Time to play
Posted on Sat Aug 5th, 2023 @ 1:56pm by Petty Officer 3rd Class Mia
Yeoman Mia Phillips found a way to fit in. Being an Orion caused the occasional rise of thee eye brow from time to time, but she made a name for herself by being punctual and having the answer to problems when asked to perform and not acting like your typical Orion. In fact, over the short time she had been on board the Sojo, she was quickly becoming a fixture and trusted member of the crew. She had managed to make herself useful to the Security Dept. In a bid to stay close to and get to know Bridgeport. He was after all her intended target, should she actually go through with her fathers crazy scheme.
Her plan was simple enough. She would get him alone, around the time a supply run to the Alpha Quadrant was being accomplished, and after she dispatched him, she would go rogue and use her pheromones to gain access to hide on that supply transport to get home. And once they docked at the first space station she would reappear as a transient and make her way back to Earth thereby making her father proud. But there was a problem with her plan. She wasn’t sure she wanted to kill him. As she was beginning to have feelings for him.
As much as she hated to admit it, her study of him and getting to know her target showed her that he was actually a pretty nice guy, and was just doing his job when his task force busted up her fathers crime ring on Earth. But no matter how she justified not taking him out, she would seriously piss off her dad if she didn’t kill this man. But as they say on Earth, she would cross that bridge when she got to it. In the meantime, she would continue to play the game.
Her preparation for this mission today, was very similar to a training op she ran back when she was learning her craft. There was herself and two support operatives assigned to back her up. They were tasked with getting on and off a space station, kill the Captain and reappropriate tech that had been taken from their employer. They managed the job with very little loss of life and managed to impress their instructors in the process. So she prepped for this protection mission in a similar fashion. She wore a Black hooded outer garment that draped down to her knees, with black leather eleven type boots. Around her waste she wrapped a curiously long whip and a holster that held five throwing knives. She also took a lock picking kit and a small palm sized hand phaser. She wore makeup that made her green hue more blue than green so her origins would be hard to decipher. She grabbed her black leather gloves and her comm badge, and ran to catch up with her team.
As they all moved down the ramp together, she looked to her right and smiled at Bridgeport. They had dressed damn near identical to one another. She liked that. They nodded at each other and continued to move forward.
Yeoman Mia Phillips