Interesting Events

Posted on Fri Feb 20th, 2026 @ 2:36pm by Civilian Saelira Vonn & Civilian Micheal Robertson

Mission: Back Home
Location: Galaxy Station
Timeline: May 2398
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Saelira finished the docking process at Galaxy Station. She needed to restock and refuel. And..She picked up her satchel and moved towards the airlock of her ship. She exited into the station and moved down to the check in area. "Wayfare's Mercy." She said to the Ensign. She was not good with Starfleet Officers poking around her ship. "Fuel only. No one boards."

The Ensign, new and having never dealt with Saelira before, narrowed his eyes. "You have something to hide? Contraband?"

"No." She said flatly. "No one goes on board without my permission. It's my rule, my ship. Starfleet does not touch it."

"Look," the Ensign began, but Saelira was already moving past him. She gave him one last glance she said, "Touch it and find out why." Then she vanished into the flow of aliens walking towards the main promenade deck.

A few minutes later, she was standing outside a dingy bar. It was where those on the fringes went looking for work. She entered and went to the bar. She ordered a Romulan Ale and took it to a booth at the back of the bar. She slid into the booth and looked at the man sitting there. "Between jobs Mick?" She asked as she took a sip.

Micheal Robertson, former Starfleet Senior Chief Petty Officer, who now made a living bringing in those who chose to flee the law, looked up from his stew and grinned at the only person he allowed to call him Mick. "Well now, if it isn't the Grey Nurse herself," he gave her a flirty wink as his face bloomed into a warm grin. "Yeah, you could say that." He sat back in his seat opposite her, as he continued.

"Alexandria recieved some damage during the last hunt, I stopped over here to get the repairs that Rebecca can't perform." Rebecca was the name of the A.I. program that was attached both to his cranial implants, and his ship. She was originally created by the aliens who saved Micheal's life, years prior, to serve as a life support program of sorts, while his body worked through the process to accept the numerous implants and prosthetics that now made up his rebuilt body. Now, years later, even after the threat of rejection had ended, he had decided to keep her program active, both for her company during the long flights between centers of civilization and he had felt it appropriate to not end her existence after she had experienced so much during their short time together. He no longer viewed Rebecca as a support program. Even though she was made up by photons, she was his family now.

"How about you, Young Lady?" He knew that, though she looked younger than he was, she had lived much much longer. "Restocking before you head out to another emergency zone?" Though it may have seemed that he was teasing Saelira and how she chose to live her life, in truth, he respected her completely. In her, he had found a kindred spirit. They both fought hard to help those who the system had failed. She treated their wounds, he typically hunted those that caused those wounds, bringing them to justice...one way or another.

As a bounty hunter, he had had his fair share of jobs, where the client had specified either Dead or Alive, or simply Dead. While those bounties usually brought in a higher payday, he preferred to bring in his target alive, so they could stand trial, face their fate in the courts. While he knew that the system had its faults, it was still the lawful thing to do.

Saelira nodded. "The Erisians are stiring up chaos out on the edge of their space. Females are fleeing and the other powers are not doing anything to stop retribution or the Orion Slavers from interception of the fleeing people. I have a few contacts out there that need emergency supplies."

Hearing about the struggles of the innocent, Micheal frowned deeply. "I know about the Erisian issue all to well. I almost fulfilled a bounty contract on one of those women who were lucky enough to get away." He shook his head angrily. "I still feel dirty for the part I almost played then. Im glad I listened to my better angels and dropped the contract." He chuckled darkly then added, "Of course, the contract filer was none too pleased with my decision. He made the ill-fated decision to take out a contract on me as well. I sent him the heads of the three hunters who were stupid enough to accept that bounty. That was a little over a year ago now. I guess he either pulled the contract, or the guilds stepped in to block it."

"Yeah, no one wants to take on a guy who has killed their hunters." Saelira smiled. "There is a planet on the edge, where a way point has been set up. Once I refuel, I will get the items required and head on out there. And as long as Starfleet does nothing, I will continue to do something to help."

Micheal nodded as listened. "Care if I tag along? I could use a break from hunting for a bit." He gave her a gentle grin as he spoke.

Saelira smiled. "Sure. Your shuttle will fit into Wayfarers shuttle Bay." It had before. She drained her drink. Placing the glass on the table she shifted. "There are rumours.." she mentioned. "Something darker out past the Erisian Empire and Breen."

