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Evil Is Skin Deep - Faye's Quarters

Posted Jan. 23, 2021, 8:21 a.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Commander Ardashir “Jack” Creed (Executive Officer / CIO) in Evil Is Skin Deep - Faye’s Quarters
Ardashir had gotten the details back, as he expected Agent Vector wasn’t who they claimed. SI had been wanting to take them into custody, as a life operative could be very important in obtaining new information. This though had left him with some loose ends. Faye had technically worked with an enemy agent, but she had not known the source of the agent and that much his team agreed on. Still, from the past missions Faye had been on, the technology and knowledge she processed, she had become a liability that elements of SI that had been following her felt it might be better to contain than to let roam free.

Contain, those words irritated Jack when he had heard them in his office. Contain could mean many things, but the main thing it would mean was a lack of choice and freedom. Jack didn’t really like that, as Faye seemed far more valuable than that. Luckily for both Jack and Faye, they agreed. Jack hadn’t needed to invoke his right to obtain new members of his team outside of incorporating Celina as an informant. He had used local squads and teams on the raids and missions before he had taken ‘shore’ leave’ on in the past.

That though wasn’t an option as much anymore, he needed a team and he was giving a gift. Faye was talented and smart, someone who knew her way around a phaser and could blend into a crowd. Plus, and perhaps this was more of Jack’s humanity than anything, he had promised Shara he would give her daughter a fair shake. That promise might not have meant a lot to others, but Jack felt a certain obligation to fulfill it.

Coming to Faye’s door, PaDD in hand Ardashir paged as he waited for her to answer. It had been 24 hours since Jack had learned unveiled Agent Vector, he hopped that could be enough to let her process and focus on the things he needed to tell her.

Creed, XO/CIO

“Come in,” came Faye’s voice, sounding calm and yet wary. There were only a handful of people who knew she was here and that they could be here.

Faye’s small quarters were neat and tidy, but also fairly bare. She didn’t seem to have a lot of personal effects, save for perhaps a surprising number of plants tucked in nooks and corners of her place. There was a shelving unit with grow lights where trays of tiny seedlings had recently sprouted. In addition to a small sofa and a small dining table, she had a side table in a corner with some sort of cooking implement (a personal oven of some sort), and there was a desk with a small stack of padds. The computer was shut off.

Yoga mat stretched out in the middle of her quarters, Faye stood in in a wide lounge, arms extended out past her sides, her torso and head facing forward to a side wall where the plants were growing. In a fitted tank and leggings, she stretched backwards, tilting her back arm down and turned her head towards the door.

Seeing it was Creed, Faye felt suddenly uncomfortable. “Computer, pause playback.” She stepped out of her warrior pose and stepped forward off the side of the mat. “What can I do for you, Commander?”

~Faye Calloway


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