04-14-2024, 08:13 PM
As the pair moved through the crowd browsing as they went, they chatted and looked at several of the stalls along their path. They were just looking at a stall that sold pendants and other costume jewellery.
“... And this is a pair of flawless Andorian Blood Agates.” The Bajoran proprietor was saying about a pair of blue and red stones made into earrings, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to be from the Philadelphia, would you?” Asked a man about the same height as her.
From his dress, Maz quickly assessed Bajoran. But changed her mind as her brain caught up and saw the Trill markings running down his temples and neck.
Glancing sideways at Papaver, she listened to the young man as he continued to speak.
“I’m supposed to transfer there soon, but something seemed to be happening at the docking bay. I hope everybody’s alright.”
“Umm, yes.” She said taking a subtle defensive stance. “I'm from the Philadelphia, but...” She wasn't quite sure what to say. Surely command weren't actually still assigning new officers to a ship they knew was toast. And this guy wasn't exactly dressed like a Starfleet officer. But neither were the pair of them either. How had he identified her as coming from that ship?
“I'm sorry.” She said her years of combined tactical and security making her suspicious. “Who are you please?”
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“... And this is a pair of flawless Andorian Blood Agates.” The Bajoran proprietor was saying about a pair of blue and red stones made into earrings, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
“Excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to be from the Philadelphia, would you?” Asked a man about the same height as her.
From his dress, Maz quickly assessed Bajoran. But changed her mind as her brain caught up and saw the Trill markings running down his temples and neck.
Glancing sideways at Papaver, she listened to the young man as he continued to speak.
“I’m supposed to transfer there soon, but something seemed to be happening at the docking bay. I hope everybody’s alright.”
“Umm, yes.” She said taking a subtle defensive stance. “I'm from the Philadelphia, but...” She wasn't quite sure what to say. Surely command weren't actually still assigning new officers to a ship they knew was toast. And this guy wasn't exactly dressed like a Starfleet officer. But neither were the pair of them either. How had he identified her as coming from that ship?
“I'm sorry.” She said her years of combined tactical and security making her suspicious. “Who are you please?”
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