[ in brae's opinion, information is one of the shittiest ways to make your money. it's one of those things of "once the secret's out," and then suddenly, what you have is no longer valuable. it's been effectively spent, made common, and, therefore, is useless.
which is one of her top five reasons for avoiding the intel business altogether.
she hates the people it attracts, the creeps that run it, and when it comes to keeping secrets, brae is just usually not your girl, loudmouth that she is. however, when a particularly lucrative job comes a-knocking, brae would be an idiot to turn it down.
money speaks a whole lot louder than most of her personal misgivings, few though they may be.
the intel itself, saved on a nifty little chip, happens to contain some incredibly damning evidence against one of the more prominent and crucial political voices in contemporary government. brae, however, gives all of zero fucks about what happens to political figures or how the federation tends to run (because, well, what she does in general is usually all kinds of illegal), and in the far spread drifter colonies, few if any of the stations respected the authority of a government scrambling to unite and control the remaining terrans.
it's futile, if you ask brae, but plenty of people out there believed in the importance of a united terran front; she's sure some of it spawns from xenophobia and an intense fear of change, because with the abandonment of earth, terrans have had to come to terms with the fact that they aren't the biggest or the baddest in the universe anymore.
that'll blow more than a few minds — and make the rest wildly uncomfortable.
but here brae happens to be, chip in her possession, and multiple interested parties vying for the information. government and anti-government alike, because one side wants to destroy the information, while the other wants it exposed and spread to the edges of the galaxy.
what it comes down to for brae?
who's going to make it worth her while.
she doesn't care where the chip goes or who does what with the information, just that she comes out on the other side sitting pretty.
it's why she's not all that surprised when she ends up with someone trying to take the information from her. pain in the ass, meddling jerks that the terran federation happens to be, she nearly expected them to pull something dirty rather than negotiating with her, and when fallon deposits a roughed up man in the gibraltar's common area, brae just gives him a onceover, arms crossed over her chest as she appraises the intruder. ]
Okay, but really. Did nobody ever teach you it's rude to steal?
[ she scoffs, plucking the chip from her back pocket and absently turning it over in her hands. ]
[Clint can hardly be considered a loyalist. He doesn't care for terran politics. All he wants to do is keep his head down and lead a simple life, so he stays in a small moon planet orbiting a city, working as a farmer who has some unique skills. Qualified enough to be personal friends with said politician. And soft-hearted enough to accept the request to track down the chip and destroy it as a favor.
He's relatively unknown, for the most part. He left the mercenary training behind him as a farmer. He keeps up the physical training in subtle ways. And has a cache of weapons and utilities for situations such as this one.
But it's more than evident that he's rusty when he's caught and roughed up. He straightens on his knees with some effort, hands cuffed behind him. He huffs as he glances at her crew, giving brae nothing more than a side eye]
[ fallon looks thoroughly unimpressed by clint, and he just crosses his arms over his broad chest with a solemn nod. ]
Sure do.
[ his gruff tone doesn't leave him all that open to conversation, and he just gives clint's shoulder an extra shove in brae's direction.
their little engineer is off in the corner, her posture hunched as she watches brae and fallon with a clearly disapproving frown. pamela doesn't like to get involved in the less...appealing aspects of her employer's career, and despite working for brae, she doesn't have much of a taste for violence. this clearly doesn't sit well with her. ]
You'd be surprised what she pays.
[ is all pamela has to offer to the conversation, glancing distatefully away from clint and fallon.
brae tosses pam a look, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. ]
Aw, c'mon, Pam. I take care of you.
[ pam sighs, but doesn't look about to argue.
brae's attention turns back to clint, and she snaps her fingers in front of him. ]
Hey, over here. I've got some questions for you, buddy, and I'd appreciate a little attention.
[Clint doesn't look too bothered and took his sweet time focusing his attention back on brae. It's not so much that he underestimates her. He's just stung he got caught. That and he can be a bit of a brat.]
Who? Oh. Sorry. Didn't think crooks liked the attention.