Micheal put down his spoon and leaned closer, lowering his voice as he inquired, 'What do you mean?"

She nodded. "It comes via snippets of information. Planets attacked. Ships vanishing. I thought it might be the Erisians. But its not them, though its clear they are not going to stop whatever is coming."

"And has Starfleet sent any ships in to investigate?" Micheal asked as he glanced around the dark bar, ensuring no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

She shook her head. "No not yet. There are destroyed colonies and they are blaming the Breen, the Klingons, though they are doing the last very quietly."

Micheal frowned slightly. "I doubt it's the Klingons. Despite their boisterous nature, they seem to be keeping their wanton destruction to a bare minimum, and even then, its only against the worlds of their enemies." He took a sip of his beer, then nodded. "The Breen however, they I can believe are up to no good. They never fully recovered to being on the losing side of the Dominion War."

"Agreed" Saelira nodded. "A lot of people are staying clear of that zone, which means less help for the Erisian Females who are fleeing because they are scared of getting killed."

"Then what are we waiting for?" He asked as he started to climb out of the booth. "We have to do something to help those women."

Saelira smiled. "I will be refueled in about 4 hours. Can you wait that long?"

Pausing in heis exit from the booth, Micheal leaned back into the bench. "Since we are heading there together, looks like I will." He took a another pull from his beer, then asked, "what shall we do while we wait?"

Laughing at him Saelira watched him. "I have supplies to get and equipment for the camps. But after that..." she let it trail off with an impish smile. "I am sure we can work something out."

A little over three hours later, they were laying in the bed in her quarters aboard the Wayfare's Mercy, their bodies slick with sweat as he they both fought to catch their breath, after a very passionate couple of hours.

On his back, Micheal held Saelira against him with his real arm, his artifical limbs were set up next to the bed. Whenever they were in bed together, he always preferred to be as much himself as possible. "That was ...amazing!" He exclaimed with a huge grin on his face. "You never did that before!"

Saelira laughed. "Well I don't give all my secrets to you Mick." she said as she shifted against him. "That would just be... too much and after many years, I know many things."

A hearty chuckled vibrated in Micheal's broad chest at that statement. "Well then, that just means that I need to stay around for a long time, experience what I can from your massive volume of skills."

"Hmm is that possible?" She asked proping herself up on her elbow to look at him.

Looking up into her hypnotically beautiful eyes, Micheal reached up and gently tucked a few errant strands of Saelira's hair behind her right ear. Smiling warmly, he replied. "I sure hope so," he said softly.

"A very interesting idea. A human living for more than 100 years is normal but nothing more than 140." She leaned down and brushed her lips across his. "I would wear you out at that age." she would continue but her comm pinged. Saelira turned and saw the holoscroll. "Ah they finished refuelling."

Micheal grinned and used his right arm to pull Saelira down against him while she was distracted. After kissing her fiercely, he gave her a sultry grin as he responded. "I'm willing to put that idea to the test."

Saelira laughed. "Now now Mike, I have to get us out of dock." she nuzzled his neck. "Can you wait ..." she knew his .. antics well.

Chuckling softly, Micheal reluctantly released his hold on Saelira, allowing her to climb out of the bed. Once she did, he rolled over to the right side of the bed and sat up. After grabbing his left arm prosthesis, he attached it to his shoulder joint, locking it into place and activating it. Once it was online, he repeated the steps with both of his artifical legs, attacking them to the connectors just below his knees.

After he was whole again, Micheal stood and made his way to the sonic shower. While he would have preferred to stay in bed with Saelira, he knew that they had important, and necessary work that had to be done. "I'll be dressed and ready to go in s few minutes, Babe," he said as he stepped into the sonic shower, and activated the emitters.

Saelira headed for the bridge having grabbed a quick sonic while he put himselves together. She could control her ship from the captains chair and by herself. She slipped into it, dressed now in jeans and a oversized shirt. She wore socks on her feet. She checked the shuttle bay and noted the perfect landing position of the Alexandra, Michael's ship. She knew Rebecca kept it perfectly ready. Settling in to the chair, she pushed her hair from her face and brought up the helm control. She got approval from the Docking control and sent a dry "Thanks Starfleet' to the Operations officers. She rarely did that but sometimes she liked to throw curveballs at the fleet officers.

Then Wayfare's Mercy slipped from its berth and headed for the space doors.

~OFF~