Chance Encounters Part 1

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 7:05pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 7:09pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: The Tame Raccoon, Deep Space 7
Timeline: MD 03 1330
775 words - 1.6 OF Standard Post Measure

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Erim Gleb was sitting at the bar waiting. For someone, but unsure specifically who. He knew it was a man. Human, somewhere between the age of 25 and 55. Dark hair and dark eyes. The Betazoid woman he had met earlier at the bar told him that this mysterious man could use someone of his own unique talents. After asking around the station, he heard that the man might be coming into the Tame Raccoon at some point. Of course Erim had no idea if any of this information was accurate or if he was just being sent up the river. He didn't exactly have the cleanest reputation and it seemed odd that a mark had tried to give him a helping hand after he tried to rob her.

"Another please" the Bolian said, tapping on his glass. He had finished several glasses of Andorian Ale and was starting to get more than just a little drunk. He hoped this person of interest showed up soon, or he would be passed out under the bar.

Rueben had been watching the Bolian thief for a good twenty minutes before he made his preseance know. He slid onto the stool next to him and handed over latinum to pay for the drink. "My usual please." The badman just smirked and handed over the Betazed nectar to the older man.

Erim stiffened in his seat immediately. He knew he must be the one he was waiting for. After all, he wasn't exactly used to strangers buying him drinks.

"You have good taste." Erim remarked as he took a gulp of his own beverage. "You come here often?"

"Yeah and especially to meet new crew." He murmured revealing he really was the person the Bolian was waiting for.

The Bolian grinned. "That's interesting. I heard from a friend that there was a ship about to get underway. Looking for hands. " suddenly he found himself wishing he hadn't had so much to drink, he must have smelled like a brewery. But it was too late to look back. "Not to brag, but I'm a very talented man. I have many skills that are quite useful to the right people."

Rueben looked the man over again as he cradled his glass of drink. "All depends on what you can do my friend."

"I can get you whatever you need, whenever you need it. I have years of experience to say the least." The new Captain smiled a little. He could think of a test for the man and it would help them both out.

"Can you get computer records?" He wondered.

"I have some experience in that department, yes." Erim said smugly, he had spent a few years working an analyst on a trade freighter before settling on Bajor. His skills could use some brushing up on, but ultimately he felt confident in skills to steal anything, including data files. "Like I said, whatever you need, I can get it." Rueben nodded and pulled a piece of paper towards him and wrote down a name, ship and Starfleet serial number.

"I need this persons records." He said thinking of Jeassaho. He wanted to check up on her, just seeing her on Vulcan hadn't been enough.

"Where do you need to get them from? I have a lot of experience extracting data." Rueben sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"She's Starfleet. I need you to get it from there data base... Can you do it?" He demanded.

"No problem." Erim was unsure, but he was sure he could make it work. He needed this job and fewer things were better motivation than necessity. The man grinned.

"This will benefit both of us." Rueben downed the rest of the nectar in one gulped enjoying the burning sensation that went down his body as it worked its way through. "How long do you need?" He wondered softly.

"Hmm..." he thought to himself, it would probably take two, three days tops, "A week maybe. It will take a while to get past their security measures, but overall Starfleet is overly confident regarding these sorts of things. It's just a matter of their firewalls, which are ultimately pretty simplistic. All it takes is the right man for the job." Rueben nodded.

"I will meet you here in a week?" He offered rising from his stool.

"A week!" Erim toasted and downed the rest of his beer, slamming it on the counter and nodding to the bartender for another. "A week and I can get you whatever you need."


OFF:

Reuben Gregnol
Captain
SS Mary Rose


Erim Gleb
Thief
SS Mary Rose