On the Prowl

Posted on Mon Jun 20th, 2016 @ 9:20pm by

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Deep Space 7 - Promenade
951 words - 1.9 OF Standard Post Measure

Making sure the lock on her rented suite was actually worked and would seal the room to her level of satisfaction, Allison made sure to pull a hair out and set it along a seam. Even if they could get the lock off, she'd know now. Years of running had made her paranoid, but paranoia had helped her slip the noose more than once so it had become so ingrained in her person she never even noticed anymore. Years of working as a bounty hunter and a mercenary had made her careful and even now on a Starfleet station, with around the clock security and customs she didn't feel safe. Allison knew all to well the ways around the security, all the ways you could charm the guard or bribe the right scan crew. All it took was one person looking to make a quick buck to get someone onto something they really should be.

It was funny really, if you asked Allison what she would be doing when she was in her thirties when she was a kid, she probably would have answered something about having a career exploring the stars, maybe have had a kid by now, nothing at all close to what her life was now. She wouldn't have been a slave, she wouldn't be a killer, a liar, a cheat, the type of person who could talk you into giving them the shirt off your back then keeping it. No she wouldn't have become the type to survive no matter what.

Yet she was that person, she was the one people hired on to provide security, or smooth talk a angered client. She was someone you could count on to get the job done no matter what the job was or what it entailed.

Satisfied with her work, Allison pulled her jacket down, pulling the wrinkles out before running a hand through her hair. She needed to look at least a little presentable for today. A friend from the Stark Resolve had dropped her a line on a perspective job on a new ship that was gathering crew at Deep Space Seven. Cargo ship with a Captain that had a taste for adventure or something like that. He had had a few other words about the man, but Allison's Andorian was still patchy at best and she had only understood about half of them. If Karth was right about adventure though, for someone like a merchant ship captain, that meant fringe space and for Allison that meant being far away from everything. A good thing according to Karth anyways, the Orions had taken a renewed interest in finding her again as the anniversary of Orgao's death approached.

Making her way down to the promenade from the commerce guilds berth area, Allison scanned the crowd of people. She really didn't know much about the man she was looking for other than he was and to quote Karth 'Freakishly tall'. Some sweet talk with the right person though and Allison was more than sure she'd have the information that she'd need to find this Barton. Heading to the not to seedy, but not to legit looking bar she had spotted one her way to the commerce guild, Allison addled up to the bar, stripping off her jacket and mentally prepared for the act. The act that she used when she wanted something. The sweet, happy, flirtatious girl shtick almost never failed.

"Hey there." Allison smiled to the bartender as he appeared in front of her. "What's good tonight?"

"Hightop's with a shot of Blood Wine." The humanoid looking man replied with a smile that Allison knew meant he at least had some interest. "A little bloody for my taste but they do seem to be a hit right now."

"Well I did notice a fair few Klingon's running around at the moment, that might have something to do with it. I think I'll give it a try." Allison grinned back with a bit a honey in her voice. Bait the trap and see what she catches, "I even heard there was this old school Fed ship sitting in the dock."

"Oh yeah, The Mary Rose." The bartender replied as he started to mix her drink. "Apparently she's a mess but her skipper has these big plans for her. Hiring a crew too, we've gotten a big influx of people from the guild looking to try and join up."

Alright, maybe she hadn't needed to go all flirty for this after all, the man seemed to just like to share information. What was done was done though, might as well keep it up Allison thought to herself. "Huh, that sounds pretty cool, running on a merchant ship crew. Exciting actually." She finished as he set her drink down in front of her.

"Well I can tell you this, Barton Harkins the man running it? Heard more than a few stories about him. Rumour has it he had something to do with the Gwven Cartel collapse." The bartender said as he leaned towards Allison as if sharing sensitive information, no he was just trying to get close. Keeping up with the flirting now could just lead to free drinks was interestingly enough the first thought that crossed Allison's mind as she digested the Gwven news.

Well, if he really had done something about that, news that had shaken their dark little world where everyone knew something this job might just be more interesting than Karth had made it seem. "Really? Tell me more it all sounds so exciting!" Allison asked faux enthusiastically, a bright smile gracing her features.

This was just getting good after all.

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Allison Price
Mercenary
Mary Rose