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Washing Away the Past

Posted on Tue Sep 22nd, 2020 @ 9:59pm by Bexley Quinn & Patrick Smith

Mission: Bring on the Wrecking Machine

Bex wasn't sure how long she'd spent in the sonic shower but the feeling of being clean was something that was rapidly becoming addictive. Admittedly no where near as good as submerging one's whole self into a oversized tub full of warm water scented with essential oils, but it still felt amazing to remove the layers of grit that she had feared may have already been embedded in her skin.

Dressed in freshly replicated clothes, Bex made her way back through the small craft, looking around as she moved until she finally came back across Nine. "I never thought a sonic shower would feel so good," she said with a laugh. "I borrowed the replicator, I hope that's okay?"

Looking round Nine smirked. This had to be the first time he had seen her without a layer of grime or dust on her. "Well there wouldn't be much point having them on board if I didn't want folks to use them would there. What was your poison today?"

"Clean clothes," Bex said with a grin as she slid into a seat next to him. "The feeling of clean is addictive. You know that?" She watched him for a moment. "So what are your plans next?"

"I'm a flier so dirt has never really been my jam. Unless you count grease from working on the ships inards," he added. "Well I need to head back to Starbase 243. I want to try and track down that transport that didn't make it to Vergedi to see if I can't convince the owner to let me take the cargo, for the usual fee of course."

"What do you know about the owner?" Bex asked, her interest piqued. "The more you find out about them beforehand the stronger your hand is for negotiations." She shrugged slightly. "An old Dabo trick. Ferengi Rule of Acquisition number eighty seven. 'Learn the customer's weaknesses so you can better take advantage of them'."

Nine looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Well then Miss smartypants. Unfortunately I don't know much, however, I reckon asking some questions around the docks will get us pretty close."

"Almost all civilian flight paths are also recorded in public directories. It's an easy way to get a handle on someone's movements. Look at where he comes and goes and where he lingers. That'll give you something to work with as well." Bex smiled. "Everyone has tells, you just have to read between the lines."

"Start searching through those. Their flight plan will likely have taken them to a colony on the Federation side and there will be an unusually long pit stop there," Nine suggested thinking of the tricks he used to smuggle. "There could also be a last minute change to that as well."

"I'll have a look and see what his flight plans say about him," Bex said with a simple smile. "Mind if I get something to eat?"

"Work away. There's some freshish stuff back there if you want to try and find it. Otherwise go nuts with the replicator," he said back, his own stomach gurgling at the thought of food. "By the sounds of it should make a second of whatever your having."

She nodded before disappearing, returning moments later with a tray. Two cokes, two burgers and a plate of loaded fries, setting the tray down between them. Sweeping her hair up into a messy bun, she secured it with a hair tie she pulled from around her wrist before she picked up a fry from the plate, dredged it through a side bowl of ranch and popped it in her mouth, chewing carefully before she spoke.

"Any idea what the cargo is that he's trying to transport? Must be something interesting if he was targeted by pirates."

"Well the last I heard was that it was stuff for expanding the mines. Everything from mining pumps from explosives. Bit," he said as he tapped the console between them and pulled up two reports, "These are the latest two attacks. Both ships were damaged beyond what any salvager would do."

"I'll take your word for that," Bex said with a sweet smile. "Bit out of my area of expertise. Explosives would command a premium though, and probably a helping of extra attention if word got out."

"That they would. Speaking of premiums. If you need credits on the station I've set you up with a link to the Blackbird. I know we have the replicators but sometimes you just gotta buy," he said with a knowing face. Those spaceship parts over the years had been expensive.

"Thanks, but you don't have to do that, I'll have to stand on my own two feet sooner or later, may as well start now." She offered a smile as she took another fry from the plate and popped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. "I'll see what I can figure out about your friend. When are you expecting to meet with him?"

"Eh just think of it as the company card," Nine said shrugging. He wasn't a particularly possession heavy person bar a few old key bits and bobs. "Not a friend as much as a shall we say, knowledge keeper." he paused for a moment with a slightly sly look, "Ok let's be honest its a one of the hangar staff I've got dirt on."

Bex laughed and shook her head. "Should I be worried about what dirt you've got on me?"

Nine grinned and replied cheekily, "I've got less on you than you dragged onto the ship earlier. Which admittedly was a high bar."

Picking up another fry she threw it at him and stuck out her tongue in response, leaning back in her seat and watching him for a moment, contemplating. In the eight months or so that she'd gotten to 'know' him, she was realising she really knew very little about him at all.

Smirking Nine picked up the chip and ate it blowing slightly as it was still warmer than he had expected. "Hmmm. You are starting to make me hungry now. Time for something I think before we arrive," Nine said as he checked their Eta. "Little over an hour. Figured I'd burn a little extra fuel and get us there faster. Its normally a half a days trip."

"Well I guess I better get started on my homework then," Bex responded with a laugh. "Need to do something to earn my keep or the next thing you're trading might be me. I should warn you in advance though, I'm not worth much."


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Bexley Quinn
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