Izzy sipped her drink, her foot jinglng to the music from Chris's PDA. Ellie had arrived to keep her company, leaving Jacob and Cassie to supervise the Orion.
"Wish Jeremy would come back."
"He's got a job defending the human race."
"And pissing off the Navy and LSF."
"They hate him,nhe encourages it. Honestly, they cant stop him."
"Yeah, for some odd reason they cant."
Chris's eyes suddenly opened snapping up straight he inhaled quickly his heat hitting the back of the seat standing up quickly he'd only get half way before he realizes where he is getting up the rest of the way and accidentally backing in to Izzy. seeming a little out of place as he glares at her almost annoyed."Watch-"He'd cut his self off as he realizes it was him who smacked into her."Sorry."he'd say before heading out the door taking a wrong turn as he goes to exit taking a different direction from Doreen and the hanger bay, looking disorientated
Hed come back slightly calm having only rounded the corner so no one could see him never going past the restricted area as he continue to gather his self he took his head phones out, he could listen to all the sounds all at once it being funneled down the corridor at all he could hear was the clutter of dishes talking laughing and it was starting to get to him before it finally died down in his head. As he pulled down his black loose hooded thin jersey that had two parts to it, he came back around the corner heading to the Lounge again, hed quickly find the guard nodding to him slightly then moving over to the counter. Hello sorry I dont know your name yet but would you be able to indicate me to the bathroom please?hed wait for the answer patently looking at Izzy to see if she was still alright.
Izzy, with her infallibe ability to know things were changed or different, stretched out and spun her back, hearing the snaps and pops and feling relief. She saw Chris looking at her. She gave him a small smile and turned around.
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As the usual business went on within the lounge, the ship's com system gave an audible.
"Attention all personnel, this is Commander Haddock. We are transitioning to Freeport 11. We leave in 10 minutes. If any Order personnel are in Pleasantview that need to return to Toledo, you must do so now. If you wish to stay with us to Freeport 11, you are free to join us but you will need to find a way home from there."
Some of the buzz from the ship's command staff was at a whisper, "must be a result of the recent No Fire Zone incursion by a couple of Bounty Hunters."
"Freeport 11, Lividia, Toledo, it makes no difference to me," said one man, "this is home regardless of location."
After a while of not hearing a response from the lady for what ever reason he just sighed moving to one of the sofa's and sitting down on it laying down slightly being at ease as he rested his head on the on the pillar that held the plant, laying back on it looking as if he was in a world of his own, for any one that knew him this would be the time to try and talk to him when he had nothing particular on his mind, even more so now his head phones where out of his ears the music no longer deafening the sounds around him.
He'd be laying across the sofa where barely any one had sat as the others were at the table his body angling slightly as his feet were on the stool and the rounded pillar at the end of the seat his shoulder blades both on the seat and pillar his legs crossed over and his arms folded across his chest, he was wearing a loose draping hooded jersey looking thin with a second part that would be able to cover his face, he often used this on the snow planets as he spent most of his time in the cold. There would be a odd glow coming from under the jersey a faint dark distinguishable blue light that even glowed through the black jeans, his hair was not styled and he had a rough hairs along his cheek and chin, his eyes was closed as his PDA had been shut off now meaning no one would be able to disturb him during a talk. as people passed him or he felt he was being watched his eyelids would crack open slightly before finding the source then shutting them again. the closest people near him were Ellie and Izzy being just off to his right.
His eyes would open as he smiled slightly as he had predicted she'd think just because he acted foul and the truth was he could hear everything they were saying behind him when she was arguing with Jeremy even though his PDA was at a ridiculous volume.
"Just be your self and I may accpet that."
He loved to 'toy' with people slightly to keep them guessing, truthfully for him he always liked to keep things as interesting as he could but he did not like being touched when he didn't allow it.
"So your AI's are not deciding to bug you at the moment or did they get boring?"
He'd be closing his eyes again, he figured you could some times tell what people were really thinking when you watched there eyes and listened to their voice which is why he was so good at keeping the same emotionless face, to him some times showing emotion was a weakness.
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He removed his hat as he stepped through the entryway to to the lounge, rubbing his tired eyes after a long day on the bridge. His uniform was still crisp after a long day, his ribbon rack over his left breast showing with pride as his cape rolled over his back to about 6 inches off the floor. Noticing the guard at the door, he smiled a bit and shook his hand, "NeqneH, Mr. Garok," he said sharply.
The guard responded, "neqneH, Commander. 'oH 'oH QaQ Daq legh SoH."
The Commander laughed and put his hands up, "OK, Mr. Garok, I give. I still have much to learn of your language." He then asked him, "what are you drinking?"
"While I'm working, prune juice, a Warrior's drink!" he declared.
"Bah!" the Commander declared as he approached the bar, "Blood Wine for us both, Rhonda."
"Oh yes, Sir, Commander," the small brunette said as she filled two large mugs with ice, tequila, rum, a dash of grenadine syrup, 2 dashes of hot sauce and then filled the rest up with cranberry juice. She then shook each mug twice and handed them to the Commander who in turn, brought one to his Klingon friend.
"Mr. Garok, THIS is a warrior's drink," he declared as they touched mugs and took a big drink.
"qa'plAH!" the Commander declared, "excellent mix as usual."
"qa'plAH indeed, Commander," replied Garok, "you would make a great Klingon!"
With that, the Mr. Garok finished his drink at the Commander's order while the commander himself mingled with some of the command staff and some of the medical people. After several minutes, he noticed his head barmaid wasn't there. He then returned to Rhonda.
"Where's Doreen?" he asked.
"Doreen? Oh, her shift ended awhile ago," she answered, "she had a rough night and well, she was pretty beat."
"What happened?" inquired the Commander.
"You know, I'm not totally sure exactly," she explained, "a visitor spoke to her briefly, handed her a small toy and she ran out crying." She then shrugged, "I don't get it really."
She then saw the stranger with the hooded shirt in a corner, "I think it was him but I"m not sure."
The Commander then patted her on the shoulder and simply said "thanks."
He took a seat, watching inquisitively, studying the crowd
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