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Side Sim - New Home Means New Possibilities

Posted June 15, 2019, 7:42 p.m. by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Merchant) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Captain Briony of Krios (Outgoing Commanding Officer) in Side Sim - New Home Means New Possibilities

Posted by Civilian Micah Pikelsimer (Merchant / Undercover FedSec Agent) in Side Sim - New Home Means New Possibilities
Three Weeks Ago…

Michah Pikelsimer sat on the couch in the living room of his apartment in San Francisco. It wasn’t a big place, but the building was kept up well and the view was amazing. It was late at night, and the former Marine and Star Fleet officer was watching the news vid and listening to the anchor drone on about some economic conference on Delta V when the communications terminal across the room beeped. With a long exhale, he stood up and made his way to the desk and tapped a metallic finger onto the interface to accept the call. The screen flickered for a moment, a sign he knew meant the transmission was being heavily encrypted. “Must be work.” he muttered to himself and took a seat in the chair at the desk. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t expecting a call from Federation Security, his employer. He had finished his last assignment two months ago. Then there was the weeks of debriefing and depositions to ensure the case was tried successfully. After that, he had taken a few weeks off. The call was the official end of vacation. A moment later, the screen came on.

A face Pikelsimer hadn’t seen in quite some time came into view. She looked at the screen, held up one finger, and the screen flickered again and then stabilized. “There. Now we have some privacy.” came a sultry voice and a smile. “How are you, Micah?” Pikelsimer looked at the face, and he could feel his heart beat quicken. “Mase. I’m good. How are you? Didn’t think I would be hearing from you.”

“Oh? And why is that? Maybe because I asked you to marry me and you said no?” she replied with a twinkle in her eye. “Micah, that was three years ago. And Drake and I quite happy. You remember Drake?” she asked innocently.

The frown on Pikelsimer’s face spoke volumes. “Yep.” was all the grizzled Marine said in reply. There was a long, uncomfortable silence, broken by the woman on the other end of the line.

“Well.” she said said and looked away a moment. “That was about as much fun as I thought it would be.” she said in a tone dripping with sarcasm. “You just have to make things difficult, don’t you?”

“Me?” came a quick and somewhat loud response from the grizzled former Marine-turned-Federation Security Agent. “Hun, you might want to take a breath and reevaluate the circumstances here. You called me. I had exactly piss and all to do with this.”

The woman on the other end jabbed a finger at the screen. “Just like you to try and make this my fault, you old cyborg!” she said, a shrillness creeping into her voice that probably wasn’t intended.

“Maybe in the past, sure. But this time? This is all you, baby.” he said, his metal hand clenching into a fist.

“Don’t you ‘baby’ me, you ass! You gave up the right to call me that when you left!”

Pikelsimer actually stood up and yelled at the screen. “Left? The Agency sent me to Vulcan for six months and when I came back you and Drake were all lovey-dovey! And don’t give me any bull about how you pined away for me. I’m a Federation Security Agent. I checked. You two were and item two weeks after I left.”

“Really?” she replied with the same standing and yelling. “You are FedSec? Oh, wow. I didn’t know. Except that I’m your freakin’ Section Chief, you hard-headed jackass! And I proposed, you said no, and then hopped on a transport the next day! You didn’t even say goodbye!”

You knew I was leaving!! You sent me!! And I didn’t say goodbye because I didn’t think it was goodbye! I was just going on an assignment. I thought we could talk it through, but noooooo… you had to hop in the sack with Drake a week after I was gone!” he yelled, his face turning red and the veins in his forehead throbbing. Then suddenly, he just collapsed back into his chair. Mase was silent, her mouth hanging slightly open, a look of confusion and shock on her face.

“But… I thought…” and her voice trailed off.

Pikelsimer grunted out a soft dismissive chuckle. “No, Mase. You didn’t. You did like you normally do… you reacted without all the facts. You went with your gut and, like I always told you… your gut is pretty f-ing stupid. You should use your head more.” he said with a look out the window. Pikelsimer was a hard man, but there was one point that would always be a chink in his otherwise impregnable armor… Mase Conrad, Assistant Director. Federation Security Covert Operations.

