((Turbolift, StarBase 118))
That piqued Alora’s curiosity. Not that she minded, she could be
quite flexible if need be, it was just unexpected.
Galven: It's a surprise. ::glances at the panel:: Computer. Stop the
DeVeau: What kind of surprise?
Galven: ::furrows his brows, smirking:: I'm afraid that's
classified, Commander. Need to know basis and such. ::shrugs::
Alora laughed. She’d fed him that line when he’d asked what she’d
been doing - and she couldn’t answer that.
DeVeau: You do realise I actually have the same security clearance
level as you.
Galven: ::acts surprised:: What? You do? I wouldn’t have guessed… I
might have to talk to the Captain about that. ::winks::
Alora just shook her head. She guessed she was going to have to
just be patient and wait to see what he was doing.
DeVeau: All right, I’ll just follow your lead.
((Drydock, Deck 453))
German waltzed out of the turbolift, then presented with a wave of
his hand as he waited for Alora to come out and stand beside him at
the balcony that overlooked one of the many docking bays. At this
particular deck stood parked a Galaxy class starship that was being
maintenanced on which had been operating in the Trinity Sector and
Galven: Commander, I present to you the USS Avalon-A. She and her
crew were on a three year duty tour.
Alora hesitated as she realised where they were headed. She held
back and took a deep breath, then slowly inched her way forward.
DeVeau: Oh yeah? They ending their mission?
Galven: ::shakes his head:: The crew is on shoreleave too. It’s here
only for a pit stop. ::turns around and stares longingly:: I was on
a ship much like that one almost about a year ago. ::slightly bobs
his head in her direction, still looking at the ship:: Have you
heard of the Eagle Nebula?
DeVeau: No. I haven’t.
An inch more. Then more. Finally, she drew alongside German and
closed one hand tightly on the railing, trying hard to focus on the
ship rather than how far a drop it was.
Galven: Not that many people have. Completely unexplored region. We
had just arrived, then…
The words couldn’t come out of his mouth. It was like he didn’t know
how to end his sentence. He did a half somber chuckle, then brushed
his hand along the railing as he gave one last look at the ship,
then started to head over to another area, further down an incline
which the path led to the next deck.
Alora followed, keeping a tight hold on that railing. She didn’t
move quite as fast or as confident as German, but she tried her best
to keep up.
DeVeau: Is this your favourite ship? Do you hope to command it some
Galven: I don’t know. There’s so many different classes of starships
that any of them would be a humbling opportunity to take command of
one day. What about you? ::notices her tight grasp on the railing::
Are you okay?
DeVeau: I’m fine. Just...heights and I don’t get along.
She smiled a little, but kept moving.
DeVeau: Just uh...let me take my time.
Clearing her throat, she tried to straighten up and not let her legs
quake so much.
DeVeau: I don’t want command. It’s...just not something I’m aiming
Galven: Let’s get you level and over to a deck that’s safer.
German took her hand and held it to help steady Alora in case she
lost her balance. He didn’t want her to feel uneasy and wouldn’t be
able to experience what he was.
DeVeau: You don’t have to do that.
Though Alora didn’t let go. Honestly, it was nice to have a calming
presence there. One of these days, she really needed to work on
getting over it, but today was not that day.
Galven: Just don’t look behind you. ::speaks slower, calmer:: Look
at me. You’ll be fine. Hey, there’s a food court down at deck 1.
::shares his gaze with hers:: I’ve never been, want to come along?
DeVeau: Yeah, let’s do that.
Her smile broadened a bit and she relaxed, grateful that he was
willing to sympathize. As they went lower, she relaxed further, and
Alora breathed more easily now that the height was up, and they were
((Staff Food Court, Deck 1))
DeVeau: Sorry about that.
Galven: ::waves off:: Oh, don’t you worry. I have plenty of things
that cause my own anxiety to flare up. Although, I do have one
Galven: ::tilts his head:: I don’t have my phaser, but even then I
Alora laughed, finally shaking off the trepidation completely.
DeVeau: No no...not really. It’s a saying. It means, basically,
ask me your question.
Galven: Oh! Right. Still quite the alien. ::chuckles:: How are you
afraid of heights, but content with flying in a starship? You don’t
have to answer nor am I owed one. Only curious.
DeVeau: I know. It seems ironic doesn’t it. Honestly, I try not to
think too much about the outside when I’m inside, but...even so,
inside a ship, inside a base, I feel like I’m on solid ground.
Alora shrugged slightly. They continued to walk towards the food
court as German listened to what she was explaining. Which he could
DeVeau: It’s like...being on the top floor of a building. I’m
level, things are solid. Being somewhere and seeing the open and
the drop down...I don’t know why, it just messes with me.
Galven: ::nods:: Very understandable. Next time, I’ll let you pick
the destination. ::winks, then turns to the many selection of food
establishments:: This reminds me of what they used to call a mall
back in the late 20th century… There was even one huge mall I read
about that had the same name as the country it was in. ::glances to
Alora:: I sometimes ramble. Stop me at any moment. ::smirks::
DeVeau: It will not be up very high. Ramble all you want, it’s
okay. I don’t know anything about this mall, but I guess it’s just
not something that particularly drew my attention. What else did
you read about it?
Galven: Well ,it’s not so much a mall. More like an underground food
court for Disney character actors.
DeVeau: It sounds very much like the Commercial sector in general.
So what do you feel like eating?
Galven: What do you have in mind?
Alora let her eyes roam from place to place, then shook her head.
DeVeau: I’m terrible at choosing.
Galven: Don’t worry. ::glances at Alora:: We can help each other
Lt. Commander German Galven
2O/Chief Science Officer
StarBase 118 Ops - USS Narendra
Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau
Starbase 118 Ops