Lt Alex Storm - Rain Storm

[Karen Morris]

((Transport Hub, Ferenginar))

With both of her hands clasping her duffel and her head bent against the driving rain, Alex trudged on, chin set, eyes slit.  Rain pinged off the roofs, and a musty damp clung to her as she pushed forward.

Storm:  Three hours.  THREE hours!  I’m not going to make it, unless H’aal can stall them.  

She looked back over her shoulder.  A faint pressure settled behind her eyes—the familiar tug of someone who wasn’t lying.  The pilot had to file a flight plan and had an order of supplies to be delivered within two hours.  He would need time to stow them before they left.  She slipped the fingers of her right hand into her pocket.  The clink of the contents was smaller than before her visit to the hub.  If she didn’t catch them here, she wouldn’t have enough money to charter a shuttle the next time.

Her eyes squinting against the rain, she spotted a building on her right with large groups of people coming and going.  

Storm: Anything to get out of this damn rain.  

((Sacred Marketplace, Ferenginar))

She slipped between two Ferengi and an Andorian and entered the Sacred Marketplace.  Unbuttoning her knee-length rain slicker, Alex shook the moisture from it before pressing her eyes shut and shaking her head to the left, clearing some rain out of her ear.  But as she opened her eyes, an uncertain smile slipped across her face.

Storm:  Ensign..Jaran?

Jarah:  Response

Storm:  Alex, when we’re not on duty.  I don’t think we’ve officially met…

She offered her hand to the Bajoran.

Jarah: Response

Storm:  It’s nice to officially meet you.  What brings you down to this rain-filled planet?

Jarah:  Response

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Lt Alex Storm

Tactical Officer

USS Artemis

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