Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - Fone Gishin'
Quentin Beck
((Lnaqi Lake, Manowi Forest, Proxima Sigma))
It had been… probably too long since Quentin had taken any actual time off from his duties on the Ronin. Even when they'd been temporarily hosted on DS9, it had been more like a working vacation. Even before that, though, he'd been keeping himself busy when he should have been resting, and it was starting to catch up with him.
For the sake of his health, both mental and physical, he'd opted to take advantage of their time at Proxima Sigma and take at least a few days off. They could still call him for an emergency if needed, but he'd left standing orders that he wasn't to be bothered unless it was absolutely necessary.
It was a good excuse to get Karrod off the Ronin again, anyway, to start stretching his legs again, to test his physicality. He'd bounced back fairly quickly after their combined effort to put him back together, but Quentin, V'Len, and Alyndra had all agreed it was best for the Captain to be kept on light duty, if he was on duty at all.
So Quentin had invited the Captain along, at least temporarily; he'd secured a cabin in what roughly translated as the 'Mighty Wood Forest', which was well-known by the colony's inhabitants as being one of the most beautiful, most remote sections of the planet. It also happened to host a lake brimming with fish, some of the best in the sector.
He tried not to think too hard about the name of the lake translating as 'Laughing Expanse'.
Quentin was fully decked out in rubber boots and pants that went all the way up to his underarms and were held up by a pair of plaid suspenders. Atop his head was a gray sun hat with attached cloth to cover the back of his neck, and the hat remained in place because of the drawstring tied underneath his chin. In his normal hand, he held a small paperback book just large enough for a pocket he'd gotten from one of the residents, telling them all about the different varieties of fish that lived in the lake. In the prosthetic hand was clutched an elaborate and complicated-looking fishing pole, the bobber bobbing lightly on the surface of the lake about fifteen feet in front of him.
Beck: Okay, soooo according to this, there's about a dozen different types of fish in his lake, but they all kind of stick to their own section based on how much light there is, how cold the water gets, how many rocks there are, all that jazz.
Niac: Response
He tried turning the page by shifting his thumb, but only managed to pry it slightly apart from the rest of the pages. Raising it nearer his face, he used his mouth to grip the corner and start turning it, forced to use his nose to finish getting it the rest of the way.
Beck: Uuuuhhhh, this section of the lake… is supposed to have something kinda like catfish. A little closer to Esodian suckerfish, it looks like. A little further that way is something like trout.
Niac: Response
He shrugged before closing the book and tucking it into the breast pocket of his shirt, smiling warmly.
Beck: Hell if I know. I've only been fishing, like, three times in my life, and it was always for a short film and not actually to catch anything. I've eaten them both and they're both pretty good, prepared properly.
Niac: Response
Quentin nodded at the small cooler floating on a little raft between them.
Beck: Hand me a beer, would you?
Niac: Response
[Tags/TBC!]
Lieutenant Commander Quentin Beck
Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
A238810SA0