Trouble Brewing

Posted on Sun Jun 28th, 2015 @ 3:00pm by Samanthia Akiashiro
Edited on on Wed Jul 1st, 2015 @ 12:27pm

Mission: Ill Tidings
Location: SB -332

With the small branch of the Orion Syndicate bleeding off the Refugees with promises of a better future with a job and paid passage had gotten the population of the Refugees lowered as they continued to siphon them off into indentured servitude or outright slavery in other parts of the galaxy.

Samanthia guard detail had slackened quite a bit as the more important members of the Akiashiro Clan required them for their protection. It seemed that another Merchant Clan was trying to muscle into the Monopoly of the Akiashiro Fiefdom. She was growing tired of the uniformed Akiashiro Guards as they scared off the more shadier clientele of the Dive. Which were the life blood of business of the lower deck tavern.

Samanthia sighed softly as she paused at the Security Desk on the Akiashiro level when one of the Guards called out to her. "You have a letter, Miss Samanthia." She moved over to the desk and checkpoint as the guard fetched her message.

She took the plain envelope with her name on it from the guard, "thanks," She pocketed it and moved through the checkpoint. Taking notice how much quieter it was. She looked around as she took advantage of ditching her escort, jumping into the turbolift and headed on down to the Dive.

She opened the envelope and read the message.

We need to talk, Meet Observation Lounge 23:30 White dress. Isotep

She sighed as she tore up the message and envelope. Stepping off the turbolift on Deck 2301, she made her way to her lower deck club for the rougher element of the Starbase and locals to let off steam. As she passed by a trash receptacle, she dropped the torn up message into it.

Down here on the lower decks, refugees had learned not to leave the more spacious umbrella portion of the station. Cause a lot of them disappeared to become MIA. She smiled softly, wishing the Promenade levels were free of them. She wrinkled her nose as she heard the blasting noise and conversations up ahead that drew the patrons to The Dive.

She walked in, looking over the scattered patrons, seeing new faces amongst the regulars. She moved to the bar to her favorite spot, feeling the eyes of the newer patrons on her. She was flattered that she could still draw attention of others. Few of the regulars waved to her as she passed them, getting a nod in return, some received a smile from her.

Zeb just looked at her as she approached the bar. "Forget something?" watching her as he prepped a drink for her.

Samanthia took a seat at her usual spot at the bar. "Elder needed the shuttle to make an off station run." Accepting the drink from Zeb. "Leaving me stranded till the shuttle returns." Taking a sip of the drink, taking notice of a gentleman with two henchmen take seats at the bar.

Zeb just nodded to her as he moved off abruptly to deal with the newcomers. She listened as it was obvious that by the way they was dressed, they definitely didn't belong in the Dive. Zeb took their order and mentioned that she already had a drink. But he shrugged as he took the extra latium from them and squirreled it away in the drop box out of sight of the customers.

Samanthia instinctively knew these guys were going to be trouble. Even they were focused on their business and drinking, the one that held the money was going to be trouble. Hoping that they had nothing to do with Mr. Isotep or the information she found.

She finished up her drink and left, wondering what Isotep needed her to do. She made her way to the turbolift and entered. "Deck 1403," She spoke as she realized that she wasn't alone in the turbolift. She took a look at the gentleman. her eyes widen at seeing the gentleman from the Dive in with her. She wondered how he gotten ahead of her.

"Greeting Miss." He spoke giving her a friendly smile. "Going to the Restricted Deck." Getting her attention by the that announcement.

"Business," Samanthia replied simply as the turbolift rose up the central stem of the Star Base. "New to the station?"

"Got in several weeks ago. Miss." His eyes traversed to look at her hands to confirm she was single or married. He smiled as there was no ring or evidence of a ring gracing her ring fingers. "How about a drink?" Giving her his most charming smile.

"I just had one as you're aware of." Samanthia gave him a neutral smile., glancing at the numbers as they decreased as the lift rose.

He gave a soft masculine laugh, "Must've been my brother you've seen," staying the proper distance from her.

She nodded as it came to light that there were twins. She just met the other half. "What brings you out this way?" She moved away from him to lean against the safety railing in the lift.

"Open market for our goods and a place to service our ships before heading out into the galactic south." He spoke looking her over. "What keeps you here?"

"Business manager and family," Samanthia replied, sizing him up and wishing for a least one Akiashiro Security Guard was present. But she had ditched them.

"It got to be important to have access to a restricted deck. What type of business you run here on the station?" He asked showing polite curiosity.

"I run a lounge and tavern." Samanthia spoke softly, watching him move closer to lean on the railing next to her. She could smell his cologne and it sure wasn't her favorite.

"We provide restaurant supplies, liquors and foods from all over the galaxy." He boasted a bit as the turbolift came to a stop and the doors opened.

"I'll keep you in mind." Samanthia stepped off the lift onto deck 1403. Thankful to be out of the reach of his overpowering cologne.

She turned away and moved to the checkpoint being manned by the Security of Akiashiro. She forgot about him, hearing the turbolift doors close behind her. Her mind turned to the upcoming meeting she had later. She definitely didn't need her security team tagging along.

Arriving at her apartment on Deck 1403, Samanthia hurried through softly lit apartment to her room. Quickly changing into the desired clothing, she just hoped that the guy she had met on the turbolift had moved on to wherever he was going.