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Posted on Wed Apr 11th, 2012 @ 7:11am by Berin Voight & Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: The Mystery Men of Mira
Location: Warp 12
Timeline: MD02 - 1730hrs

OOC: Hiya! I've got this NPC Voight who's going to be an important part of the next mission so I want to establish who he is and that he'd probably known around the station. The kind of guy who does things like clockwork. That's why you'll notice he'll be walking into Warp 12 at exactly half past 5 and sitting at exactly the same table he usually sits at, that sort of thing. Figured he might be someone you know. He might even have a consignment for you.

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He passed through the doors of Warp 12 into the throng of early dinner-shift activity at exactly seventeen thirty hours. He was never late. Saying that, he was never early either. Captain Berin Voight had realised quickly that if you were late, people wouldn't hire you and if you were early, people thought you must be desperate for the business. It was always better to turn up exactly on time.

He passed by a couple of waiters who seemed to have the desire of finding him a table for one. Something by the viewing port, perhaps where he could look out into the space he'd just come from? Or how about something by the bathrooms so that the revelling customers wouldn't have to see a man sitting down to eat a meal alone. He shrugged them off; he knew where he was going.

A quick glance at his intended destination noted that there was someone there. He quickly beckoned one of the waiters and slipped a few strips of latinum into his top pocket. "You know that's my table. Tell them it's reserved, there's a good fellow." His foppish English accent seemed at odds with the rest of the room.

The young waiter sidled up to the table and Voight watched as he sheepishly informed its occupiers of the mistake that had been made by the head waiter. This table was reserved for another party and they would have to move to another. Perhaps something by the window where they could view Archa IV as the station's revolution came around to allow Warp 12 a glimpse of the vacation planet below.

As the daggered looks of the displaced diners fell on him, Voight moved towards the table and took up residence quietly.

Samanthia sighed softly as the displaced customers came to her and complained how the head waiter had them move for another patron. She looked out into the area where Berin Voight always sat. He was no trouble other than wanting his seat precisely at station time 1730 hrs. You could set your watch by his preciseness. He did tip well and was dressed nicely to blend in with the crowd.

She looked at the displaced customers, took them to the bar and got then two very expensive drinks on the house and a very small plate of Ritorian Jelly to appease them for their trouble allowing the Captain Voight his table.

Once that was done to everyones satisfaction, she ambled on over to his table, smiling softly as she took a seat across from at his table. Other customers ignore the antics of her as she was prone to sit and converse with the regulars that patronized the club. "You're in port early, Captain Voight," Giving him her friendly warm smile she reserved for favored customers which he was on the exclusive list of receiving. "How was your trip to Ambrosia?"

"Not the best I've ever had, in all honesty Samanthia." Voight replied as he regarded the presence in front of him. "You'd think a Federation Freighter would have to put up with less of the Ambrosian red tape but apparently not. Still- managed to get the shipment moved and make a stop at Mira before I came back."

"Should've taken the offer from Akiashiro Merchant Fleet. They have no problems with Ambrosia Officials. Did you pick up the fresh load of beef from Mira that I had ordered?" Still smiling softly from after giving him her welcome back smile. "your usual?" Motioning to the bartender to send Voight's favored drink to the table.

"And if I'd taken the offer from A.M.F. then I would have been indebted to you, Samanthia." Voight retorted with a wry smile. "I couldn't have that, could I? Still, I got your shipment. Not only that, I managed to barter you a few extra crates given the fact that those damned Ferengi jipped you out of them last time. I'm seriously considering shifting the bulk of my trade business to the Phoenicians. At least you can trust them."

Looking thoughtful, eyes narrowing abit. "I couldn't let a Freighter captain sit in port with an expensive ship." falling quiet as the waitress served their drinks and left, "I have complete confidence with you in getting what I need. Phoenicians have inferior stock. That what Elder Rapheal always says." Taking a sip of her high energy fruit drink. "You'll be by later for your money? Or you need it now?" Samanthia glanced at the time, quickly returning to Voight, fidgeted abit in her seat, before settling down again.

"You know how it is Samanthia," Voight replied as he removed a tobacco stimulant pack from the pocket of his jacket and loaded it into an inhaler shaped like an old clay pipe, "I'll take an automated payment from your account when your people take delivery of the merchandise. Same as always. Your Elder Rapheal might have a point but the Phoenicians do have their advantages. They're much more trusting than the bloody Ferengi, that's for certain."

"You got me there," With a warm friendly smile, knowing full well the Ferengi try to pass off Targ as beef and had happened once before, much to her dismay. Samanthia nodded as a thought lit up her expression, eyes widening a bit. "Terrain on Terra IV have an over abundance on the modular chip 516X and wanting to dump on the intersteller market. Could you get me a few crates of them when you're in the neighbourhood? They work excellent with the holo-projectors. Giving them a more enhanced data flow."

A new impromptu band took the stage and began tuning the musical instruments for their liking for their show in giving entertainment to lounge patrons.

"I don't see why not." Voight replied, flashing a winning smile. "I should be out that way in the next couple of weeks. I have a couple of shipments to pick up. Not the usual run-of-the-mill ones so I should be able to lay my hand on some. I'll even pick you them up at cost, since I'll be in the area."

"Wonderful" Smiling delighted at him. "The usual deal of covering cost and expense of hauling. Or I can give you an inhouse credit up to what I owe you?" Looking thoughtful, "Have you tried the Ritorian Jelly? It's quite good." Seeing alot of other patrons having some and overhearing another patron nearby ordering a serving.

Voight thought for a moment before responding, "I have, yes. On a Ritorian border world. Not that I should have been there." He added with a wry smile.

"I heard alot of things about them. But never actually met one." Samanthia tilted her head slightly to the side curious. "What are they like?" Accepting her trademark drink of orange slushie from a passing waitress.

"Honestly? I like them. They know what they want and they know exactly how to get it. They're shrewd and they're bloody ruthless. It's not hard to see why they've managed to take so much territory."

Samanthia nodded. "I've read all that stuff enroute... well the Fleet side of things as is. And of course the Archans," nodding towards the Planet of Archa IV coming into view. "Don't like them much. Still sore subject to them. Do you have a picture of these Ritorians?" Glances around the room. "I try to get one, but it's off limits to Civilians."

"I don't, no." Voight replied, looking at his companion quizzically. "I can try to source you one if you want. It'll cost though, naturally."

Samanthia gave a quick laugh, "Of course, as you're lucky that I dont charge normal prices for your patronage here," smiling humorously at him. "I'll give ya a tour of the Akiashiro Deck, next time you're in port." Standing up as she was motioned by one of her staff to come and deal with a situation. "Till next time, may the spacelanes be free of debris," laying a piece of paper for authorization of funds to be drawn out of her account within the Akiashiro's Merchant finance office to pay off her debt to him.

Voight glanced across at her. "All the best, Samanthia."

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Samanthia Akiashiro
Owner of Warp 12

Captain Berin Voight
Federation Merchant