Main sim-Deck 1 Conference room

Posted Sept. 14, 2020, 9:50 a.m. by Commander Garinder'Jen th'Jir (Executive Officer) (Gene Gibbs)

Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Main sim-Deck 1 Conference room

Posted by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) in Main sim-Deck 1 Conference room

Posted by Lieutenant Revna Edman (Counselor) in Main sim-Deck 1 Conference room
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Philosophy? Revna was still watching Shade, and she wasn’t getting much from him, and that made a growing pit gnaw at her stomach.

“Again with the vigilante,” Kelly repeated feeling a bit annoyed. It was not like they hoisted up the Jolly Roger and were keel hauling people. “We saw an issue and decided to make sure everyone was okay. You know as in hey do you need aid. Where are you getting the pillaging from?” She tried to keep her sarcasm to a minimum but the man was making it sound like her rendering aid was a kin to stripping down the shuttle and stealing all thier spare parts. “So Mr. Alfo are you the law in the quadrant by election or force?” If he was going to lob around terms like that Kelly would bat them right back.

“No, not the law… merely someone you sees opportunity. If I could reach my ends by a… nobler manner I would.”

Revna doubted Alfo would do anything by a nobler manner. He enjoyed his life and how he went about it, and if Ian and Kelly bought that line they might as well beam themselves into the endless expanse of space. Alfo would only use a nobler manner if it was easier and brought a greater profit, she would wager. He literally strutted in here like a peacock looking for a mate, and he enjoyed the presumption.

He looked around the room. “Your ship, your technology is very impressive, but you are alone… damaged.” He held up his hands, “Not nearly as wounded as to be easy prey but not fully healthy either.”

“My nacelles are ample enough,” she said. It was hard for her to hear the truth. Probably pride in the ship but almost entirely in her crew. They could do anything hat was needed but it wasn’t always necessary to do it alone. Her comment however did not stop Alfo who continued to talk and explain his point.

“Let’s not bring up your nacelles in public again, last time that enraged the Yridians when we found out that meant to fornicate with their mother in their native tongue.” Ian whispered in her ear as he looked back over at the two smiling.

“You are far from home, without allies, so without even a factum of data about you I know one of two things must be true. You either want to go home, or you want to stake your claim in this sector. In either case you need repair facilities, supplies, a base of operations… and maybe a friend?” Alfo spoke in a rich voice with an slightly affected lisp. “I can offer all of the aforementioned… and perhaps a cut. No matter what you may think of our operations, whether you want to work with us or not, money is something you certainly will need.”

Alfo and Shade making far too much sense

Revna kept her attention on Shade, but she didn’t like the sound of Alfo’s voice. Often a lisp makes one appear softer and weaker than you were, and though he obviously used the lisp regularly, Revna was sure it was all for sure. This man was not somone she would want to meet in a back ally alone.
Lt. Edman, Counselor

Kelly opened her mouth to speak and then paused ever so slightly. Alfo was speaking the truth plain and true. While Starfleet might not approve of the Atlantis cavorting with pirates or at least minimally people of lesser reputations, the powers that be made allies of the Ferengi. “So are you here to hire us for a job or help you with one?” As soon as the words left her mouth one other sentence popped into her mind. It was the unofficial motto of the ship. Its better to beg for forgiveness that ask for permission. This would not be the first time she had had to beg for forgiveness on bended knee and it wouldn’t be the last. One just purchased really good knee pads when you dealt with pencil pushers. At the end of the day it was about why you did something. If brass demanded an apology for something she did that saved lives or minimized a crisis, she was fine with giving them the lip service apology.

Captain Kelly Bordeaux

“No no… no one is hiring us… right?” Ian said with a wide eyed look as he glanced over at Kelly. The PR nightmare that would become if any whiff of that came out. “We lend aid, we fight off baddies… we don’t get hired… nor do we accept help from those that hurt others.” Ian said in a escaperated tone. None of this seemed to be going to plan. His job was to keep Kelly on a narrow path and defuse volitle situations, right now he felt like a powder keg was in the room.

