Ep. 1 - A Moment's Peace

[Kensai]

{the pub...}

The alcohol was just enough to take the edge off the harsh world Charlie lived in – which included having to either run away or fight. Alcohol made her self-control lower, her words truthful and less thoughts that remained just thoughts.

…We don't want any trouble now do we?" the commander was still matching her gaze.

‘Where did all these damn Starfleet come from? Don’t they have a ship to run or something?’ she thought. She noticed his hand hovering on his phaser, a little ‘warning’ that she should back away, which sobered her up…slightly. He was close to her, close enough for her to disarm him – but his friends were a problem. If it was not for the sidearms they carried, she’d stand a much better chance – but she could be dealing with the Starfleet’s best marksmen without even knowing.

“My friend,” the term came out sarcastic, “I suggest that you back away and leave me to my business.” She stood up from her barstool, “I don’t need an escort. I don’t need your money. And I don’t need yours or your ‘friends’ help. If you want to settle this in a less peaceful manner, I suggest you lower your phaser and we’ll settle this unarmed.” She straightened her back, not leaving her gaze that bore a hole in the commander’s head, “Otherwise, walk away and forget me, friend.” Her hand made a tight fist, ready to disarm him if he made a move.

[gryphonpoet]

(In Dock 426)

Jondro remembered the first time he had been in a spaceport by himself. As a nine-year-old, the place had been large, impersonal and uncaring. Now, these ports didn't seem so large. The labyrinthine design could still test the imagination of the unwary, so Jondro took a moment to look for the most likely place to find the door to the landing site.

He watched the security cameras follow his movements to that door. The echo of the maple walking stick he banged against the locked metal door faded slowly. As he knocked, the Bajoran wanderer presumed someone would already be en route. So Jondro waited patiently for one of the supernumeraries guarding the entryways to appear. He was still smiling, still looking around himself inconspicuously.

[eunhathes]

[Klisikar]

The enebriated man nodded with approval. "Shoundses goo." He rose, stubmled slightly, and regained his composure. Maxwell touched the area over his heart and spoke, "Hoooper to Keell... Keella... Killalalrnee: Too ta beeem bahk." He was stunned when nothing happened and he touched his chest again. "Hooopa to Keell... Hoopar to Killaarneee: Reespawned." Again, the silence in his ears edged his mind further on. "Kwiggneee, eye thiinksses wee might haffa git too da... shuddellel." He gestured to the Starfleet personell in the bar. "Mebbee thay no wahr wee kin faind da shuddel." With that Maxwell took off towards the various Starfleet shirts assembled for shore leave.