Walking back through the ship was like revisiting a bad nightmare, but his memories were not all bad. The Garden that Faye had once proudly shown off to him was perhaps one place he could find some solace. It was as beautiful as he once remembered it.
Walking in through the doubled entrance the first thing he forgot was just how big it was, as if someone had taken a chunk from one of Earths nature reserves and carved it into the Manhattans hull. As he dived into the centre courtyard behind him he left the Experimental Plants and Fruit trees, all heavily scenting the air around him.
Luke walked underneath the arch which was above the threshold to the courtyard, he turned right and made his way down the curvy path knowing that there was a small circuit that led him back to the entrance, the courtyard was filled with more native tree’s and plants you’d see in most gardens. His pace was slow as he took in each piece of greenery.
This was one of the things that drew him back to the ship, not many had this type of luxury especially out here in the DQ, he really could see why Faye loved it so much. He’d never been a green thumb but he’d left the Manhattan with fond memories and took them back to Earth where he started growing his own fruit and vegetables, mostly chillies.
Rounding back to the entrance he carried on forward so this time the pond was on his right shoulder, its stepping stone path disappearing behind another bout of trees, though the sound of its running water and the laughter of a couple utilising its benches found its way through the mass of trunks and foliage.
Finally Luke found himself ascending the winding hill path which snaked from left to right and crossed the stream that flowed down from its water source at the peak. He took it slow and paused to gaze at the tropical glasshouse which was an explosion of greens, reds, purples, blues and oranges through its slightly misty glass panes.
Arriving at the furthers point from other people and the path. Taking his bag and placing it on the floor he retrieved a Padd and a cooler flask before sitting himself down on a bench that overlooked everything. He had planned on doing some work, writing his initial assessments and letting FedSec HQ know he’d arrive safely. FedSec, gods he didn’t know whether the opportunity was a gift or a cruse but either way he’d try and do things differently this time.
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