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Post by Storyteller on Sept 11, 2013 19:12:07 GMT -8
Niska's QuartersPrivate quarters of Niska aboard his secondary Skyplex. Current whereabouts: Unknown |
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Post by Adelai Niska on Sept 11, 2013 19:46:16 GMT -8
Niska
An old man sat alone in his richly adorned office. One of many rooms that made up his personal quarters. Some were for "entertaining", others were for dining or resting. This one was for business. All he had to keep him company was the images that played across the surface of his desk. Recordings from the security camera's of the last moments of his primary skyplex. Before it was lost to him, before he had to flee. The man was Adelai Niska, and he did not flee. People run from him, he thought. And they run in vain. The man responsible for the loss of his property was Malcolm Reynolds, a name that had come to haunt him. And Niska would make him know what it was to suffer, and thus he poured over the same recordings again and again looking for something he could use. He needed something he could direct his still overwhelming assets towards.
He began to grow weary, thinking this was getting him nowhere when he saw something that he had not noticed before. A young girl. She was aboard Serenity in the ships hold when she drew a firearm and dispatched three of his guards in an instant. This interested him. He increased the resolution to catch a look at her. "You... I know this face..." Adelai pulled up a list of character references stored in his system, he knew something was tugging at the back of his mind, something recent. When it yielded nothing, on a hunch he pulled up a list of warrants that had gone over the cortex within the last few months. In moments he had a match. It had been costly to acquire this inside information but this made it all worth it. A wicked smile began to form across his face. "This is good news! Oh Mr. Reynolds, you can't hide from me forever!"
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Post by Adelai Niska on Nov 27, 2013 18:12:40 GMT -8
Niska
Niska entered the room with an eager expression on his face. He heard the ping again and hurried to his desk. He made sure the door was closed behind him, he didn't want the screams to cause him to miss anything. The old man pressed down on the display to open his com channel. A face appeared before him, his contact for alliance affairs. One of the ways he was able to acquire intel when it would otherwise have been unavailable. "This must be brief, our latest lead is an independent contractor that went missing in the Red Sun system. The news is only days old running the main thoroughfare. Which leaves seven habitable worlds and their moons in the immediate vicinity. Act quickly you won't be the only one who does." The transmission terminated. Niska took a long moment to think. This was a lot of ground to cover with no time to oversee it personally. Time to call in a favor or two...
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Post by Adelai Niska on Oct 18, 2014 13:26:45 GMT -8
Niska
It was supposed to be simple. It was not a hard task! Grab the companion and they would have a key to breaking Reynolds defenses. The agent on New Melbourne had not reported in. That gave him confirmation at least, he had chosen wisely. Now all he needed to do was make sure they didn't escape his grasp.
They didn't have a lot of time and it was a busy planet. Lots of surface activity. They would need to meet them in the air. Another call was made and Niska leaned back in his chair soaking in the silence afterwards. They would meet them in the air or in the black...
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