Ian returned Theobald's smile, and beckoned for him to follow. "You won't be disappointed...I hope." He said, leading the way through the corridors back to his mooring point.
When they had arrived at the air lock style doors that lead off of Freeport 1 and onto Ian's ship,
a man dressed very similar to Ian was exiting through them. "Everything is in order, sir." He said with the air of a soldier. "Thank you, Tom." Ian replied, "Inform the crew they may have leisure until such time that work on the 'Reverie' begins."
Without a word, Tom turned back and did as told, disappearing from sight into the ship.
Ian said, without turning to Theobald, "Keep up."
and lead them both inside.
One couldn't help but notice how highly-polished everything was.
Yet, the steel surfaces everywhere, and the cold lighting combined to give a sense of rigid militaristic standards.
Ian didn't speak for a while as he lead Theobald through many corridors,
up many flights of stairs, all while making many turns here and there.
It was obvious he knew exactly where to go.
Finally, after what seemed like ten minutes, he spoke sounding somewhat amused. "Can't tell you how many new guys get completely lost in their first week.
It's meant to be confusing, see, due to my job. Here, we've arrived."
He said, indicating a flight of stairs much wider and grander than the last many were.
At the top of the stairs, they reached a very reinforced-looking door. Ian entered a many-digit passcode and the door slid open,
revealing a high-tech bridge.
The large windows all around gave a wide view of Omega-3.
Everything looked extra comfortable, and the crewmen working here and there looked very happy with their jobs.
Ian indicated the chintz Captain's seat, flanked by two similar seats.
"Come sit, we have much to discuss." He said, pressing a few buttons to reveal a drop-down liquor cabinet. "Whiskey, as promised? Or would you prefer something else?"
He was smiling kindly at Theobald, and pouring himself a glass of a very dark Whiskey.
