[i]Three days ago...[/i]

She watched them from the corner of the room, silently listening in to the security team as they chatted about their new assignment. It wasn't hard to tell that they had been part of the group assembled for the S.S. Durendal, and that they were quite excited by it. Not only was it easy to tell they were part of that crew, but it was also obvious it was their first real assignment out of the academy, and their attempts to impress a few of the women in the bar were falling about as fast as their empty glasses. The show gave her a bit of a chuckle as the latest target of their pursuits slapped one across the face and stormed out the door even as the offending man laughed it off. A chime in her ear notified her that Cytherea had finished her search of the databanks on the station, finding out exactly who was who and where they were being assigned. "Seems that only the one there is actually telling the truth." She began, her voice only audible for Genevieve even amid the bustle of the bar "The others are fresh out of the academy as well, but have yet to be assigned to any vessel in particular." Thinking to herself for the moment, Genevieve put together the scene before her, taking in the information she had been given and sorting out the most likely scenario to get her on the Durendal.

"I think I have a way." She kept her voice low, putting her head down as she spoke softly, so as not to attract attention to her as she spoke into the device cleverly disguised in the pin at her collar. There was a brief pause as Cytherea reworked the data, wondering what exactly it was that her sister had planned. Stepping out of the booth smoothly and into the light of the bar, she left a tip for the waiter on the check and began towards the door in the path that would go right by the security team. She had, of course, planned the scenario out well ahead of time, even before scouting the officers in the bar, and with her low cut dress and subtle application of makeup, she would be immediately noticed by the group, but likely only to attract the full attention of the officer assigned to the Durendal. It was a low tactic to use, but it did not matter to her, as she knew what had to be done.

She came closer to the group, noting the first one to lay eyes on her and continuing on as the rest started to turn their heads, almost to them when the lead officer turned his head to notice her and giving her a drunken smile. "Hey you." He started, only barely trying to hold back from being too forward "You hear abouts that new ship the ESC got themselves? I'm going to be an officer aboard it." It was almost painful how proud he was to simply be given a crewman's role aboard the ship, and she tried hard not to wince as he beamed towards her, instead offering him a smile and slowing her pace as she came closer to the group, still facing the door, but showing that she had indeed heard him. "Is that so?" Hopefully the man was too drunk to notice that she really wasn't that interested, knowing that she may have put a little too much effort into trying to appear interested "I heard that they were only taking on those who met a very particular requirement..." And if she doubted herself, the man's stupid grimace proved that she had hooked him quite well.

"Well, that they do, after all they need the best of the best to represent the ESC." A small chuckle among the man's friends and co-workers showed her exactly what this man was good at, and it was clearly not his job. She faked another couple of interested responses, reeling him in further until the man was practically hanging off her and his friends clearly envious of him. With the man fully infatuated with her, she left him the suggestion to leave the bar, making her own exit even as the other security members quietly cheered him on as he followed her out and into the corridors. Even a ways ahead of him she could smell the alcohol that hung about him, moving through the halls of the station to Cytherea's advice and heading towards the maintenance tunnels, only looking back to make sure the man was following her and to see that he understood her intent. "Ooh, I like yer thinking." He said, thankfully quietly as they both entered into the confines of the station's maintenance corridors and began moving towards one of the lesser used areas at the end of one of the wings.

"You know..." Cytherea had directed her this far into the station, avoiding the patrols and various maintenance teams currently active up until they had reached one of the service airlocks. Genevieve sighed subtly as she was unable to say anything to Cytherea without raising suspicion from the man. "He's not going to just let you do what you want. Just saying." Smiling to herself, Genevieve knew as much, knowing that she needed to distract him first. Turning around as they reached the end of the tunnel, she beckoned him closer with one hand, while slipping the other under the strap of her dress and giving him a wink. Too easily the man gave in, coming forward eagerly to put his hands on her as she turned him around and put his back against the airlock door. Looking back for a moment, a brief shadow of fear passed across his face as he saw the void behind him, looking back to see Genevieve give him a seductive smile "What's a little bit of fun without risk?" She said softly, coming closer to his face with hers before a flash of a blade came up from the side and struck him in the throat pinning him against the door. A confused gurgle escaped his lips as his eyes looked down to see her hand at the handle of the knife buried in his neck, looking back up at her and spitting up blood. Seeing that he wasn't quite dead and wanting to end it as soon as possible, she gave the knife a twist and wrenched it free with a savage jerk, ripping through his throat and splashing blood against the wall.

There was a soft hiss as the interior locks on the airlock door cycled open and she pushed the man's still twitching corpse through the door and into the airlock, taking a moment to wipe away the blood from the hallway and tossing the used rag on his body. "You really didn't have to do that..." Despite disapproving of her method, Cytherea still had the door opened under administrative command, and cycled the locks to jettison the body and evidence out the station. "Well, no, but it was a lot more satisfying than letting him distract himself otherwise." She returned, feeling quite disgusted with herself for playing him on like that, though more so in that the man had put his hands on her in that way. "At any rate, I take it you've already altered the manifest for the Durendal?" A confirmation tone let her know that both Cytherea had done so, and that she was not happy with her actions, the choice of non-verbal communication clear in the matter. With nothing else to be done in the maintenance tunnel, Genevieve gather herself up and straightened her dress back up, making her way out of the tunnels and to her room where she had prepared her kit for boarding the Durendal...

[i]Presently...[/i]

She shifted uncomfortably in the debriefing room, glad to be wearing a helmet in the presence of so many disgusting aliens. This was not going to be an easy mission it seemed, especially since she had found out earlier that she was to be working under an alien, one of the Skrad as she recalled, but non-human none the less. Paying close attention to the captain, she listened to him speak of the general details of the mission, noting that the captain neglected to say just what was contained in the probe's databanks. Neglected, or simply chose to gloss over the question, it was unclear. She could tell that the man had been carefully chosen for this command and that he had been well chosen for his natural charisma, finding that he seemed very well inclined to a leadership position as he addressed each of them individually. Her attention wavered for a moment as one of the aliens spoke, this one being the CMO, the one who would be responsible for treating them in case of injuries in the field. [i]"Cytherea"[/i] Her thoughts communicated along the internal link between herself and the AI instantaneously, the neural connections allowing her to speak to her without even opening her mouth. [i]"Upload my replacement medical file to the medical bay, file 24/001a. I'll not have some wretched alien having a record of my biological information."[/i] There was only a brief delay as her sister communicated the action to the ship's computers, taking a roundabout method to avoid Jude and masking her presence along the pathways. With that done, she redirected her attention to the group at hand, looking them over once more.

The first of the human crew to really catch her eye apart from captain Jon Welch was the first officer, Jason Gonzales, a man who was quick to get to the facts of the mission and find out exactly what they were facing. He had her approval for now, though it would remain to be seen how far that approval would go and whether or not her allegiance to the Pan-Solar would change that. The other one to find her notice was the commander of the fighter pilots, Krystina Markov, another who was quick to see that her own job was done to satisfaction and keen to get down to business. So far it seemed as if the human side of the crew was up to par, but still she wondered just what it was that warranted UNISEC's attention to this mission, as it looked at the moment to simply be an attempt by the ESC to gather support from the other alien factions. Despite the allowance of aliens aboard the vessel, it was still a human built ship, answering to the ESC, and captained by a human as well.

Without need to speak up, she chose not to do so, not feeling like addressing any of her fellow crew and especially those of non-human origin at the table. She sat still at the table, awaiting either a dismissal from the captain, or for another of the crew to address her directly.