PNPC Cmdr Prendar - All our Secrets Pt 1 of 3
John Nugra
OOC: This takes place afternoon of first day of shore leave.
(( Olympic Gardens -Deck 10 - USS Athena ))
:: With his bowl of cinnamon oatmeal in front of him and his back against the wall in a corner of the lounge, Thomas Prendar chomped away at the food while watching people come and go. He wore a plain gray t-shirt and cargo shorts and had a PADD scrolling the newest FNS articles. He was originally going to read about the Federation Council's disapproval of Bajor war crime trials but decided to people watch instead. ::
:: When people thought they were not being watched, they gave away all sorts of things. He could see two men and a woman up at the bar talking and the younger male was definitely interested in her. The movements, the eyes, everything gave away the fact. Many times all these responses were unintentional and many did not realize they had them if they weren't trained to detect and hide their own. ::
:: Glancing around, Thomas' eyes settled on a young woman in a starfleet uniform that was distinctly tailored to fit her figure better than most uniforms. Starfleet didn't mind such changes if it did not take away from the overall appearance of the uniform. Her long dark hair ran down her back and she was quite voluptuous. Her small mouth and round face hinted of mischievousness. She glanced over in his direction and gave him a very small smile before going back to talking to the waiter. ::
:: Thomas watched her movement and read her as she conversed and moved about to a table with other friends. Once in awhile she would glance over to see if he was still watching and he made sure she knew. She was just the type of woman he liked. ::
:: A cold splash of realization hit him hard and though is facial expression didn't change, his mind went into gear. She was exactly the type of girl he would be interested in down to the length of her hair, the color of her eyes, and the rather playful personality she seemed to exhibit. Other facts began to show themselves with cold precision. She knew he was watching her before he knew he was. The woman walked exaggerating her hip movements and moved about in a way to make sure that he noticed her. ::
:: As she stood to leave, Prendar waited until she exited through the double doors and then followed discreetly. His mind was running through scenarios. ::
(( Corridor - Deck 42 ))
:: He had followed her for a few minutes and his training allowed himself to stay unnoticed. As they had reached a very quiet and empty hallway in the civilian section of the ship, he noticed her slow and what she did next sent a cold chill through his heart. ::
:: The woman extended her arms ever so slightly from her hips and tilted her chin up a bit to expose her throat. Though he had never seen it done nor did it himself, he recognized the passive position to allow herself to be executed quickly and quietly. The woman was Sicarius. ::
:: Moving quietly past her and not even looking he muttered under his breath. ::
Prendar: Follow me.
:: Arriving to an empty room, he keyed in his security clearance and she followed him in. If there were cameras watching, it was obvious what he was doing. Once inside, he activated his silencing gear and spun on her. ::
Prendar: What the hell!
:: She stood there, vulnerable and accepting of any abuse he was about to lash out at her. He looked at her eyes and saw intelligence but also a passivity that almost seemed unnatural. He calmed himself down and realized what she was. ::
oO She's an initiate. Oo
:: It was a fancy title for an area of Sicarius he wish he could pretend did not exist. They had taken young men and women in their early teens who showed a malleability in personality. They were used for all sorts of things. Patsy, pleasurable company, work force, and all other manner of things that made Thomas sick to think about. ::
:: He motioned her to a chair and she sat down meekly but with a friendly smile on her face. ::
Prendar: What's your name?
Jones: Charity Jones. Are you my contact? They said I should surrender to a man with dark hair and gray eyes. That he would find me.
:: Typical programmed name. Thomas' stomach did a flip flop number at the rather peaceful smile and submissive nature of the woman. She was beautiful and whoever sent her knew him more intimately than he cared to think about. ::
Prendar: Are you of the future, the one who will change the face of the galaxy?
Jones: I live and serve to bring the future about.
:: Proper code response for an initiate. Even the tonal inflection had been correct. He sighed. This was going to be interesting. ::
~tbc~
PNPC Cmdr Thomas Prendar
Intelligence Operative
Starfleet Intelligence
https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php/Thomas_Prendar
As Simmed By...
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Lieutenant John Nugra
Security Officer
USS Athena, NCC-97780
Podcast Team Facilitator
Deputy Commandant
Captain's Council Magistrate
Provisional Fleet JAG Officer
Publicity Facilitator
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