The Pirate's Son Part II

Posted on 241708.06 @ 12:06am by Rear Admiral Sidra MacLaren

Mission: Reconciliation & Reconstruction [Fleet Plot]
Location: Shu Base
Timeline: 241705.05

~~Three Months Ago - Shu Base~~

Ragar Brooks was leaning against a wall with his shoulder, watching the heated discussions around him. His ear was on the protests of the merchants. This group was angry about Starfleet coming in and ruining their economy, but for the past few months, they continued to say the same things over and over again and no action had been taken. Ragar’s keen glance was carefully watching a boy, it took him a few moments to realize why he seemed familiar, the ridges he inherited from his half klingon mother had thrown him off.

He had grown up quite a bit in the last few years. Ragar had heard the fate of his mother and wondered where the boy had gone, he wasn’t on the station when Ubon had died, but word had reached them. A few of them, though tucked away and hiding until new identities could be fleshed out, had been watching, curious to see what happened to Vadik’s favorite son. Vadik had been a respected leader in their group and his loss had been great.

Ragar’s elbow went out and dug into the ribs of the man next to him, “You see the pup?” He head jerked in the boy’s direction and the other captain stood up straighter, tugging his shirt down, a throwback to a time when he’d worn a uniform with a badge on it, he rolled his neck and nodded, “Yeah, he was at the last one too, what are you thinking?” Dalt Jani was much shorter than Ragar, and could barely see him, but he watched the kid as Ragar leaned down to say, “I think he’s wasting his time here, we could use him.” Ragar started off and said, “Bring him with you, meet me in the room.”

Dalt shook his head as she watched Ragar push through the crowd, still talking about what they wanted to do to Starfleet, but not actually planning anything. His own small group had plans in motion, they wanted to rock the idealistic explorers at their core. Dalt moved over to A’rik, he slid in next to the boy, surprised to find him a least a half a foot taller. He wondered how to introduce himself and just said quietly, “I knew your father kid, we lost a good man.”

A’rik was surprised, shocked even as he considered the possible implications of the man’s statement. “And my mother?” She asked, testing the waters with this stranger, curious what he wanted. Dalt shrugged and shook his head, “No, never met Ubon, he kept you and her away from this life. I heard she died recently. That sucks.”

A’rik narrowed his eyes at the older man, his fists balling up, feeling his blood boil at the man’s dismissive comment about his mother’s death. Dalt just chuckled at the boy, “Calm down, you’ll bring unwanted attention to yourself reacting like that. Better learn to control that temper better.” He waited a few moments until A’rik calmed down enough to actually listen, “You’re wasting your time here, all these people do is talk.”

The boy nodded, “I’ve noticed, but what else can we do? I want action, want to do something to show them how they have screwed us over.” Dalt noticed the boy getting combative again and grabbed his bicep, leading him out of the storage room the merchants had been meeting at. “Come with me pup, we have some things to talk about.”

Dalt and Ragar had spent the last few hours grilling the boy about his life, about his motivations and feeding the kid some actual food. They were trying to figure out if he could handle a job for them. Ragar crossed his arms asking him, “Now that you’re old enough to apply for a work permit what are you going to do?” A’rik shrugged, actually looking defeated, “I don’t know, always thought I’d be on his ship one day, learning from him.”

Dalt growled saying through gritted teeth, “Ragar, a word,” He headed into the next room and waited for the door to shut. “No way! That boy is too erratic, we cannot trust him.” Ragar smirked, “Oh you underestimate him, he’s just angry is all. Anger is good, it’s blinding him. Do you not see how easy this boy is to mold?”

Ragar shook his head, “I wish you’d learn to trust me. He’s perfect, he’s angry, he won’t even think twice about it. Plus he’s unknown, I already checked, his father is not listed on any documents. He’s just an orphan who just came of age. Here’s the plan, there’s a ton of construction going on at Cold Station Theta. He needs no particular skills to join a crew as a laborer. It’s the perfect in at the station, then he just has to wait for the right chance to get close to her. It really shouldn’t be that hard, a lot of construction is happening right on the command deck. He’s a much better choice than anyone else we’ve looked at.”

Dalt just shook his head, he listened, but he wasn’t sure about this plan. “Alright, we’ll give it a shot, it’ll take a few weeks to get his work situation in order, maybe he’s trainable.”