MSNPC Jera - Most Nights

[Hannah S]

((Streets of Capricalia, Capricalia))

It was a quiet night. That was a good thing these days. Starfleet's arrival had sent a shockwave through the city, paralysing most of the people who had been raging and ranting moments before, leaving them holding their breath, unsure of what to do next. It was only a matter of time before the anger would return, and Jera was sure that this time it would be even more intense and destructive - but tonight, those were just bad dreams and worries for tomorrow.

She sat in her booth in the corner like every night, facing a half-emptied glass. Curiously, it always seemed to be half-empty, never full or finished. This was what she did: half-emptying drinks, drowning in the dark, waiting to be recognised. She didn't wait for someone to approach her, but most nights it happened sooner or later, and so she wasn't surprised when a silhouette from the bar raised and stepped up to her. 

Some nights she met travellers looking for a warm bed, entranced by her non-remarkable but warm features - she had a friendly face, everybody had told her so from a very young age. Maybe that made it so easy for her to listen in while fixing light bulbs and doors - some nights she sold unimportant rumours from the government corridors to rogue self-proclaimed rebels. Thus far, she had never heard back from any of them. People were angry just to be angry - nobody really did anything about it, at least not in her 42 years on this planet.  

The person who approached her was remarkably tall. Jera glanced up at the impressive posture blinking when she realised it was a Gorn - she had never met one before. Which group would he belong to? She didn't immediately notice the Starfleet uniform - but when she did, she straightened up. 

Jera: What do you want? 

S'zurak: ? 

Jera: I don't know who told you that. I keep my nose out of other people's business. 

She averted her face in a demonstrative gesture, but the Gorn wouldn't give up.

S'zurak: ? 

T'Varek. Her gaze snapped back towards him immediately and her bloodstream ran cold. She didn't want to hear that name ever again - the memory of those piercing dark eyes immediately gave her chills. 

Jera opened her mouth just to close it again. A shaky breath escaped her lips. 

Jera: ...I didn't do anything. 

Had Starfleet come to make her silent? She shuffled in her seat nervously and eyed the room - but nobody else apart from the Gorn seemed to be around. 

Jera: Listen, I told nobody. I don't want any trouble. 

S'zurak: ? 

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MSNPC Jera 

Maintenance Worker

as simmed by

Lieutenant Evan Ross
Intelligence Officer
StarBase 118 Ops
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