Posted Aug. 24, 2020, 4:38 a.m. by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O'Harra (Head of Mining Operations) (Melissa Aragon)
Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in Mining doesn’t happen with whispers… On the surface at the new catacombs
Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Mining doesn’t happen with whispers… On the surface at the new catacombs
Posted by Civilian Brianna “Bree” O’Harra (Head of Mining Operations) in Mining doesn’t happen with whispers… On the surface at the new catacombs
SNIP
Ur g looked at her, his expression unchanging. He reached forward slowly and grabbed a handful of the front of her shirt and lifted her sliwly off the ground and put her face to face with him. “Never… and I mean never… talk to me like that again. I have been nothing but honest with you, O’Harra. Remember that.” and he lowered her to about a foot off the ground and then dropped her.
“Okay! Let’s see what’s in the crates. Open them up and let’s get an inventory!” he said excitedly and with a huge grin, as if the previous twenty seconds had never happened. His guards immediately began doing as instructed, a level of tension left the room so quickly it was almost audible.
House Duroc
She cried out a sharp gasp and grabbed his wrist with both her hands as he lifted her. His words shook her but she merely clenched her jaw and nodded once in a short silent acknowledgement. To her personal relief, she didn’t sputter some groveling apology.
When he turned to walk away, she took a moment to gather herself, afraid if she took a step, her legs would betray her and drop her where she stood. “The couple I opened had mixed results in them. I gather,” she took a breath to steady herself and turn to him, “that’s they’re gathering where they can and using this as staging till crates are full for shipping or distribution.”
Brianna
HoM
Fire Born
(Stupid lucky hehehe)Urg went to one of the crates and picked up an ‘artifact’ and examined it. It was a Romulan statue of a woman holding the head of another woman. Urg looked at for a moment, said “Fake.” flatly, and then chucked it against the wall by Brianna, shattering it into pieces. Inside were small pebbles of some kind of purple and silvery mineral. Urg then started doing the same to the other ‘artifacts’.
Lord Duroc
She couldn’t help it, Brianna came up beside Urg laughing. “Ok I get they’re fake. But please stop throwing them around. It really does litter up the place.” She gently laid a hand on his arm. “Please…” she added a bit more nicely than usual. “Besides, even studying fakes would allow us some insight into who these folks were working for.
“Bah!” the giant Klingon said and smashed another because he could, but then held off. “Tal Shiar aren’t so sloppy as to allow such a clue to be available. But feel free to waste your time.” and he rummaged through the rest of the crates.
As her hand dropped from his arm, she noticed the pebbles and minerals in the crate. “Hang on… what’s this?” She gingerly reached to grasp a small handful of thre stones. Cautiously because she didn’t know if they had sharp edges.
Brianna
HoM
Fire Born“How should I know? I thought you were a miner or something?” he said as he glanced back to look before picking up the Romulan body by the belt around it’s waist. The corpse dangled at an odd angle as the body was hanging from the belt, but face up. Urg slung it onto the pallet in the corner and then drew a large knife and knelt beside the body, his frame shielding what he was doing form view, but not stopping the sounds of cloth… and then flesh… being cut.
Urg’tohn, Lord Duroc
Bree frowned but didn’t question what the Klingon was doing in the corner. As long as he didn’t come offer her the heart of the enemy, she was fine. Rolling the stones over and over in her hand, watching the purple and silver pebbles glisten in the limited light, she frowned trying to think. “Perhaps it’s lepidolite. Literally crystallized lithium. The mines on Earth are all but played out. I’m curious where they got it.” She moved to another crate, opened it and broke it on the side of the crate, the pieces falling into the container versus the floor this time. Another handful of the pieces fell out. “So the containers are merely transporting the stones. But why?” She glanced around the area. “Who would need crystallized lithium?”
Sticking the stones in her pocket, she went to one of the guards that had accompanied them. “Go back to the base camp. I want a couple small cameras to plant here. Perhaps we can find who left them and who they are taking them to. I also need some tracking tags to tuck down in a couple of the crates. If there aren’t any there, I have a few of both in a black case under the bench on my shuttle. Maybe we can figure out who is using this spot for smuggling.” She sincerely hoped it wasn’t the newest entrepreneur on the station. He had come to her eager to sell whatever the mines played out. Perhaps he was also jumping the gun on sales of things ‘not’ from OED.
Brianna
HoM
Fire Born
(not an eater of hearts)
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