#36 Clandestine Meeting

Posted on Thu Oct 24th, 2024 @ 4:09pm by Captain Tore Bjorgo

Mission: FINAL JUDGEMENT
Location: Unknown star system
Timeline: current/somewhere in between

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[A few months ago]

Tore Bjorgo, along with his guests, sat in some quiet tavern, in a quiet village, on a quiet planet hardly anyone ever visited. The locals were good people, hard working and social, but left outsiders to themselves as they went about their lives. The fact that the locals were fairly Human in appearance added to the security of this meeting. They were in a quiet meeting room in the far back of the tavern using only candle light which gave long shadows and hid any sharp features from others. Bjorgo had gathered to him those he felt he could trust. He laid out his ideas and plans that were sanctioned by Admiral Aaron Stone, and marked as Top Secret. The two before him wore cloaks and had hoods up over their heads to even further disguise their facial features, both of them attentive as Tore continued to speak.

A server came back and asked if they needed anything, with two of the guests dropping their chins to remain aloof even while being seen in shadows and under their hoods The other two men without hoods looked slightly away from the server to not give a direct look at their features. Bjorgo ordered a pitcher of the local brew, a mead he found to be quite tasty even if it had no appreciable affect on his biology due to being an augment. But, it was so flavorful, a honey mead of sorts, that he had had them bottle it and he had several cases of the stuff that would go back with him. The five of them made small talk until the server returned with the pitcher and some mugs, departing swiftly after Bjorgo had dropped fifty strips of latinum in her palm and asked to not be disturbed unless called for. She gave a smile, nod, and quickly left them to their business. One of the hooded figures had poured the mugs full while he did this with the server, placing a mug before each, before leaning back in their chair and sipping.

Taking a few sips himself to get his thoughts back on the issue he had been discussing before the interruption, Bjorgo then got back into his grand plan. If Sureth and the powers that be on M-69 agreed to the changes it would bring a whole new dynamic to the station. M-69 was proving to be as important as DS9. Strategically placed, with unexplored star systems in abundance surrounding it on three sides, with three starships and a plethora of small craft to back up whatever business they had to contend with. If each of them, himself included, were willing to do their part as he had offered, then it would give 69 a distinct advantage. The station needed people willing to aid and assist from all walks of life. He, again, used DS9 as an example. Quark was still famous, and even though most of his dealings were criminal, the command staff on DS9 were willing to overlook the minor stuff so long as when they asked for a 'favor' from Quark he felt obligated to 'help' them.

After several hours of discussion, and several pitchers going down their gullets, the group reached a unanimous decision to move forward as Tore had explained. So long as Sureth agreed they were willing. The two men left first, leaving Tore and the other two hooded figures. Those three stood up together and formed a triangle as they faced each other. Bjorgo grasped a hand from each, squeezing them in a loving, friendly way. "This will work. I will not go over Sureth's head on this. Let us hope he agrees."

Both of the hands he held returned the squeeze of affection. One of them wore all black, the cloak a moving shadow. The other wore a cloak that was extremely dark chocolate brown, and also caused shadows to deepen around it. The black hood spoke, her voice tone familiar yet sexy all at once. "We shall see. I am ready to do my part."

"As am I," brown hood responded.

The hands were released and they stepped in, in a three-way hug of friendship. The two women then angled their faces upward and each gave him a light kiss before patting his chest. Brown hood had a query. "Why us, Tore? There are many others you could have used."

"I like strong women and despise a weak woman. No matter what comes your way," Tore's eyes went back and forth between them. "I don't see either of you crumbling into the fetal position and crying. You'll stand and fight to your last breath."

"That we will." Black hood said. And, once that was said, so were the goodbyes.

The two hooded women left, and then fifteen minutes later Tore Bjorgo left but, not before he downed the rest of the mead and gave a quiet belch.

[present day]

The Assul dreadnought had been destroyed, and after aiding with damage control, Bjorgo headed for Command OPS, or COps, as he liked to think of it. As he approached the center comm ring he overheard Sureth speaking with someone on comms, something about O'Connell and Callaghan missing. Now would probably be a good time to put his plan in motion, as per his orders from Admiral Stone, and see if Sureth would agree.

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