Cmdr. Clifton / Speaking with Delia / no tags

[Steve Bruin]

  *** Starbase Lounge ***

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Gavin: Okay, here is how ye contact Delia. I have a secure room here. I'll take ye there and then you can talk with her. I'll go take a walk around and see if I can find out something else. 

Clifton: Okay, let's get going.

   With that they both exited the lounge and Gavin led Clifton to the room he had procured.  The place was little more than a mostly empty room with a closet, but it was segregated from the base internal comm system and Gavin had already provided some independent communication equipment that was capable of sending and receiving encrypted data without anyone on the base staff knowing about it.

   Gavin left in order to begin searching around and see what he could find out, thus leaving Clifton to contact Delia.  After setting up a secure link and messaging Delia, his only response was a link to a browser he was supposed to download, once doing so his new search engine allowed him to access the so called dark web of interplanetary communications.  Unlike the legitimate communications web of the Federation, this one was largely untraceable and used for both legal and nefarious activities.  With very little idea of the way Delia operated, he merely sat back and waited for a brief time until something came through.  What did come through some minutes later was a link to a message board that Clifton had never heard of.

   Once he accessed the website he found it to be largely dedicated to steampunk fans who loved to discuss their favorite hobby, music and so forth.  Choosing the screenname "Uncle Clifton" he searched for the name Delia and was answered by someone who instantly asked to open a private conversation.  Apparently Delia was adding even more layers of security to this, which he felt was wise.

Clifton: Delia?

Delia: The one and only.

Clifton: Good thinking, patching this through the dark web.  Can't say much for your choice of message board topic, though.

Delia: Ye dinns think it's really about movies and music, do you?  The music is all about mathematical encryption. It's the dark web, "Uncle". Nothing is straight forward. So what's up? If the boss trusts you, so do I. 

Clifton: We are looking into matters connected with Silva, we thought we had her stealing Starfleet data but it turns out they gave it to her willingly.  Can you find out where the orders to Security Chief Rayder originated?

Delia: Sure

Clifton: Good, there's something weird going on here at this base.  I think Gavin and I just walked into the middle of it, but you can bet Starfleet Command doesn't know what's going on.

Delia: I doubt that. Rumors are all over that there is some pretty bad stuff infiltrating Command, and not just the lower ranks.

Clifton: Check everything you possible can that's been going on here recently.  I know that's asking a lot, but right now we have little to go on.

Delia: Already busy sending out feelers, contacting her considerable army of snoops and listeners. :: 

Clifton: Thanks, I'm assuming we can keep in touch this way?

Delia: Yes, or as the boss says, Aye. I love it when he goes all Scottish on me. One thing there, Uncle. You keep the boss safe. If not, I know a lot of very bad people who will use your guts for garters after they eviscerate you.

Clifton: Understood.  Clifton out.

Delia: No, no, no. You're not out yet. I haven't told you what I found out while I was waiting for you to contact me!

Clifton: Okay, by all means please tell me.

Delia: Do you know a Vice Admiral Becon Novar? He's Andorian, utterly deadly with an ushaan dor. He's an operative for galactic security. In recent years, a disturbing number of his suspects have ended up dead.

Clifton: Hmm, sounds intriguing.  I wonder how he's accounted for those deaths?

Delia: The interesting thing is that most were other fleeters only he had suspected. He appointed their replacements.

Clifton: Sounds like a case of the right hand not knowing what the left hand is doing.

Delia: Yeah, yeah, he could be really good at his job, but he has also has had several sexual encounters with one Senator Silva . There were supposed to be business meetings

Clifton: Business meetings?  Yeah, I can just imagine what kind of business they were engaged in.

 Delia. I'm sure. One of my sources is a chamber maid at the conference center. The bed linens looked like wildcats had been at it and when Novar checked out, one of his antenna had a lipstick smear. You know about their antenna ... oh, and the senator was sporting a very expensive piece of Andorian jewelry.

Clifton: Chuckling: Sounds likes business was profitable.

   It also sounded like Silva and Novar had quite a close relationship, it stood to reason that he knew something about what she was involved with.

Delia:  Sorry it's so little, but it was only 15 minutes.

Clifton: No, you've been very helpful.

Delia: Remember about taking care of the boss! Best one I ever had.

Clifton: Don't worry Delia, I'll do everything in my power to keep Gavin safe.  Clifton out.

Cmdr. Clifton

XO USS Odyssey

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