[ brae leans closer to him, that smile still plastered across her face. ]
Aw, you think you're being cute?
[ she reaches out, giving his cheek a quick pinch before straightening back up to look down at him on his knees. she's admittedly far from the tallest person in the room (5'4" doesn't do much for the intimidation factor, unfortunately), but with clint on his knees, she can at least look down. ]
Well, I don't have time for cute. I just want to know who sent you here for this.
[ she holds up the datachip pointedly. ]
And for the record? I really don't care which side you're working for. It's more a personal insult than anything.
[he shrugs off the pinch, looking up at her with all the attitude of a calm cucumber. His eyes focuses on the small chip when she presents it but his body language doesn't betray any urgency]
You don't know the game you're playing, young lady.
[ brae's eyebrows lift up into her bangs, and she just gives a derisive little snort. ]
"Young lady?" Dude, I'm not some kid who needs a scolding.
[ she flicks the datachip between her fingers, giving it a little wave. ]
I'm the "young lady" who's got some very valuable shit here, and I just wanna know what you'd do with it. Since that'll probably influence whatever I'm gonna friggin' do with you.
[ because brae is very much an "on the fly" decision-maker, and she hasn't quite made up her mind about her plans for their intruder. ]
[ "kid" hits her right in the ego, and her lips twist in a scowl. the only person who gets away with that is fallon, for his own host of reasons. ]
Look, man. I dunno if your employers have you caught up on what's going on here, but that's all this dinky job is to me. I don't care if I'm bargaining this thing away for money or favors; whatever happens with this info? Not my circus, not my monkeys.
I don't give a fuck who gets this intel. I care what I get for it.
You should care. You're Terran. Just like the rest of us. Like the woman whose career you're holding hostage. Do you even know what would happen if that information gets out?
Well, at least that tells me exactly who you're working for. Thanks, dude.
[ she leans back on her heels, not looking all that concerned about what he has to say. ]
I really couldn't care less how the Federation tries to get its shit in order. Government or no government, what I like to do is pretty illegal, so it's no skin off my nose if they take a hit.
Besides, if this is going to affect them that much? Maybe your friends aren't the best choice to try pulling the Terrans together. Just a thought.
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in which brae gives zero shits
which is one of her top five reasons for avoiding the intel business altogether.
she hates the people it attracts, the creeps that run it, and when it comes to keeping secrets, brae is just usually not your girl, loudmouth that she is. however, when a particularly lucrative job comes a-knocking, brae would be an idiot to turn it down.
money speaks a whole lot louder than most of her personal misgivings, few though they may be.
the intel itself, saved on a nifty little chip, happens to contain some incredibly damning evidence against one of the more prominent and crucial political voices in contemporary government. brae, however, gives all of zero fucks about what happens to political figures or how the federation tends to run (because, well, what she does in general is usually all kinds of illegal), and in the far spread drifter colonies, few if any of the stations respected the authority of a government scrambling to unite and control the remaining terrans.
it's futile, if you ask brae, but plenty of people out there believed in the importance of a united terran front; she's sure some of it spawns from xenophobia and an intense fear of change, because with the abandonment of earth, terrans have had to come to terms with the fact that they aren't the biggest or the baddest in the universe anymore.
that'll blow more than a few minds — and make the rest wildly uncomfortable.
but here brae happens to be, chip in her possession, and multiple interested parties vying for the information. government and anti-government alike, because one side wants to destroy the information, while the other wants it exposed and spread to the edges of the galaxy.
what it comes down to for brae?
who's going to make it worth her while.
she doesn't care where the chip goes or who does what with the information, just that she comes out on the other side sitting pretty.
it's why she's not all that surprised when she ends up with someone trying to take the information from her. pain in the ass, meddling jerks that the terran federation happens to be, she nearly expected them to pull something dirty rather than negotiating with her, and when fallon deposits a roughed up man in the gibraltar's common area, brae just gives him a onceover, arms crossed over her chest as she appraises the intruder. ]
Okay, but really. Did nobody ever teach you it's rude to steal?