Shaking his head, Pikelsimer forced himself to look at the screen. “What do you want, Mase? I’m on vacation.”

Mase shook her head and said “Business. Right. Not like I expected anything else.” and she looked away from the screen for a moment at something below the monitor.

“You have new orders. We are putting assets in place in some of the more remote Federation regions. You were picked for an undercover assignment to Magellan Station. Know it?”

“Heard of it.” Pikelsimer replied without emotion. “Somewhere out between the Klingons and Rommies. Marine detachment there, I think.” he said flatly.

“Exactly. We don’t have eyes there, so that’s where you come in. A lot of traffic moves through that section of space. And more than a few baddies pop their heads up in and around there. You get to get chummy with them and build some cases so we can start knocking a few of those heads down a peg or three. With your background, the higher ups feel that you’d be an ideal fit for the assignment. You served in the Marines and Star Fleet, so you should get along with the crew well enough. But you get to play bad guy for a while, Micah.” Mase said with a slight smile, as if she knew that would appeal to the agent. “Your are hereby ordered to make your way to Magellan Station where you will pose as a trader and merchant. Your name will be yours, but your involvement with us will only be known to the Commanding Officer and the Security Chief. Your records have been altered to show that you spent the past five years building up a small but successful and highly particular shipping and import-export business. Hints have been dropped over the past while that you are using your history and contacts in the military arena to move products… particularly arms. You are to develop relations with smugglers, mercenaries, black market traffickers… whomever we can either use for intel or as informants, or make a case against and put on ice. You are to assist the station as needed with civilian law enforcement, but only in a covert manner. We need a player in the game, so you get the chair. We will do our best to stack the deck in your favor, but you will be on your own a lot. And yeah, I know that’s how you like it. But we need actionable intelligence, or solid arrests that we can prosecute. Observe and report is the priority. Keep the casualties to a minimum whenever possible, we clear?

“Crystal. I’m on it. Send my kit, will you?” he said flatly. Mase nodded once. “Already on it’s way. Only ship headed there is the Glorianna… private transport ship out of Solaris. It’s picking up some cargo at Station One tomorrow morning. Your kit and your starting cargo are already on board. You have a few somewhat hard to find artifacts ‘hidden’ in cargo crates of various wines, liquors, and antiques. Had to sell it a bit, so you also have a stolen data core with some sensitive but overall unimportant troop deployment plans. Those are only good for the next six weeks, so you’ll need to move them asap.” Pikelsimer nodded. “Copy. Anything else?” Mase shook her head. “No. But be careful. That area can get rough… even by your standards.” she replied. “Ok, Mase. I’ll keep an eye out.” he said. “Do that. Report in as you can. No longer than every three weeks. Questions?”

“Nope.” was all the agent said. He knew the drill well enough by now to know that most of he would need would be in his mission kit. If it wasn’t he would have to improvise. Mase looked at him and tapped a few commands into something on her end. “Ok. Send your reports only to me. I’m compartmentalizing your op. Only me and the Director know you are out there.” Pikelsimer simply nodded once but remained silent. Mase looked at him for a few long moments.

“Ok, then. I guess that’s it.” she said. “Okay. I’ll be in touch.” and Micah hit the switch and cut the comms before it became even more difficult. Looking around the room, he took a deep breath and began gathering the things he would need.

Present Time

The transport Glorianna slid into the docking clamp and it’s engines shut down. After a half hour of making sure the dock was secure and all the customs and immigration formalities had concluded, permission was given for the few passengers to disembark. The second person off was a human male, middle age. He wore a nicely tailored suit done in deep purples and gray, the latter matching the short military style-cut hair on his head. A silver cybernetic hand graced the right sleeve, in it carried a metallic briefcase with a stylish black handle. The man made his way directly from the ship towards the docking area exit and the promenade of the station. As he passed a crew of dock workers, he stopped and said “There’s latinum in it for you if you unload my stuff first and get it delivered in the next hour. Pikelsimer Exports.” and he looked as the four workers gave a sly grin and nodded in agreement. Nodding once himself, he turned and headed out of the docking bay.

Pikelsimer, Trader

(OOC: This looks AWESOME. I assume Briony got the brief?)

OOC: I would assume so, yes. Feel free hop on, if you like.


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