Posted March 17, 2023, 6:05 p.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Space Port - Ships That Sail By (open)
It wasn’t really a song, the mindless tune that Jezem hummed while watching the flow of people and ships through the Oed V spaceport. From his vantage point upon a bench in the second floor waiting area he could watch the ships ascend and descend from the landing pads and dance around one another in the open orange skies. Private ships, merchant ships, shipping vessels and starfleet ships and shuttles shared the airspace like animals circling around the favorite watering hole. People, too, of all kinds went about their lives.Jezem would play a game of guessing the work each person did based upon the ship they arrived or left in, the clothes they wore and how they held themselves. With near 100% accuracy. That wasn’t even bragging really, it used to be his job to pay attention to details. To know with one glance the essence of a person and the value or danger they possessed. Funny that, what once was his work now became a hobby. There were worse hobbies to have.
“Oh, you’re a terrible merchant,” Jezem noted by a newly arrived ship. Scuffed and chipped due so it must have the cheapest deflector dish. Poor paint-job. A second hand ship not worth the dilithium she ran on. The merchant, human, dressed obnoxiously bright, but the cloth quality was poor. The guy wouldn’t stop itching and fidgeting where the clothing rubbed against the joints. False bravado. Guy down on his luck and lacking the skills or knowledge to turn things around. Some ferengi is going to buy his product for pennies and there goes his money. Heh.
Jezem
Not far from him was a Human woman roughly about thirty years old with dark auburn hair that hung down her back in waves. She was leaning against a pillar and reading a PaDD. She was dressed casually in navy slacks and a loose pale green sweater with a Starfleet combadge on her chest. Every once in a awhile, she’d lift her brown eyes and cast them about the crowd. Not seeing what she was looking for, she went back to her reading.
After a few minutes, she stepped away from the pillar and came to stand near Jezem and attempted to peer to the left to where a ship could possibly docked. With a sigh, she stood back upright and gave Jezem a smile and a nod.
Lt. Sherri Watts
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