New Allies - New Enemies

Posted on Tue Aug 5th, 2014 @ 12:52am by Vendenje Kamdram & Samanthia Akiashiro

Mission: Vagrants, Vagabonds, and Thieves
Location: Brig
Timeline: Current

Samanthia, one of the infamous Akiashiro Clan Merchant Consortium, except she was known to run a lounge called the Warp-12 up on the main Promanade. After being on the station, Everyone hears of the Akiashiro's and their exclusiveness of owning an entire deck. Being excorted back to her detention cell after a brief conference with her lawyer. She nodded to the man next to her cell.

The man in the next cell had a dour expression. His face, rough and grizzled, was unshaven and smudged with dirt or oil, and what looked like specks of long-dried blood. His shoulder-length hair was lank, dirty, and fell around his head in greasy strands. It was brown, though streaks of gray had begun to shoot through it. He had a short, broad frame that was hidden under the folds of a very old, longcoat that seemed to be made of thick cured leather. Under that was what appeared to have once been a white shirt, now stained a dirty tan color, and heavy leather pants trailed down to a pair of grease-caked boots.

The face was weathered but handsome - his nose ridges and rusting, ornate earring gave him away as Bajoran, and his faded green eyes glanced over to the woman. He knew her - not personally, they had never met, nor had they ever talked, but he was aware of who she was.

No one knew who he was. Well, he thought. Almost no one. He inhaled and then slowly pulled himself off of the bench. He tilted his head slightly as he stared at the woman. An uncomfortable silence fell on them as his eyes remained fixed. She had long dark hair, and deep blue eyes that he could see men falling into. She was attractive, but he wondered what else she was, under the pretty face. "So," he began, suddenly breaking the silence. His voice was heavy, and carried a graveled roughness from years of an unhealthy smoke-weed habit. "How much blame can I rest on you for me being in here?"

Samanthia looked at the Captain, "None. That crate wasn't even part of your shipment. Blame it on that Ensign whose phaser happy!" She looked him over with slight interest. Thinking to her self ~~He would be good looking if he just cleaned himself up a bit.~~

The man looked annoyed for a moment. "Do someone a favor, and look what it gets you," he muttered. "So why are you here?" he asked.

"Some trumped up charges of smuggling, resisting arrest and all that good garbage. All because I failed to pick up the crate yesterday." Samanthia sighed the the sigh of the misjudged unfortunate. But in her eyes there lay the hidden intelligence. "Then Ensign had the audacity to threaten me with a phaser! And threw me to the ground and rabbit punch me in my back! Can you believe that? You would think that Federation Fleet Security were a bit more restrained, not like the Stormtrooper Marines!" While complaining, it was obvious she was checking him out. "So you got dragged in on charges also?"

The man shrugged. "Looks like," he said as he walked across his tiny cell to the far wall. He ran a rough, callous hand across the smooth wall, his fingers carefully exploring the surface. There did not appear to be any creases or grooves in it, but he seemed to be looking for something. "Gets to a point when you stop paying attention to the charges," he said.

"So you just then hang out here for a free meal or two? Till they get tired of having you here?" Samanthia was curious as she laid on her stomach, propped up by her elbows and nylon stocking covered feet in the air behind her.

There was a slight hiss sound and a panel came away. All of the brig cells had them - a hidden panel so that the occupant didn't get bored and go pawing where they didn't belong. The innards weren't supposed to contain anything more than a backup relay, so no way to actually kill the containment field, right? The man smiled. "Hang out?" He looked back at her. "Who has time to just hang out?"

Samanthia eyes widen a bit as the panel was exposed. "You know alot about these Brig Cells," She watched him. "What's your name? So I'll know who give a free drink to."

"I've been in a lot of these brig cells," he admitted. He reached into the panel and ran his fingers along the back of it. He couldn't see into it with his hand there, as the opening was fairly small, but he could feel the control panel inside. It was a tricky thing, but if one did it just right, they could completely short out the cell. If you did it wrong, you probably just killed yourself. He paused for a moment and looked at her. "Kam," he said.

"Nice to meet ya. I'm Samanthia." She said watching him with interest and glancing around her cell.

He withdrew his hand from the narrow panel and walked towards her again. "So," he said, "tell me more about this Ensign of yours."

"Ensign Sivity? If she had it her way. She would shoot you first and then question." Samanthia wince as she moved wrong. "She aint mine. You own your ship?"

Kam narrowed his eyes slightly, but remained aloof. "Something like that." He swept his hair back with a quick motion of his hand. "What's her job on the station?" He asked. "She in that cargo hold a lot?"

"She's security. I dunno. I'm rarely go to the Cargo Bay. I was missing a shipment of liquors and went there to get it."

"Hnh," Kam grunted. "Security." It narrowed things down a bit. Maybe Gunning knew her, Kam thought. "So what is your connection to the crate?" he asked.

"It carried my stock of liquors for my lounge on the promenade and the Dive on the lower decks." Samanthia spoke, not bringing up the bit about the other liquors.

Kam grunted. A drink sounded good, he thought. "Real alcohol?" he asked.

"For cash payment only. The other crap, synthohol that is from replicators is free. The Dive serves only the real stuff." Samanthia spoke looking over at Kam.

Kam nodded. "So, did they take your whole shipment?" He asked.

"Probably. The real good stuff will end up in someone possession." Samanthia shrugged and began to stretch her muscles, grimacing through the pain. "They should drop the charges for all in the cargo bay. My families lawyer is working out a deal." Bent side to side to get the muscles loose and the blood flowing again. With her hands on her hips, tightened the front of her blouse up some, giving more definition to her physique. She was the type of lady who took good care of herself without being overly vain about it yet took pride in her appearance. "

Kam noticed the way she moved. He didn't mind. "What would you pay someone to get it back for you?" he asked.

Samanthia looked thoughtful, "2/3rds of the going market rate." Glanced at him. "For now till I see how dependable you are. Of course there will be incentive bonuses for excellent services provided." Being vague and letting him know that she had dabbled in dealing with smugglers before. She finished up with her back stretches and settled down on the bunk again as that was the only seating arrangement there was currently going at the moment.

Kam lofted a brow and smirked. He reached his hand back into the narrow panel. After a few moments of concentration the field that held him in his cell began to surge and flicker. There was a sharp pop sound and the field faded away. Kam replaced the plate that covered the hidden panel and stepped out of his cell. A moment later and the forcefield came back online as though nothing had ever happened. He adjusted his coat slightly and stood in front of Samantha's cell. "I'll know more in a couple of days, but you should have your booze back by the end of the week," he promised. "Then we can talk about those other bonuses," he added wryly.

"Good luck," Samanthia nodded to him as she laid back on the bed, feeling much better. Hoping that her lawyer would show up soon with the good news of her release.

Kam paused. "I don't need luck," he said.

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Samanthia Akiashiro

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Vendenje Kamdram