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(( One of the many corridors - SB118 OPS ))
PADD in hand, following the instructions he had received from a Centaurian merchant, Drex kept to the right side of the corridor, his right, just as he had been told.
Kalia, the old Centaurian, had sent him clear directions the night before about where he might find one of the most peculiar collections of ancient navigation tools anywhere on the base. Drex had always been fond of those kinds of antiquities. On his last day at the Academy he had accompanied Dominique to an antiquities market on Sol III, wandering among faded charts and brass instruments that had once guided ships across unknown seas. When Kalia mentioned an ancient mariner’s astrolabe among the items available, Drex had decided almost immediately that it would make the perfect gift for her.
Although he now had full access to his memories again, Drex had already managed to lose his way twice. In the end, he surrendered any pride he might have had in his sense of direction and relied completely on the map glowing on his PADD.
StarBase 118 was enormous.
He had visited the installation only a few times before, and never alone. Usually someone had guided him between departments or meetings. Now, crossing the commercial sectors on his own felt like navigating a small city. Drex reached an intersection and turned left, eyes briefly leaving the PADD so he would not collide with anyone.
That was when he noticed a familiar figure approaching from the opposite direction. The Andorian.
Drex had met him only a few days earlier during a briefing, though met was perhaps an exaggeration. The meeting had barely begun before the station’s science officer had been struck by a bout of amnesia that quickly derailed the entire gathering. Drex’s own memory of those days remained oddly fragmented. What he clearly remembered learning, however, were two very specific facts: apparently there existed something called a magic PADD, and Starfleet doctors had a concerning fondness for donuts.
The Denobulan slowed a little, lowering the PADD and offering the Andorian a polite nod as they closed the distance.
Drex: Commander. Good to see you.
Foster: Response
The officer from the Eagle lifted the PADD slightly, as if it explained his presence.
Drex: I’m currently attempting to follow a map. So far the map and I disagree about where I am.
Foster: Response
A small, crooked smile appeared on the Denobulan face.
Drex: Well, I’m hunting for a gift. An ancient mariner’s instrument that a merchant swore I could find somewhere on this station.
Foster: Response
Any: Response
TAGS / TBC
PADD in hand, following the instructions he had received from a Centaurian merchant, Drex kept to the right side of the corridor, his right, just as he had been told.
Kalia, the old Centaurian, had sent him clear directions the night before about where he might find one of the most peculiar collections of ancient navigation tools anywhere on the base. Drex had always been fond of those kinds of antiquities. On his last day at the Academy he had accompanied Dominique to an antiquities market on Sol III, wandering among faded charts and brass instruments that had once guided ships across unknown seas. When Kalia mentioned an ancient mariner’s astrolabe among the items available, Drex had decided almost immediately that it would make the perfect gift for her.
Although he now had full access to his memories again, Drex had already managed to lose his way twice. In the end, he surrendered any pride he might have had in his sense of direction and relied completely on the map glowing on his PADD.
StarBase 118 was enormous.
He had visited the installation only a few times before, and never alone. Usually someone had guided him between departments or meetings. Now, crossing the commercial sectors on his own felt like navigating a small city. Drex reached an intersection and turned left, eyes briefly leaving the PADD so he would not collide with anyone.
That was when he noticed a familiar figure approaching from the opposite direction. The Andorian.
Drex had met him only a few days earlier during a briefing, though met was perhaps an exaggeration. The meeting had barely begun before the station’s science officer had been struck by a bout of amnesia that quickly derailed the entire gathering. Drex’s own memory of those days remained oddly fragmented. What he clearly remembered learning, however, were two very specific facts: apparently there existed something called a magic PADD, and Starfleet doctors had a concerning fondness for donuts.
The Denobulan slowed a little, lowering the PADD and offering the Andorian a polite nod as they closed the distance.
Drex: Commander. Good to see you.
Foster: Response
The officer from the Eagle lifted the PADD slightly, as if it explained his presence.
Drex: I’m currently attempting to follow a map. So far the map and I disagree about where I am.
Foster: Response
A small, crooked smile appeared on the Denobulan face.
Drex: Well, I’m hunting for a gift. An ancient mariner’s instrument that a merchant swore I could find somewhere on this station.
Foster: Response
Any: Response
TAGS / TBC
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Lt. Commander Drex
First Officer
USS Eagle-A
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