easily find another method of transporting it. There was no getting around it – Marie St. Helene was doing something worthwhile for someone else.
by Soghla' Marie St. Helene
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| Title | A slight hitch | |
| Mission | Alligences 1 | |
| Author(s) | Soghla' Marie St. Helene | |
| Posted | Tue Jun 08, 2010 @ 11:30am |
Impounded as suspected smugglers. Who’d have thought it? Just because it happens to be true is immaterial. The Klingons don’t know I routinely do a bit of trade on the side.
She backed away from the security guard and proffered weak excuses for her presence. She’d learnt early on that looking confident only led to more suspicion. The innocent one was the one who looked confused and uncertain when a situation like this was sprung on them. Thankfully, the manifest of the goods she’d purchased was all in order. This was the one she’d prepared for Matlh, not the one which accurately listed the goods she’d been about to transfer onto the FHew.
Now what do I do? She decided that discretion was the better part of valour. Matlh probably expects me to do something heroic like admit I’m a member of the crew. He’ll probably string me up later but be damned if I’m going to let myself be locked up in a cell full of stinking Klingons!
Turning on her heel she headed off to find out just what was going on. That meant a quick trip to the nearest bar. Worse was to follow. Talk is cheap and plentiful when fuelled by alcohol – especially if someone else is paying for it. Marie found no shortage of people willing to talk. She did not like what she heard. Rumours abounded that some of the crew had been murdered or kidnapped – it all depended on who she talked to. Unfortunately, she couldn’t gain anything concrete to go on. Some said the Orions had caught up with the FHew and entire crew was dead; some said they’d disappeared in space, the victims of an attack by person or persons unknown (but readily speculated on). Marie doubted the first – the Orions had no reason to target the FHew. The second seemed equally unlikely. No matter what she though of Matlh, he was a competent captain and it was a good crew. They would not let themselves get caught unawares.
That only left one thing for it – get off this station and a long way from suspicion. Self-preservation had long been Marie’s driving force and she saw no reason to set it aside now.
When she woke the next morning her head ached and her mouth tasted like something had died in it. Worse, she was suffering from an attack of conscience. She couldn’t leave her shipmates stranded. She mightn’t like most of them but she had no particular quarrel with them. If someone had gotten wind of her activities and seized the FHew as a result then she supposed she must at least make an effort to do something about it.
Sighing, she rose, washed herself and headed out to ascertain what she could. She hated it when she went all soft and concerned! She tried appeasing herself with the excuse that she had contraband which needed to be shipped out or she’d really be in trouble. It was no good. She knew she could easily find another method of transporting it. There was no getting around it – Marie St. Helene was doing something worthwhile for someone else.