Raye had left the evening briefing with a sour taste in her mouth. There were entities inside the locals that could move about at night while the host body wasn’t aware. That was something she hadn’t encountered or anticipated, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Finding herself outside of the holodeck, she tapped a few queries on the program menu. When nothing caught her fancy, she simply stepped into the empty, line graphed room and sighed. “Computer, show the newest discovered area of space. I want to feel like I’m standing on an asteroid in the middle of it all.” A moment later, the room seemed to shift as it was suddenly nothing but space. The stars, nebulas and planets of the new area were astounding and, as she asked, she was ‘standing’ on a small asteroid, the surface area on top about twice the size of the bridge. Sitting down, she sighed. Maybe she would get one of the security personnel to check her out on whatever equipment she needed to take walks outside the ship. The idea of sitting, like this, on the hull of the Manhattan and staring at the real stars seemed, at least at this moment, like a comforting idea. “Though perhaps not while at warp,” she laughed and mused out loud. Laughing slightly to herself, she shook her head. “All I need now is a companion and a nice bottle of something strong,” she laughed once more and shook her head. “Oh, well…”
Leaning back on her elbows, she looked like she belonged more on a beach than on an asteroid staring at a blue and purple nebula at the far reaches of explored space. Her mind, watching the stars and area around her, began to debate what the best course of action would be in deciding how to address the diplomatic representation request she was going to have to include in her notes at the end of all this. As well as what she was going to do to come to those choices in the next couple days. She had lots of questions for their hosts for tomorrow. It was going to be a long day. Yet still she sat there, in the middle of space, drifting with her thoughts.
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