Oh Sweet Little Fires - beginnings

Posted on Tue Apr 12th, 2011 @ 3:34pm by Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: Shore Leave - Archa IV
Location: Main Promanade

SB332

Life is simple and care free when you dont have to worry about things under foot. Nice solid walkways to tread upon and you can give either your partner in conversation, or just window shop without dividing your attention to where you place your foot. But now, most people tend to shuffle their feet to kick stuff out of their way. Causing trash to accommulate along the walls, in corners, under benches, and any place where there is very little traffic to interfere as it lays there.

An ideal place for virus's to breed and become a problem if left alone. And not to mention the rodents from various ships that dock at the station that manage to sneak aboard. With the ensuing lack of interest and shoddy workmanship from the civilians in dealing with their work and not reporting such invasion from the smallest little benign creatures that carry all sorts of interesting things with them, to include bugs as in insects.

Garbeano and his crew wandered the station, mainly the Promanade, checking out the accommulations of trash that would make a nice little bonfire, yet it wouldn't spread to much and easily controllable. It wouldn't do to have Civilian ran businesses get harmed and drive them away, but to get them to toe the partyline.

CSS Weasel

Termi'Aldo and Frifidaire had left the station to meet with next higher in the chain of the OCS about using old obsolete weapons as payment for the Rittoran Jelly. Termi'Aldo could see a raise in his power amongst his peers within the Organization.

"They didn't say how old the weapons had to be, Boss," Frifidaire spoke as paced the bridge of ship, watching the crew hard at work in flying the aging freighter. "So we give them junk weapons as they requested."

"What if they want to test them out first?" Termi'Aldo spoke from the Captian's seat.

"No ammo," Frifidaire smiled abit. "And it wasn't brought up. So if they assumed that they think we are gonna be providing ammo for the weapon." He shrugs, "we can always say miscommunication and not part of the deal. We can always raise the amount of Rittoran Jelly we recieve from them."

Termi'Aldo nodded thoughtfully, "This will be good Fri." Heaving himself up from the seat and moving towards the exit. "In form me when we have arrived." Exiting the bridge.

Frifidaire scowls at having his name shortened like that. But Termi'Aldo was boss, fair but strict. He taking his seat, semi-lost in thought. ~~A very good gig... Once the Fleet presence is lowered back to way it was before, He'd send an invite to the Rittorans to visit the station and let Akiashiro meet with them to open legal business. It would be nice to having a legit Merchant Clan be indepted to the OCS. He gave a squeaky laugh. "Oh yes!" softly as he sprang to his feet and turning the bridge over to his trusted lieutenant as he strolled to the cargohold to get a tin of Rittoran Jelly.

SB332

Garbeano had picked out three good location for the little fires to outbreak in. He smiled at his men, getting one in return as they left the Promenade to plan the events to strike for maxium exposure and pressure on the fleet to begin their cutbacks on their personel, letting the civilians run things and govern themselves without some Fleet subcommander dictating everything. They almost had the previous one under their thump till Gunning showed up.

He laughed as one of his crew spoke, "and dont forget the Marshmellows...." El Beano snickered, "Just be sure not to get caught, you're fat as it is, Chubby," enticing more laughter from his crew.

CSS Weasel

The pilot dropped the ship out of warp and into high impulse, giving a nod to coms and Frifidaire that they was on their final approach to the Sectors OCS secret base in the hazardious astriod field of Galactic South. Frifidaire picked up the communicater and called Termi'Aldo of the impending arrival at the OCS base.

Soon Termi'Aldo was on the bridge, setting himself into the First Mate's chair next to Frifidaire, looking quite refreshed and looking eagerly for the upcoming meet. He was a rising star here in the Galactic South as more opportunities arose to make a quick latinum bar, gaining prestige amongst his rivals as a mover and shaker of things happening. Willing to take risks to farther his progress.

"I was thinking, maybe we should bring a few Rittorans aboard SB-332 to show them we're not so bad after all. And make an accidental meeting with Raphiel?" Termi'Aldo looked at the stoic Andorian Captian with one wiggly antenea.

"Was planning on that. It'ld place Akiashiro in our dept or owing us a serious favor if things work out for us and them." Frifidaire looked at Termi'Aldo, wondering if Termi'Aldo had Betaziod blood in him.

"One step at a time. Lets see how this goes first before we begin to count the hatching eggs of profits," Termi'Aldo spoke wisely. As both of them thinking on the same lines, planning each step out, abiet differently from each other towards the same goal in mind.

Frifidaire nodded, thinking that if Termi'Aldo moves up in the hierarchy, would mean a serious boon to his advancement. He would play this scheme out very carefully, paying attention to detail, yet remain flexible if any changes tried to interfere with the plans being set in motion from the Rittoran Jelly / Stock contract they had going with them.

Termi'Aldo smiled softly as he sees Frifidaire's compliance. This Andorian would make an excellent replacement for him on the Starbase 332.

SB-332

It was a bad day for Civilian Specialist Ugar as he had ran out of Rittoran Jelly to give him a boost to finish out his shift. His contact had given him a small easily concealed PaDD and all he had to do was plug the it into his console and hit upload. When finished with his shift, return the PaDD to his contact for a fresh supply of Rittoran Jelly.

Ugar had done it when he arrived for work and now was beginning to feel realy drained. He had already eaten his lunch, gone to the bathroom several times, hit the replicator for the umpteenth time for stimulant type of drinks as it was shown by the litter of empty cups around his work station. Some still sat on the console upper ledge still with cold remains of the drink.

He and the Fleet Technician in Charge of this section were glaring at each other. He refused to clean up his mess as the Fleeter asked nicely to clean up his area several times. Finally to have something to do, he began to clean up the mess he had created giving in to the Fleeter who smiled in triumphant.

Ugar sighed with relief when his replacement showed up and left the section to go meet with his contact. He better get the some of the good stuff, not the weak mixed stuff as promised. He gave the PaDD to his contact, who immediately checked it. Giving a nod, the contact handed over the two tins of Rittoran Jelly.

It was party time for Ugar as he made his way to his favorite drinking place in the lower promanade lvls...

Garbeano snickered as he walked back tossing the now deleted PaDD in the air and catching it again. The Marshmellow roast was on.