[ she scoffs, plucking the chip from her back pocket and absently turning it over in her hands. ]
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He's relatively unknown, for the most part. He left the mercenary training behind him as a farmer. He keeps up the physical training in subtle ways. And has a cache of weapons and utilities for situations such as this one.
But it's more than evident that he's rusty when he's caught and roughed up. He straightens on his knees with some effort, hands cuffed behind him. He huffs as he glances at her crew, giving brae nothing more than a side eye]
You work for her? Really?
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Sure do.
[ his gruff tone doesn't leave him all that open to conversation, and he just gives clint's shoulder an extra shove in brae's direction.
their little engineer is off in the corner, her posture hunched as she watches brae and fallon with a clearly disapproving frown. pamela doesn't like to get involved in the less...appealing aspects of her employer's career, and despite working for brae, she doesn't have much of a taste for violence. this clearly doesn't sit well with her. ]
You'd be surprised what she pays.
[ is all pamela has to offer to the conversation, glancing distatefully away from clint and fallon.
brae tosses pam a look, a grin tugging at the corner of her lips. ]
Aw, c'mon, Pam. I take care of you.
[ pam sighs, but doesn't look about to argue.
brae's attention turns back to clint, and she snaps her fingers in front of him. ]
Hey, over here. I've got some questions for you, buddy, and I'd appreciate a little attention.
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Who? Oh. Sorry. Didn't think crooks liked the attention.
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Aw, you think you're being cute?
[ she reaches out, giving his cheek a quick pinch before straightening back up to look down at him on his knees. she's admittedly far from the tallest person in the room (5'4" doesn't do much for the intimidation factor, unfortunately), but with clint on his knees, she can at least look down. ]
Well, I don't have time for cute. I just want to know who sent you here for this.
[ she holds up the datachip pointedly. ]
And for the record? I really don't care which side you're working for. It's more a personal insult than anything.
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[he shrugs off the pinch, looking up at her with all the attitude of a calm cucumber. His eyes focuses on the small chip when she presents it but his body language doesn't betray any urgency]
You don't know the game you're playing, young lady.
oh man this got buried i am super sorry
"Young lady?" Dude, I'm not some kid who needs a scolding.
[ she flicks the datachip between her fingers, giving it a little wave. ]
I'm the "young lady" who's got some very valuable shit here, and I just wanna know what you'd do with it. Since that'll probably influence whatever I'm gonna friggin' do with you.
[ because brae is very much an "on the fly" decision-maker, and she hasn't quite made up her mind about her plans for their intruder. ]
No worries!
[he's not even the least bit worried.]
The fact that you're using this as a bargaining chip proves you're a kid.
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Look, man. I dunno if your employers have you caught up on what's going on here, but that's all this dinky job is to me. I don't care if I'm bargaining this thing away for money or favors; whatever happens with this info? Not my circus, not my monkeys.
I don't give a fuck who gets this intel. I care what I get for it.
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It's not just about what you can get in trade.
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Well, at least that tells me exactly who you're working for. Thanks, dude.
[ she leans back on her heels, not looking all that concerned about what he has to say. ]
I really couldn't care less how the Federation tries to get its shit in order. Government or no government, what I like to do is pretty illegal, so it's no skin off my nose if they take a hit.
Besides, if this is going to affect them that much? Maybe your friends aren't the best choice to try pulling the Terrans together. Just a thought.
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You haven't found a buyer yet, have you?
[it's more of a statement than a question. At least he still has some leverage to work with provided he isn't immediately chucked out of the air lock]
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Not one who's willing to pay what I want. Your boss and the other guys who want this thing? They're not doin' a ton to outbid each other.
[ meaning, she's been picky. ]
Why?
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For good reason. Why don't you find a new toy to play with? I hear there's an Andarian crystal several lightyears away in the Polaris sector.
[owned by a friend, so he should feel bad about painting a new target on them, but desperate times]