The Alliance

Posted on 01 Dec 2019 @ 3:39am by Captain Jonathan Reynolds & Commander Amelia Fox

Mission: Mission 2 - The Agora crossroads
Location: Laemia's Stronghold
Timeline: Recent
550 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

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"You understand?" She asked him.

Laemia nodded. "Yes, Misstress."

"Right then, Let's get on with it." She said before accessing the long rang communication array. The monitor went blank for a few moments before a Son'a male appeared. This was their contact in the Cetea.

The aliens ugly head appeared. It was clear he had had more work than the last time they had seen him. "You wish to converse," he stated simply.

Laemia nodded. "There's going to be a change of plan. My associate here will be taking over our trade dealings." He gestured to The Mistress. "You are to act as if her orders are my orders. To that end, you will also call her Laemia."

The woman stepped forward. "This is what's going to happen." She then carefully and clearly laid out her plans involving the Andromeda. When she had finished the silence was deafening.

The Cetea on the other screen clearly shared a look with someone or somebody off-screen. "What makes you think you can dictate to us woman. What impotence. And for a female too." The sounds of laughing followed off-screen.

Her eyes narrowed and her expression grew cold as she folded her arms. "This female is the one giving the orders and you are the ones who will follow them. Don't forget who told you where those planet killers were located and supplied you with all those weapons to fight your little war so it would be wise for you to show more respect. Just remember you are not the only ones with the arming and detonation codes for those torpedo's…"

"And what if we turn your weapons on you," he hissed.

"They will kill you long before they kill us. Let me assure you." she stated. "When dealing with people like you don't think we didn't take certain precautions." The mistress sighed, "Are we going to continue making pointless threats or carry on discussing our business gentlemen?"

"And our reputation is we are cold-blooded. What do you aim to achieve?" he asked curiously, "And how will we know the difference?"

The Mistress picked up a PADD. "I'm sending you an encoded file. Only I can decrypt it. This is how you will identify me should the need arise. But I want you to follow any order "she" gives you."

He looked at her like she had grown multiple heads. "As you wish," he spat confused.

"Good! That's the first sensible thing you've said. My plan is for her to eventually join me so we need to make preparations. Just remember I'm the one in charge, understood?"

"She will never join you. Starfleet are far too loyal to their "Federation", he spat back not commenting further on who was in charge .

Something dark crossed her features for a moment, then she laughed. Coldly. "Oh, When I've finished, she'll have no choice but to join me. I'll be in touch."

And with that, she ended the communication.

She turned to Laemia. "Did you get the information that I requested on the Andromeda and on her?"

He nodded. "Also the impant is still transmitting, it hasn't been found yet."

She smiled. "Good. Soon, I'll have everything I need."


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Laemia
Brutal Sector Master
Npc Fox

The Mistress
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Npc Fox

Cetea representative
Npc Reynolds