Opportunity knocks

Posted on Wed Mar 28th, 2018 @ 8:16pm by

Mission: Mission 6 - Azzia
Location: End route to Mary Rose / Shuttlebay
Timeline: MD 00 0800
1184 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

ON::

“MONK! MONK! BIG SHIP! BIG SHIP! BIG SHIP!” the port agent yelled as the Kestrian passenger liner filled the shuttles viewports, “TOO CLOSE! TOO CLOSE!” he added, the shuttle’s proximity alarm blaring in agreement.

“No worries Jadep!” the pilot replied silencing the alarm as the shuttle skimmed a few meters from the liner’s hull. “Anyway, thought you said you were in a hurry?” he added as the shuttle slipped between the lateral struts of the behemoth's port nacelles.

“To inspect a cargo of perishable medical supplies. Monk!” He screamed, “Not die in the cold vacuum of space!”

“Stop whining, when’s the last time I killed you?” Deacon shot back, but before he rattled passenger could answer, the Rigellian spotted their quarry, “Oh my Cute and Fluffy Lord, That IS a constitution class Federation starship." he whispered as his face broke out in a grin, "Hellllllooooo NURSE!”

Jadep glared, wanting to hate the pointy eared maniac sitting next to him, but looking at the wide childlike grin on Deacon’s face, he knew couldn’t. What came out of his lips was something between a sigh and laugh, “I take it seeing one of those is on your famous ‘list’?”

“Just added it this morning when Dani told me about her." Deacon replied with a maniacal grin, "Now, I get to cross it off.” Deacon eyes never left the viewport, studying every inch of the ever-growing ship’s hull, “She’s had major refits, at least two. See the way the nacelles are swept back? The support pylons are angled. And the Bussard Assemblies on the head of the nacelles. See? They’re square-ish not spherical.” Deacon angled his head nodding, “I wonder what she’s running for a power plant. Star Fleet always tore the guts out of them before selling them off.” He added, looking over to Jadep, fully expecting him to share his excitement, only to realize he probably lost the port agent back at “angled pylons.”

“Monk, While I find your raging hard on for antiquated spacecraft,,,,,, fascinating, could you please see if you can get permission to dock with this glorified museum?” the port agent pleaded, as he looked at the Hov’Lit river through the viewport which was quickly approach Azzia's terminator, "I'd like to see my family for dinner tonight."

Deacon sighed, feeling sorry that his friend could not appreciate true beauty, but to each his own. Settling the headset over his ears he flipped over the comm "Mary Rose, Mary Rose, This is resupply shuttle 'Forlorn Hope' requesting approach vector." then he listened and nodded, "That's affirmative Rose, Port Agent Jadep Ren is aboard for cargo inspection." he then listened and nodded again, "Understood Rose, Approach vector locked in. Hands-on approach, I have the ball. I'm in the slot five by five."

Moments latter the shuttle was locked down in the Rose's landing bay. Deacon busied himself with his post flight check list as the bay repressurized, "You can go ahead Jadep, I have to shut 'Hope' down. If whatever passes for an ops officer is looking for me, tell them I'll be with them in about 20 minutes."

"What you making a sales pitch?" Jadep asked.

Deacon laughed and shrugged, "What you think Dani had me transport you out here to the back end of beyond, out of the goodness of her heart?"

Suddenly it made sense to the port agent. By bringing him out here on official business, Deacon could sneak ahead of all the other bumboat operations clamoring to service any new ships in the system. 'Monk, That woman of yours is really,,,,,"

",,,,,,Intelligent and full of business savvy." Deacon said his eyes flashing warning. "And she's my boss not my woman." Jadep growled a little more, but Deacon was able to smooth his feathers, promising a couple cases of Double Bock from Maggie's before the festival kicked off. Both men finished burying the hatchet, they heard footstep coming towards them.

Amelia sauntered into the shuttlebay, admiring her smaller ships as she walked by. Her light eyes scanned over those entering the area, observing every inch of the ship. She had ran the scanner over the ship as soon as it entered their airspace. She was quick, efficient and to the point. She loved her job and she did it quite well.

Running a hand through her raven hair, she smirked "Well, I could certainly hear you from a mile away, so I'm glad you brought supplies rather than a fight, mates." she stated as she placed her hands onto her hips. "Names, just for confirmation."

“Well Ma’am, we’re exactly trying to hide.” Deacon smiled, casually studying the woman as Jadep fumble for his papers. The woman wore a pair of well-worn dungarees that conformed to her lithe dancer’s body along with a black tank top that exposed her milk white shoulders that were well-muscled though still extortionately feminine. She had long straight hair, that looked recently tousled framed a heart shape face that seemed to be aware of a joke that no one else knew. She had to be a pilot, every move she made, the way she carried herself, the certainty she exuded, screamed pilot. Not only a regular plot, she must have been a fighter jock, or at least had the instincts of one. It was the way she looked at them, Deacon could almost feel the crosshairs locking onto each of them with her blue eyes.

“Jadep Dvivedi, Port Agent Azzia Trade Commission,” Jadep blurted out brining Deacon back to the here and now. He diligently handed Amelia his ident card, adding “I’m supposed to meet with either your XO or quartermaster to inspect your cargo. I was told to wait in the shuttle observation gallery to meet them.” The woman compared his idet card nodded and pointed to the staircase in the corner of the bay. Jadep thanked her and headed out.

“Deacon Kane, pilot and representative for ‘D & T Resupply,’” Deacon added, “And unfortunately the supplies I’m carrying are earmarked for a Denoblian freighter. I’m here to talk to you Captain about having us resupply you guys.” Then picking up his PADD, “But I have to go through a postflight first, if that’s ok.”

Amelia carefully inspected the card, giving Jalep a quick nod, sending them through. She could spot a fake a light-year away. Looking to Deacon, she smirked "Aye. I've been tracking you. Can't be too careful lately between explosions going off and damned bar fights." she sighed heavily "Yea, that's just fine, mate. I'll grab Gregnol." she folded her arms as she gave the one another lookover. Observing his mohawk, she chuckled. She wasn't used to seeing that style, and when she had, she had been hanging with her old band of misfits back on earth. She had a feeling about this man; he seemed to be on her level, which was welcoming.

OFF::

Deacon Kane
Engineering Contractor
D & T Resupply

Amelia Harkness
Shuttle Pilot
SS Mary Rose
(NPC Catelyn O'Malley)