Lt. Cmdr. Rebecca Iko - Classified.
Rebecca Iko
Bec was on a mission. Her plan was on a locked PADD on her desk in the security centre. She’d thought it out the best she could. But she couldn’t complete this mission alone.
Today, for stage one, it meant heading down to the place where she spent pretty much the least of her time: Engineering.
Bec looked around, trying to not appear too intimidated by her surroundings.
Saavei/Rosek-Skyfire/Vanlith: Response
Iko: Hi!
Saavei/Rosek-Skyfire/Vanlith: Response
Iko: Say, I was wondering if you guys could help me.
Saavei/Rosek-Skyfire/Vanlith: Response
Iko: I need an alloy. A tritanium alloy, probably. But, like, not a normal tritanium alloy, one that can be, like, manipulated and shaped very precisely. And easily. But not too easily, it needs to hold it’s shape once it’s been shaped, uhm...
Bec furrowed her brow, hoping her explanation made even the tiniest bit of sense.
Saavei/Rosek-Skyfire/Vanlith: Response
Iko: It’s classified.
It wasn’t. But that’s what Bec blurted out in order to keep her plan a secret. Rumours and gossip spread like wildfire though a station, and if anyone found out what she was doing then the whole process would almost be a waste and she wanted her plan to go perfectly.
Saavei/Rosek-Skyfire/Vanlith: Response