Part of Eos Station: The Silhouette Conspiracy and Bravo Fleet: The Devil to Pay

The Consortium’s Web

Ready Room, USS Edison
Dec 2401
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AJ sat in the dim light of his ready room on the USS Edison, surrounded by an array of data displays flickering with information. He sifted through reports, logs…Ambrose Nichols was more than just a criminal; he was a key figure in a web of connections that spanned multiple sectors. Uncovering his past was critical to understanding the depth of the conspiracy they faced. Each detail he uncovered detailed a sinister picture, revealing ties to an organization known for its ruthlessness and ambition.

“Come on, AJ,” he muttered to himself. “There’s got to be something more.” He scrolled through the data looking for something that would unravel the larger conspiracy.

A notification pinged on his screen, returning AJ’s attention to the present. It was one of the first reports highlighting Nichols’ suspected dealings with a group known as the Phoenix Consortium. They were known for smuggling, arms dealing, and occasionally working as mercenaries for hire.  AJ rubbed his temples. “This isn’t just about Nichols,” he thought. “This could involve multiple players. Who else is out there?”

Hours passed as he gathered information from different sources. The more he investigated, the more he realized that Nichols was involved in something much larger than anyone had suspected. Nichols had ties to treasonous elements within Starfleet and beyond. This led AJ to a troubling conclusion: Nichols was part of a larger conspiracy that needed to be stopped.

A chime interrupted his thoughts, and AJ stood up as Elena entered his office. Her expression was blank, but he could see the strain behind her eyes. “AJ,” she began, “have you found anything?”

“Some leads,” he replied, motioning for her to take a seat. “But nothing serious yet. Starfleet has some information on a group known as the Phoenix Consortium.”

Elena frowned as she absorbed the information. “So he’s not just a lone wolf. He’s part of something bigger.”

“Exactly. And he’s got allies everywhere…and according to these reports even within Starfleet.” AJ added.

“Then we’re in more trouble than we thought,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

AJ could see the guilt written on her face, “Elena, you can’t blame yourself for what happened with Peter. This isn’t on you.”

“But I was in charge, AJ. I should have done more. I should have known,” she replied, her voice revealing her inner turmoil.

“Even the best can’t predict everything,” AJ said gently. “We’re doing what we could with what we knew. But right now, we need to focus on finding Nichols before he strikes again.”

Elena took a deep breath, “We need to regroup and share what we know. If there’s a mole, we need to identify them before they can act.”

Before they could move, Krev’s sound interrupted them. “Sir, we’ve intercepted a transmission that hints that Nichols has been reaching out to form potential alliances with some local Romulan factions. It’s not much, but it appears as if he’s regrouping.”

Elena nodded, her heart racing. “you need to move fast before they solidify their positions.” The death of her husband lingered like a shadow, clouding her judgment. Now, with Nichols trying to regroup she felt responsible for the chaos. “We can’t let him regroup,” she said firmly. 

A moment later, she noticed a flashing icon in her datapad, an unread message from Peter. The sight of it sent a jolt through her, reminding her of the last time she had heard Peter’s voice. Hesitantly, she opened the message. Her heart raced as she read Peter’s words, “Elena, if you’re reading this, it means I’ve found myself in a position where I can’t speak to you directly. I suspect that the consortium has acquired something big. There are numerous reports of stolen Federation tech and increased travel to Freecloud. Something is going on down there.”

A cold wave washed over her. Peter had sensed the growing threat, and yet she had brushed aside his concerns, too wrapped up in her own world to listen. What had she missed? What had she failed to see?

“Elena?” AJ’s voice brought her back into the present. He stood beside her, “Are you alright?”

Elena inhaled deeply, forcing herself to regain composure. “I found a message from Peter. He suspected the consortium was regrouping and was trying to warn me.”

AJ took the padd as he read the message, “That makes our situation even more dangerous. If Peter had intel, it’s likely others are aware of it as well. We need to act quickly to check his suspicions.”

Elena nodded, “We’ll have to tread carefully. I suspect factions within the station may be sympathetic to Nichols or have their own agendas. We can’t afford to underestimate them.” Recently, the station became a maze of alliances and betrayals as Eos attempted to join the modern world.  People had seized an ample opportunity to use the aged station as a cover. Elena looked at AJ, “We should consider leveraging some of the more neutral factions against the ones known to have dealings with Nichols. It might buy us time if we can sow discord among them.”

“That’s a risky maneuver,” AJ interjected. “We could expose ourselves to retaliation.”

“I’m aware of the risks,” Elena replied, “But we don’t have the luxury of time. We need to act before they can consolidate and offload their stolen tech. We’ll need to split our efforts. Eos will gather intel on potential collaborators while you and the Edison respond to threats. We need to find what they plan on selling and stop it.”

AJ caught her eye as they finalized their plans, and she could see the pain in her eyes as she spoke.  However, there was an unspoken support reflected back in his gaze. It was a reminder that they were in this together despite their challenges.


2385, USS Cutlass

Ambrose reclined in his chair his eyes lost in the endless stars beyond the window. For years, he had supported the Federation’s ideals—the vision of unity and the promise of a brighter future among the stars. Yet, the recent attack on Mars had challenged his convictions, leaving him feeling alone.

When the news came that the Federation’s response would be cautious rather than defensive, it had been the final straw. Nichols had listened, speechless, as his commanding officers discussed political restraint, emphasizing caution over action. The lack of resolve felt like a betrayal for a man who had trained his entire life to protect. 

A week later, Ambrose resigned his commission, leaving behind the Cutlass and his former life without a glance back. He traveled to Freecloud, the place where he’d grown up. It was a place that understood him now in ways that Starfleet never had. 

Freecloud welcomed him with open arms, and soon Ambrose found himself sinking into the underworld he had once despised. He took over a small, unassuming tavern on the city’s edge. The Ember Lounge became his new home, its dim lighting and private booths offering the perfect place for quiet deals. For the patrons, it was a sanctuary for off-the-record conversations. For Nichols, it was the start of something far greater.

Here, he could build something of his own, unbound by regulations and lofty ideals.

Comments

  • I picture AJ in this post basically standing at one of those criminal web boards, covered with pictures and string connecting all the things - sure, in this case, it’s digital displays, but the feeling holds. And then, if it wasn’t already worrying by way of its complexity, the message from the dead comes in, one signaling there’s even more at play, and suggesting to our heroes that maybe even the station - maybe even some of their own - could be compromised. How do they proceed with such forebodedness hanging over them?

    November 3, 2024
  • I'm worried my motto of "go big or go home" might be too big :P

    November 3, 2024
  • I'm worried my motto of "go big or go home" might be too big :P

    November 3, 2024
  • This really is a tangled web, and how deeply entwined is everything; and can anyone be trusted? You certainly don't go half way when it comes to a well crafted and imaginative story.

    November 4, 2024
  • I’m really enjoying Elena’s journey to navigate the events through these last few posts, and it’s highlighted here with her focused drive to carry on. The way you’re weaving in quiet moments to highlight the grief beneath the surface is really effective and the suspense of waiting for her to crack is great. This is a great narrative post too and I like that we’re starting to get the lay of the political land aboard Eos and how it’s going to make a difference. I really enjoyed the little touch of a flashback at the end as well, it’s a nice moment to start contextualising our ‘villain’ and can’t wait to see more of his story too.

    November 4, 2024