Qi took the last transport out of Deep Space 9. He preferred to travel late at night, away from the crowds. During normal hours, the transports were routine. The conversations were a flavorless hum of bored dockworkers’ complaints. The people who traveled on the last transport of the night were fascinating, all riddles and rumors.
Qi didn’t have much in the way of luggage. He had a few clothes made from materials that couldn’t be replicated, some odd scientific equipment, and a bottle of Tenebran wine from his province on the Trill home world. The wine was extremely low quality, the kind that was only really enjoyed by students. Lumis had gifted it to him partly as a joke, and partly as a reminder of the many long nights that they’d spent imbibing the stuff.
He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and pulled his jacket closed so that the collar of his uniform wouldn’t show. People tended to clam up when they saw it.
He was rewarded with a couple of stories to keep him entertained during the trip. The Andorian across from him was having an affair. She spent most of the trip assuring her paramour, a pale-faced Bajoran, that her three partners suspected nothing, and even if they did, they were all home on Starbase 1.
The Frerengi was pitching his new business venture to anybody who would listen. Apparently, a planet in the Gamma quadrant was rich in a type of algae that gave its spring water a mildly psychoactive quality. All perfectly legal and legitimate under Federation law, he asserted. Qi smirked as he discreetly reviewed the padd with his new assignment.
I never did find out exactly happened aboard the Philadelphia, he thought. Whatever it was, they kept most of the senior staff together. I’m sure lips will loosen eventually.
The transport jolted and began its slow approach toward the Antares Shipyards. Qi picked himself up and watched as his new ship, the USS Yeager steadily came into view. At first glance, the ship was odd looking, a mishmash of disparate parts and systems It seemed to Qi like a particularly Trill design. Of course, the Trill had millions of years to co-evolve alongside their symbionts, while this ship barely had its hull plating attached this morning.
Qi disembarked from the transport, still largely unnoticed by the other passengers. They were all wrapped up in their own stories. As for his own, Qi couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
== Tag anyone who happens to be wandering the corridors on their way to the ship ==
Qi didn’t have much in the way of luggage. He had a few clothes made from materials that couldn’t be replicated, some odd scientific equipment, and a bottle of Tenebran wine from his province on the Trill home world. The wine was extremely low quality, the kind that was only really enjoyed by students. Lumis had gifted it to him partly as a joke, and partly as a reminder of the many long nights that they’d spent imbibing the stuff.
He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder and pulled his jacket closed so that the collar of his uniform wouldn’t show. People tended to clam up when they saw it.
He was rewarded with a couple of stories to keep him entertained during the trip. The Andorian across from him was having an affair. She spent most of the trip assuring her paramour, a pale-faced Bajoran, that her three partners suspected nothing, and even if they did, they were all home on Starbase 1.
The Frerengi was pitching his new business venture to anybody who would listen. Apparently, a planet in the Gamma quadrant was rich in a type of algae that gave its spring water a mildly psychoactive quality. All perfectly legal and legitimate under Federation law, he asserted. Qi smirked as he discreetly reviewed the padd with his new assignment.
I never did find out exactly happened aboard the Philadelphia, he thought. Whatever it was, they kept most of the senior staff together. I’m sure lips will loosen eventually.
The transport jolted and began its slow approach toward the Antares Shipyards. Qi picked himself up and watched as his new ship, the USS Yeager steadily came into view. At first glance, the ship was odd looking, a mishmash of disparate parts and systems It seemed to Qi like a particularly Trill design. Of course, the Trill had millions of years to co-evolve alongside their symbionts, while this ship barely had its hull plating attached this morning.
Qi disembarked from the transport, still largely unnoticed by the other passengers. They were all wrapped up in their own stories. As for his own, Qi couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.
== Tag anyone who happens to be wandering the corridors on their way to the ship ==