Posted March 26, 2023, 8:57 p.m. by Lieutenant Tandra Mika (Counselor) (Lucas Foxley)
Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Reconnections and Involuntary Opportunities
Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Reconnections and Involuntary Opportunities
Posted by Civilian Eryn Romanov (Colonial Intelligence Agent) in Reconnections and Involuntary Opportunities
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It was the day after he and Jezem had that long feels chat. He didn’t know where that came from, and he sort of hoped it never happened again. It brought up a lot of uncomfortable questions Shivan had no answers for and really didn’t want to think about. Yet, they wouldn’t get out of his head. He’d needed a break from that obnoxiously large house and his obnoxiously colorful room and he’d needed a bit of a break from Jezem too, so he was out on the town.He had strict orders to stay out of trouble. That wouldn’t be a problem. His injury was still decently fresh, though he could move around alright now, with rests. Dressed in the garments of Orion dancers, the stitched-up wound was visible, still discolored from his brawl with Jezem. The wrapped cloths covered little more than what they needed to. They came up, across his chest, over his shoulders, and down his back, with a cloth covering his more sensitive areas. It was stylish dress, for an Orion. It was comfortable and easy for Shivan to put on. And he liked that, like Jezem had said the day before, it appeared to be distracting. No one looked at his face. No one cared who he was. Gave hiding in plain sight a new meaning.
Taking a seat on a short wall in front of some building, he gave a soft sigh. Jezem had given him a few days’ break from finding a job, to consider all that ‘find yourself and love yourself’ crap. Shivan didn’t know what to do with the free time. Still aware there were those looking for him, he kept a careful eye out around himself. He tried to remind himself, like Jezem had said, no one would be out this far. He needed to keep from looking suspicious.
~ Thyr Th’arialat
People moved in and out and around. They were busy and had their own lives to deal with. They didn’t notice much else. Even those that noticed Shivan forgot him soon after. It wasn’t the general populace that he had to worry about.
Eryn had felt familiar presences in passing yesterday and that had pulled her out into the people today. It was hard to miss her quarry. She moved silently behind him and sat on the wall three feet away. “An Andorian in Orion clothing. Now I have zeen it all. I see Jezem has,” her eyes traveled over him and landing on the stitched and bruised wound, “finally rubbed off more zhan blood and skin from you.”
Eryn
Shivan jumped three feet into the air at the sound of a familiar voice. What was with this place?! He glanced at Eryn with a groan, “What the hell are you doing here?” He shrugged, “Jezem isn’t the one who stabbed me. This time. The clothes are an effective camouflage… Or so I thought.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “No one looks at my face, notices anything about me besides what I’m wearing.”
Eryn grinned like a wolf. “Here? On zhis vall? Talking to you. Here on Oed. Zhis is my home, and you know how I feel about my home.” Eryn nodded, “Oh yes, zhis…” she waived at the scraps of fabric, “is quite effective for drawing zhe eye. However you vill be remembered, not your face, but you vill. Andorians do not usually vear such trappings.” Eryn shrugged as if that didn’t matter much.
“Exactly. Not my face. That’s the goal. They might remember the Andorian in the Orion clothes but if asked, they couldn’t saw what I looked like.” He shrugged, “Besides that, they are surprisingly comfortable.”
Then he paused and gave her a critical look, “Whoever asks, you didn’t see me. You haven’t seen me anytime recently. You don’t even know whether I’m alive. Understand?” Or was he going to have to very swiftly find a way off this rock? Eryn could turn him into the Federation… or the Syndicate. Either way, he’d end up dead.
~ Thyr
Eryn shrugged again. “I have no reason to tell anyone about you.” She gave him a hard look. “And you do remember zhe last person to try and force information from me? Yes? You and your vell being are safe vith me.” She leaned back on her hands, stretched her legs out and crossed them at the ankles - completely at ease. “I am more interested in vhy you are here. On your own or has zhat gods-forsaken syndicate ship come vith you?”
Romanov
Shivan nodded. “It can’t be forced from you, that I’m sure of. What I’m more worried about is your being compelled to turn me in, for whatever reason.” He shook his head. “On my own. Pavlajia is gone. I haven’t heard from Jezem in over a year and the others are scattered around Federation space.” Unsure how trustworthy she was, he wasn’t going to tell her about Jezem. If she had any dealings with the Syndicate, she’d likely know about the price on his head. But on the off chance she didn’t, he wasn’t going to give that information up. Nor that he was also wanted by the Federation.
~ Thyr
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