Maybe Not the Best in his Field

Posted on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 8:20pm by
Edited on on Sat Jun 25th, 2016 @ 8:22pm

Mission: Mission 1 - Bridges
Location: Starbase 7- The Tame Racoon
646 words - 1.3 OF Standard Post Measure

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Erim Gleb took another sip from his drink. Andorian Ale, straight, just the way he liked it. He'd tried a great many drinks in his time, but Andorian Ale always called him for some reason. It must have been the blue skin of it's creators. All he wanted to do was forget. All he wanted to do was remember. The soft touch of her skin and curves. The sound of her voice and the scent of her body. All he wanted to do was find her.

Then suddenly a he found himself with a beautiful woman sitting next to him. Vibrant red hair and deep. deep eyes. He skin was fair and she had something mysterious and enchanting about her. But most of all he couldn't help but notice the gold colored bracelet just barely hanging off of her wrist....

It only took a bit of slight of the hand before he had it in his own. He shoved the thing deep in his jacket pocket while he coughed, but that must have been what gave him away.

"What do you think you're doing."

The words cut through him like a razor and sent shivers up his spine.

"Give it back right now."

"What do you mean?" he played innocent, and it worked most of the time.

"You know what I'm talking about." she insisted, "I'm calling for security."

He panicked. Should he give it back and plead for mercy? Play dumb?

"You dropped this. I was just picking it up for you." he dangled the bracelet in front of her, and she snatched it back like a kidnapped child.

It only took a moment of examination, but he looked deep into her eyes. Black as the darkest abyss of space. He had made an enormous mistake. He had stolen from a Betazoid. He cursed himself, how could he have been so stupid. He knew in an instant that she could see through his entire charade.

"I know what you did." she tapped her civilian commbadge. "Station securit..." and the rest was a blurr.

Before he knew it, there were gold collared officers surrounding the doors of the establishment.

"What seems to be the problem?" a dark haired trill officer asked as she closed in on the two.

Erim was paralyzed. What to do?

"She... she dropped her bracelet. I picked it up for her."

He knew he was damned. It had been two years since he had picked a pocket or stolen a ring. He had spent eighteen long months in a federation "rehabilitation facility". He couldn't go back. Their drugs to cure his illness, their therapy and their analytical predispositions. He couldn't go back to that gilded cage. That hell. What should he do? They had the door surrounded, but fleeing still seemed to be the most attractive option. All he could do was watch in horror as his fate unfolded before him. He knew the woman could read every thought that crossed his mind and he was helpless to stop her.

"He's right." she said, much to his surprise. "I must have dropped it. I'm sorry for calling you here, it's all been a misunderstanding."

And before he knew it, the officers were gone. The entire bar had stopped staring and were back to drowning out their sorrows.

"Why..." he stammered.

"Because I could tell you actually felt remorse, in your own way."

She took a long swig of her ale and stared intently at the Bolian.

"Listen, I know a guy." she said, "Ship's captain, civilian vessel. He is looking for new hands. People with unique talents. The USS Mary Rose. He comes in here every so often. Human fellow with dark hair and eyes. Heading a long way from here. Maybe you should wait for him."

She downed her drink and was gone. What else was he to do?


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