Bordeaux, CDO

Alfo paused and looked at Ian. “Am I negotiating with the wrong person, Captain.” As his glance returned to Kelly. “Your aide seems to question every thing you say and hear, before you get to respond.”

“No I am the Captain of the ship. As to why Lt. Commander Bordeaux seems to question things....ever try to work with your spouse,” she let out a small laugh.

“Yes, of course.” Alfo tilted his head slightly. “He is a handsome man. I can see why you keep him around.”

Ian titled his eyebrow at the comment. Handsome or not, he was the one who often lead negotiations like this. It was the job he had been giving, make peace where possible, let Kelly blow up the rest. It’s a shock sometimes Chris didn’t request this ship sooner, her cavalier approach often reminded him of her.

He now looked as if he were addressing both of them. “I don’t presume to know what you are willing to do. If you want… work… I can find you that. If you want a cut of our profits to let us be on our way, I can arrange that too… The other option.. supplies, repairs, and or an alliance… well that is more of a two way street and it appears that you like to keep us at a disadvantage.”

Alfo and the slient Shade.

Revna’s voice was smooth, but low in volume as she spoke and it carried across the room, but they would have to listen carefully. She had often used this voice when a patient was troubled and needed to stop panicking and think. That wasn’t the purpose here, she simply wanted their attention. “You came to negotiate, and so far you have made offers, but no requests. It leaves me wondering what you want, or what you think you can get from us. And as of yet you have offered nothing that is of much consequence to us.” Kelly wanted Billy Bad Butt, well let them think they have nothing the ship needed. They did need repairs, they did need a safe place to do that. But to be the baddest meanest kid on the playground, you had to make sure no one KNEW that. “So what do you want Mr. Alfo? What is it you think you can get from us? And what do you really have to offer?”

Lt. Edman, Counselor

“To leave alive that’s what I want. A friend if you wish to be.” Alfo smirked at the counselor and waved his hands in a grand fashion with a bow. “The lamb does not make demands of the lion. You have us at a disadvantage, your Captain and her advisor has said as much with word, deed, and half veiled threat. If this is actually a fair negotiation, then let us be on our way and I will bid you a good day.” He turned to the Captain. “Are you what you claim to be… Captain… Explorers or those who use force to instill their will?”

Alfo, seizing opportunity offered

Kelly shifted in her seat looking at Alfo. “We have no intention of harming you. You will leave as you came whenever you choose to but,” she said in a neutral tone, “I am most interested in your offer to help us refill our supplies. You mentioned something about alliances and a commercial center,” Kelly asked.

Captain Kelly Bordeaux

“Supplies are easier.” He paused. “Our base of operations… is covert. I’m sure you understand. You could easily pretend to seek an arrangement and instead find our base and capture it. That level of arrangement requires trust.”

“If you could give me a list of your needs. We can continue our discussion.”


“We can ask our department heads what they need, I am sure we can find some things you might be able to help…” Ian said with a cautionary tone to his voice. He wasn’t still certain if this was the way to go, but it was the way they were going regardless.

Bordeaux, CDO

Revna was not leaving the dynamic duo of Bordeaux alone to fall into the trap that Alfo was attempting to lead them into, and that was to divide them. Odinson was watching, hopefully he remembered. She moved her hands to her lab and one began tapping out a silent and strange rhythm. Morse Code. They’d used it as children. She requested a list of non sensitive materials for each department and two additional items. A gift for their guests from the captain. The first for Shade, the statue and consummate soldier–a Leatherman multi-tool. And for Alfo. Well Alfo was very concerned with his appearance and he liked “handsome” things. A black horned comb bejeweled with amethyst. It was on her desk in her quarters. Alfo was fond of his hair and he should like the ornate gift. She didn’t know how they would get it to her, transporter perhaps, so that it mysteriously appeared. But the more mystery the better.
Lt. Edman, Counselor

One deck above, D’vash continued to pay close attention to the conversation taking place when he noticed the tapping coming from Revna. He smirked when he realized that she still remembered the Morse Code from all those years ago. In her position, she probably didn’t have much opportunity to use it, where he still found it handy in certain situations. After deciphering the dots and dashes in his head, he send a comm to the quartermaster to either retrieve the items she had asked for or replicate them, then deliver them to Mardusk who waited outside the conference room. It was he that should deliver them to Revna.

