1Lt Arturo Maxwell - Corridor Collisions

[Iain Turnbull]

((Corridor, Octavia E Butler))

Max had left the bowling alley and was stood discussing their evening plans with Milly in the corridor. He fancied lasagne, and Milly wanted bolognase. Unable to decide either way, they had opted for pizza.

Sharing a hug for a moment, Max waved as his daughter disappeared around a curve in the corridor and he turned to head the other way.

Maxwell: Ooft!

Standing back, he eyed the other officer he'd turned straight into.

Maxwell: Sorry about that. Wasnae paying attention. You alright?

Nis: Response

It made a change that on the rare occasions he collided with somebody, he hadn't sent this one sprawling on the deck. Small victories and all that he guessed.

Maxwell: Good, good. Am no sure if we've met? ::He offered his hand.:: I'm Max.

Nis: Response

Standing off to the side of the corridor as a trio of crewmen passed by, Max scratched at his beard lightly.

Maxwell: Are ye new aboard, or have we just no bumped intae each other before?

Both were quite possible. After all, Max still only knew a small portion of the crew.

Nis: Response

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1st Lieutenant Arturo Maxwell.

Marine Officer, 4/73 Marines.

USS Octavia E Butler: NCC-82850.

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