LTCmdr. Quentin Collins - "What're Ya Buyin'?"

[Justin Partridge]

((Interior. Somewhere in Denali Station...Near the "Ghost Market".))

Quentin Collins was definitely lost. Worse still, he wasn't entirely sure when the last time he saw someone was...

The interior of Denali Station was appropriately distracting from this fact, however. Quentin tried to cling to that as he wandered guideless through the still largely darkened station. If he was to be entombed here, at least his crypt would be one this beautifully alien, yet pleasing to the eye. 

He wasn't even entirely sure what floor he was on at this point. He had taken a few sets of stairs, which had buttressed a few truly gorgeous lookout points and observation lounges, looking down into the Ring below. But after the third set of them, Quentin had seemed to have taken a turn deeper into the complex. Gone were most of the windows and all of the floor indications (at least ones Quentin could read. The markings of the walls seemed more for aesthetics and less for practical indication).

But still Quentin pressed on leisurely. Taking the time to stop and inspect random details and quirks of the interior that caught his eye. He really didn't have anywhere else to be. And was certainly now completely out of the way from the surely increased operations and logistical tasks that went into activating a brand new, impressively large installation like this one.   

Still he would have thought he would have seen SOMEONE by now. If only just to tell him to kick rocks or bustle out of the way of an approaching supply cache. He turned carefully into what looked like a shadowed corridor of...stalls. 

Some were coated in a thin layer of dust, but all looked relatively the same shape and size. The arches of the stalls all webbed up into each other across the ceiling, providing an oddly uniform look to the whole hallway. Quentin pondered what it could have been for when his focus was snapped by fear. The sound of scuttling feet across the tile of the ground.

He thought for a moment he could probably leap into one of the alcoves, but then decided against it, feeling the slick of his boot heels across the tile himself. Instead he slipped in behind one of the appealingly strange columns to the side of the "stalls". The irony of him being so curious about where everyone was, only to now be slightly terrified to find someone was not lost on him.

However, as the steps approached closer, as did a familiar voice.

Dekas: Alright, let's do that. But obviously, ah, be careful.

Sera/Falt: RESPONSE

Quentin stepped carefully back out of his "cover", waving nervously as he did so.

Collins: Um, hello? Alms for a miserable Science officer?

Dekas/Sera/Falt: RESPONSE

Collins: I'm uh afraid I am rather lost. I truly have no idea where I'm going, but this place is GORGEOUS. Truly. I'm rather jealous you all get to work here now, to be honest.

Dekas/Sera/Falt: RESPONSE

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TAG/TBC

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Lieutenant Commander 

Quentin Collins III

Chief Science Officer

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U.S.S. ARROW NCC-69829

ID: E239512QC0

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