“Would you like to come for dinner. You mentioned trust and I can think of no better way to learn to trust someone than over dinner. Unless we are on a time table for you to get back,” Kelly asked looking at Shade and Alfo. “You are more than welcome to invite a few more of your senior staff if you so choose.” Depending if he accepted and who Alfo brought over was who Kelly would invite on her end. Loose lips often sunk ships and she always felt diplomatic functions were easier when food was being served than when it wasn’t.

Captian Kelly Bordeaux

“I feel as if I should invite you to my ship, so that you might enjoy the foods of my sector of space.” Alfo paused as he looked at Shade. “It would be both prudent and imprudent to bring some of my top officers. But you have me and my ship at such a disadvantage already putting my entire command structure in your hands… no matter how noble would be unwise.”


After confirmation of the order, he went back to observing Alfo and Shade. Something about the two was causing more suspicion than it should. He had to wonder if they really the officers they claimed to be. Alfo was the mouthpiece, but he occasionally looked to Shade lmost to ask what he was saying was right. Was Shade really the one in charge, letting Alfo pretend so that he could observe and learn. . . .

Odinson (CIO)

“Then dinner at your place,” Kelly immediately agreed. Seeing what they were up against was far better than guessing. She didn’t believe for one second Alfo and Shade were as helpless as he continued to preach against the Atlantis. The also did not have the crew roster so whoever Kelly stuck in a uniform their new friends would have to believe as fact. This meant Odinson and Mardusk could don a security uniform and be armed which was probably far deadlier than anyone imagined. “So how many crew am I allowed to bring over,” she asked not looking anywhere but straight ahead trying not to smirk at the mental images in her mind of Mardusk wearing an Ensign uniform. The man would definitely have to work on the swagger of his stride. No ensign was ever that confident.

Captian Kelly Bordeaux

Alfo paused, surprised that the Captain agreed so readily. Either the Captain was very trusting or very secure in the knowledge that the Atlantis could defeat them at will. “Half a dozen, enough to be social not to many as to be overwhelming.” He spared Shade a sidelong glance, to which Shade almost imperceptibly shrugged.

Revna still had her focus on Shade. Trying to decipher that man was like trying to argue with a brick wall. There was nothing there, well almost nothing. Alfo kept glancing at him for confirmation. Either because he trust Shade’s judgement or to make sure he was playing a part well. She was curious to see their reactions to the captain’s gifts she’d arranged. She had no doubt that they would arrive. She was also very curious to see what Shade’s reaction would be to Kelly agreeing to have dinner on their ship.
Lt. Edman, Counselor

“Your teleportation device… could it return us to my ship as readily as it removed us from the shuttle?” (The pirate ship had polarized their hull - similarly to the tech level of other ships that they had encountered - At the magnitude of polarization it would prevent a transport) “Then we would not have to go through the bother of going to the shuttle.”

Alfo and Shade

Jen cut in through the comms units .. =^= Their ship hull is polarized. Not strong but transporters are a no go through them. =^=

“It could,” Kelly agreed but wasn’t ready to announce that their polarized hull might cause issues like it did at the starbase with the Lorn, “but your shuttle would just be floating around space. It would make no sense to have you just leave it in space would it Mr. Shade?” Kelly looked at Alfo and then back at Shade for an answer.

Captain Kelly Bordeaux

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