PNPC Commander Adriana Morgan - People Watching

[Marissa Jeffrey]

((Docks, Shipping District, Denali Station))

The steam was still rising from her mug as she brought it to her lips, her dark eyes looking through the hazy cloud to the people in motion along the main thoroughfare. A cacophony of thoughts washed over her at somewhat random intervals not that much unlike the waves of an ocean meeting the sand of the shoreline. The feelings were varied as one might have expected, with some stronger than others, some brighter than others, and some far from sharp or in focus. The colors mingled in her mind as she did as she often was found doing during the transition between assignments; having found an out of the way place in the middle of it all she'd ordered a local coffee brew and sat to people-watch.

Sometimes, the strangest things happened while she sat in such places. She'd met a young Talos Dakora in just such a place, which had led to some interesting times. She'd also learned a great deal not from reading anyone or picking up on thoughts being the Betazoid that she was, but simply from sitting there, observing, and listening. This was a good thing, especially here and now given that this ring, and the whole concept of Denali was something she'd not heard much of and knew very little about. Here, coffee mug in hand, Adriana Morgan intended to change that.

Having been aboard a number of ships and stations, Adri was used to docking rings and shipping departments. This place, however, was something entirely new and different, and she wasn't quite sure she liked it as of yet. Being out in space had always been her choice, her love, but Starfleet Command had little care for what a single Betazoid communications officer wanted in the long run. Thankfully, them not specifically caring hadn't placed her on Denali, but she would sit there until the umbilical to the Eagle allowed the transfers to board. Word was that she had returned from a mission not all that long ago, and if it was like any mission she'd been a part of on any other starship, the little intrepid would need some TLC from the Corps of Engineers.

Chatter around her died down for a moment - an event not too uncommon as one throng of people seemed to dissipate before another took their place. It was then that specific information surfaced as conversations around her became more clearly audible. Two junior officers were discussing the appearance of the Excalibur and wondering what the Vesta's business at the Ring was while simultaneously postulating the idea that they were there because of something to do with the retirement of the station's former commanding officer. The tips of Adri's lips edged upwards ever so slightly. 

Rumors didn't take too long to travel anywhere in Starfleet. Indeed, it seemed to be the actual information that took forever, if it ever arrived. Taking another sip of her coffee, Adri closed her eyes and let her other senses take in the caffeinated goodness as she considered just how long it would take everyone to realize what she was doing there when the raven-haired commodore finally walked the corridors, paths, and streets of Denali.

If Adri had to bet on it, she figured it wouldn't take long at all.

Than again, Kalianna Nicholotti had a thing with rumors, shadows, and escaping death. Would the trend continue on the Eagle? Only time would tell.

TBC

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Commander Adriana Morgan

Communications Specialist

USS Eagle

As simmed by

Commodore Kalianna Nicholotti

Commanding Officer

USS Eagle

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