Getting What One Wants... or Not

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 3:02pm by Leiddem Kea (*)
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 3:12pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Deck 2 - Crew Quarters
Timeline: MD 03 : 1003 Hrs
1311 words - 2.6 OF Standard Post Measure

::ON::

Allison ran a hand through her hair, trying to tame it as she rifled through the 3 hard shelled cases that she had brought to her new set of quarters along with her duffle bag. It was a pain in the butt to get everything out of their storage cases after having packed them all up so tightly, but at least it meant that she would most likely be spending a fair amount of time here so she wouldn't have to pack it back up. It was funny actually, she had taken her duffle and literally just chucked her clothes haphazardly into the drawers and closet, it was her weapons she was taking great care to unpack and store. Grabbing the stock of the customized ER98 Ballistic Sniper Rifle and pulling it out of the case, she grabbed the much longer barrel and slotted it into the receiver, spinning it until she could no longer. Making sure it was secure, Allison dropped the butt of the rifle to the floor and leaned it up against the wall, it's massive length almost making it as tall as her.

Satisfied that her rifle was set, she moved onto the next layer of the case, pulling the foam up and revealing a pair of particle rifles this time. A rather no longer pristine Starfleet MK5 Carbine sat beside a Romulan disruptor beam rifle, both well used and both acquired through less than reputable means Allison had been through a lot with them. Pulling the Carbine out of the foam, Allison lifted it up to her shoulder and aimed down the sight, it felt comfortable and almost warm. Slinging it around her shoulder, Allison grabbed the charging rack from the next hard shell and went to set it on the wall when she realized that the older systems in this tub might not in face be up to snuff to charge the more modern rifle.

Swearing to herself, Allison set the rack against the wall she moved to the computer on the table. There were literally only about four other people on the ship at the moment, so she figured one of them must know how to fix the little problem. "Hey uh, anyone on board yet figured out weapons charging racks?"

Leiddem looked up as he heard the message appear on the console where he was working. He smirked a little, obviously they were starting to realise just how old and cranky the ship was. He sent back a message and made his way knocking on the door to let her know he had come to help.

"Yeah yeah come in its open." Allison cried as she pulled a compact submachine gun from her case, another projectile rifle. The projectile rifles were rare these days, yet Allison preferred them, something about their brutality, their simplicity. They rarely broke like their energy counterparts after all. Setting it up on the wall beside the assault rifle she looked towards the door as it swished open. "You the Engineer or something?"

“Or something...” The Betazoid Marine said as he walked into the room. He smiled lazily as he lent in the doorway taking in the room. It was easy to see the woman liked her weapons to say the least. “Whatcha need?” He wondered.

"I need to know how to hook this charging rack into these antiquated systems." Allison said jerking a thumb towards the charging rack she had set on the table with the energy weapons. Along with the rifles she had added two smaller pistol weapons and an additional Starfleet style phaser rifle. "I'd rather not get into a fight and have my rifle at half charge even though its been sitting on the rack for a week."

"You cant't... Not that many." Kea said with a grin as he came in. What the hell had Starfleet got him into. "Not enough flow throw here. Can in the armoury though... or out side in the weapons locker."

Allison snorted before she started laughing, "Yeah, store my personal arms in the armoury where anyone and everyone can get at them? No thanks." Having taken the small collection of weapons, totaling 10 different weapons Allison looked at them all arrayed over the room before looking back at the man who she still didn't knows name. "I don't really do sharing. Last person who tried to share with me didn't like what I did next." Allison finished, an air of unanswered question being left to his imagination.

The man chuckled a little and ran his hand through his hair as he come in further counting and remembering how many she had to tell Rueben just encase especially as this was her personal weapons.

"I am sure i can create a locker just for you in my armoury." He said picking up the rifle revealing just what his position was on the ship - Weapon Master. It was his usual standard weapon in the Marines.

"No touchy." Allison said as she stared at him, her eyes narrowing.

"I'd prefer to have my weapons in my quarters. Is there anyway that we can tap an additional powerline off of the nearest arms locker and get it run through to my quarters?" Allison asked as she pulled the last little weapon out of her case, a pistol that slid neatly into the leather thigh holster she had strapped to her right thigh.

The Weapons Master carried on touching, he was starting to get bored of her not understanding that no meant no. He was honest to a fault, no other way to be. When he meant something was impossible it was, especially on a ship 150 years old.

"What was your name?" He asked checking the weapon open before putting it back down.

"Price, Allison." Allison replied as she crossed her arms and continued to star at the man. "Name your price and I'll do it." She said all chipper with a laugh, it was kind of ironic she was a merc and her last name was Price and she always got a kick out of it. The man shook his head with a snort.

"I like it." He laughed softly. He lent forward and blinked at her. "Look at my eyes, you can see I'm Betazoid which means i am deadly honest. When i say something can't be done... I mean it." He said simply turning on his heel towards the door.

Allison's mask hardened for a moment as he mentioned he was a Betazed. She should have realized it, but she hadn't taken great interest in his eyes before now. Now as she looked him over once more, she noticed the dark black of his eyes. She hated telepaths, they always had a way of figuring out parts of her past despite the training through the years and jobs she had received and procured to hide her thoughts. Nothing was ever 100% effective after all. Things that were better left buried and dead. Allowing her face to soften as she took a more controlled approach to this man, Allison smiled, "One should never say something is impossible. Everything is possible with enough work."

Still, Allison let out a sigh as he turned to face the way he had come in. "Yet still, I suppose you might be right. This bucket is far to old. Even I cannot get what I want all of the time."

"Afraid not lovely... " He said grinning over his shoulder. He was starting to think this mission was going to be interesting to say the least - old ship, lovely ladies, handsome men, secretes, lies... Leiddem was starting to wish Intelligence had picked someone else to be Rueben's back up. "Need anything else come find me." He murmured with a smirk as she conceded.

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Leiddem Kea
Weapons Master
SS Mary Rose

Allison Price
Mercenary
SS Mary Rose