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A Chance Meeting

Posted on Tue Mar 21st, 2017 @ 2:00am by Petty Officer 1st Class Cole Michaels & Lieutenant Kashka Ishtar

Mission: S02E01: Rebirth
Location: ISS Vanguard: Corridors
Timeline: Current

A thin, lithe woman stood at an intersection between two cross-sectional corridors in the bowels of the Vanguard, watching the flow of traffic from one section of the ship to another. the lower third of her mouth obscured by the black mask that ran from the bottom of her eyes to her chin. She enjoyed people watching, it was one of the things she had always been good at.

The dear captain had asked her to come to his ship and keep an eye on the crew, to prevent the flow of information from leaving the ship. The captain did have faith in his new officers, but with so many of his crew just coming aboard, he was not confident that everyone who came aboard was who they said were.

That was when she saw possibly the most out of place person on the ship. He was clearly the youngest person on the ship, and that concerned her. Despite her appearance, she had survived the Fall, and she knew what young crewmembers had to do back then, She knew that the dear Captain was not like that and did not allow that to occur, but she felt the inane desire to keep an eye on this kid.

Kashka took a step away from the intersection and fell into step beside the young crewman.

"Hello my dear," She said in a soft voice that seemed to be drowned in the din of the hurrying masses.

Cole looked up at her both intrigued and a bit frightened at the same time. He kept walking as though nothing was amiss and strangely clad women making a sudden appearance beside him was a common occurrence. His mental shields went up and he forced a smile. "Hello," he returned, "who are you?"

Kashka's smile went unnoticed as she continued to walk with the young man. She glanced over to him and winked. "My dear, my name is Kashka, I am a 'problem solver' and it appears to me, that you may have a problem."

Cole almost stopped walking and just stopped himself before he did so, "And, what problem do you think I have?"

Kashka's eyes appeared to give the appearance that she was smiling under her cowl. "It must be hard to be a new captain's Yeoman, unsure how to please a man who can quite easily rip the thoughts from your head." She looked at him knowingly, she didn't need any special intuition to know what this young man was doing on this ship, since the establishment of the Confederacy and its Academy, the only reason to have younger personnel aboard was because they were apprenticing under an existing officer prior to joining, and the Command tabard on his tunic left little doubt to that role.

"It is difficult," he admitted, though what he did not tell her that it would be hard for anyone to pull thoughts out of his head. "But why would you want to help? I've found that most people in this universe only do something that benefits them."

Kashka smiled again as they continued to walk, the two still managed to blend into the flow of bodies through the ship. A quick movement of her hand revealed a small black Imperial Service ID that bore a genuine Seal of the Terran Empire and the crest of the Imperial Hand, the elite secret security force of the former Emperor.

"I have an idea what it is like to be the small being, the exploited one," she said quietly as she made her ID disappear into an unseen pocket. She straightened and looked over at the Petty Officer. "As for payment, you are the Captain's Yeoman, you will know things my Dear, things that even I would not be privy to. I'm not looking to subvert the Dear Captain, just want to keep an eye on things, as I'm hearing rumblings, it seems the xenophobes are getting active again."

"That does make sense," Cole said. His eyes had gotten a little larger when he'd seen her ID, his only visible reaction to the revelation. He was skeptical she was being entirely forthcoming, but that was life in the modern age. "So, now that I know what you want from me, how exactly are you going to help me?"

Kashka raised an eyebrow, she had used the cover of being a member of the Imperial Hand numerous times and while it had benefited her a number of times, but she had the advantage of it being the closest to being the actual her. She was surprised that the kid had to ask.
"I've been around for a while, and I can tell an argument when I see one, my dear," she took him by the elbow and led him down a nearby corridor, once they were out of the flow of traffic, she took him by the shoulders so she could look at him square in the face, at this distance, it was obvious that her yellow irises sitting in orange sclera where biological, not cosmetic in nature. "Because I am one as well." she finished.

"How do you do it?" he asked.

Kashka raised an eyebrow and released the boy from her grasp. She stood straight and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's an acquired skill my Dear, something that I can teach you if you like."

"I would like that," he said.

Kashka smiled, her expression, however, was obscured by her cowl. "Excellent, my Dear. Now you have things to do, I will come find you again."

Cole smiled, as he turned to leave. He wasn't sure if had made a friend or not, he still didn't fully trust the woman, but at least getting to know her would be an interesting challenge.

 

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By Lieutenant Lucas Jacobs on Tue Mar 21st, 2017 @ 4:22am

good post