PNPC Crewman Jozial Renirs – Crewman Renirs, Secret Agent
Jovenan
((Elysium, Deck 5, USS Artemis))
Satisfied with her life story, Jozial leaned back. It was time to pose the same question and send it back at the sender.
Renirs: How about you, Gabe? What’s your story?
Osuna: I grew up on Earth – on an island. I had a big family, and my father traveled a lot for work. He was in civilian security consulting and I guess I found myself drawn to that… ::Smiling:: Or, maybe I just wanted to spend time with him. Anyways, I ended up following in his footsteps – did a nine year rotation on civvie sec with the FDC before deciding to take a crack at the Academy.
Jozial kept nodding listening to him. She could imagine baby Gabe and a herd of little baby Gabe clones running around an islet with a hut. The poor guy had to live in such rough environment. That also explained some of his naivety, never learning to watch out for thugs and Ferengi human traffickers on the streets. She reached out for the last calamari bits on the bottom of the basket.
Renirs: So, you switched from civilian security to Starfleet? What horrible desires drove you to do so?
Osuna: ::Chuckle:: Bajor. When you work FDC security, that’s sort of the ‘gold standard’ – you know, given its history, proximity to the Celestial Temple – uh, the Wormhole (sorry, my wife’s Bajoran and she’s trained me well, apparently!)... Anyways, you don’t spend much time in that sector without hearing a lot about Starfleet and the difference those people made. Maybe I’m just a sucker for the propaganda, but I saw the potential to do more.
Made sense. A sheltered kid, religious convert for marital reasons, brainwashed by propaganda. Of course one became an officer. She had to appreciate him for not being a bigger nutcase he already was. And for not remaining in the old job, Starfleet had its problems but between the old Gabe and the new Gabe, she preferred the latter.
Osuna: And, I mean, not to mention all the exciting innovations that came about as a result of the Dominion War. ::Picking up his beer again, pointing to Renirs:: You ever done combat maneuvers on a Defiant Class? ::Taking a sip:: Bracing.
If it had come from anyone else, Jozial would have thought it was bragging. But Gabe… Yeah, he was bragging. And darn well, too.
Renirs: That sounds… a decent choice. You’re not bad, Gabe – for an officer. There’s much to learn and work to do, but you can actually turn the Sec dept to a ruthless killing machine. You, and that Andorian sharpshooter, the one we met, what’s-her-name?
She avoided changing her expression at all asking that. There was no way Gabe could tell she was after more information of her than just the name. The Andorian’s boss was the only person she knew she could ask for anything about her right now, and if that required some flattering, so be it.
Osuna: Kliss’lai? ::Chuckling:: Let me tell you – there’s someone who really likes calamari. Good Security Officer too. Reliable.
Kliss’lai. She stored the name in her mental memo, drawing a little heart over the i. Nah, too sweet. A skull. A skull with heart for eyes. Better.
She looked at the bottom of the calamari basket. Too bad she had eaten all of hers already. In either case, that information was going to be extremely important later.
Good security officer. Knew that already, although “good” must have been an exaggeration for any security officer ever.
Reliable. Not bad, not very useful bit of info either.
Renirs: Yeah, her. Not all of your people are complete newbies. You can probably turn them into something good with enough effort.
Osuna: Yes, well, I’ve got a solid team. A lot of them are pretty fresh, though. You know, I had the benefit of almost a decade of experience going into the Academy. Most of these Ensigns are like ::gritting his teeth:: like… half my age. They just need a bit more field work under their belts.
Kliss’lai was an ensign. Ensigns were half Gabe’s age. Ergo, Klisslai was half Gabe’s age. That made her… what, 30 years old? A bit older than she had thought, but she could make it work.
Renirs: Absolutely! You know, now that we’re on the Planet Cat, you could utilize the local populace for training. Met once one of these cat people, ferocious fighter, natural weapons, strength and agility much greater than grown human man. And I wouldn’t mind seeing a few cat fights… ::smirks:: Pun intended.
Was he even listening? Rude. And not particularly professional to ignore one’s Chief Security Advisor. She was already looking for an escape when the expression on his face turned quite unexpectedly. This was better be good.
Osuna: Crewman, uhh, I hope you won’t take this the wrong way, but… Have you ever considered you might be in the wrong line of work?
Renirs: ::snort:: Have I? Yes! I asked the Recruitment Centre people to put me in security, but they thought that ::mocking tone:: “my skillset would better fit something less destructive”. Why? ::lightens up:: Are you offering me a position?
Osuna: No, uhh, I actually think working Sec might be a bit dull for you. ::Leaning in, with a conspiratorial air:: Lt. Commander Dakora’s got some egg on his face following the whole – you know – with the Intel Suite. I hear he’s doing some rebuilding. Given your background, your interests, and your drive… I could see you being an asset to the Intel team.
Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh!
She almost couldn’t stay on her chair. Intelligence. Yeah, she got some of that. And the Intel department was in need of her assistance even more than the security. The Intel chief, Dakora, was that rule-worshipping strict officer that had berated her in the Jefferies Tubes. You can’t do espionage by following all the rules.
She crossed her hands and extended the index fingers, placing them on her lips for a thinking pose.
Renirs: You know what, you aren’t as stupid as they say, Gabe. Renirs. ::extends thumbs for a hand gun pose:: Jozial Renirs. In their admiralties’ secret service. ::claps hands to table:: But do they even have crewmen in Intel? I’m not gonna go to the Academy for that.
Osuna: Response
Renirs: I could totally do that! Think of it. Black ops cover up missions. Assassinating foreign heads of state. Torturing prisoners for state secrets. Seducing rich businesspeople connected to the baddies with my natural charms. ::wipes calamari stained hands to uniform:: I was basically made for stuff like that!
Osuna: Response
She waved her hands at Gabe. If only the Recruitment people were hearing this. She was going to be a secret agent, and they wouldn’t at first thrust her with a simple phaser. Must be very dumb to be them right now!
Renirs: Me and Dakora, we’re basically friends after I saved y’all’s lives. And with a reference letter from you, he can’t do anything but accept me!
Osuna: Response
She stood up.
Renirs: Sorry, Gabe, but I can’t be your Chief Security Advisor after all. But hey, thanks for the tips and for recommending me to Dakora! You’re a good guy, for real. Your debt has been repaid.
Osuna: Response
Nodding a goodbye to Gabe, she began to depart. Her first HUMINT mission had been a success, she had gained information – or intel, as they called it in intel – about Kliss’lai and Gabe’s backstory, as well as convinced him to give her a recommendation for an intel posting. Walking towards the exit of the lounge, she felt herself more enthusiastic than she had felt for ages, almost as much so as when beating up Gabe.
TAG/End for Renirs
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Crewman Third Class Jozial Renirs
Enlisted technician
USS Artemis-A
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