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Space Port - Ships That Sail By (open)

Posted March 20, 2023, 9:14 p.m. by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) (Abigail G)

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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

Jezem tended to stand out in his traditional orion clothes. A white loin cloth to cover his lower half and leather straps decorated with gold wrapped around his chest and shoulders. More gold jewelry and chains wrapped around his throat, arms and hung from clips placed upon the leather straps. A style that boasted comfort and extravagance. He noted the human who came to stand close-by. Noted her PaDD and starfleet combadge. The way she searched for a ship that has yet to arrive. Interesting. Questions burned in his mind.

On duty? Or off duty? Waiting for work or waiting for personal reasons? A puzzle to be solved. “No sign of your ship yet?” He asked.

Jezem

She sighed a little. “No, unfortunately. It’s been delayed but not by too long so I’m waiting here rather than heading back to to the surface and coming back up.” The woman took him in a little more fully, very used to variety of people that Oed brought into its orbit. “What about you?”

Lt. Sherri Watts

Delayed ship. Must be important if she’s waiting on them. Something that can only be done face to face? Jezem hummed and looked out over the landing pads below, “People watching,” He answered honestly. There was something about traveling that made people more honest. Everyone so focused on where to go, when to leave, what’s the next step in security that they wear their thoughts on their sleeves. They forget that there are hundreds others moving around them. “What will you do if your ship doesn’t arrive?”

Jezem

She grinned. “Oh, it will, it’s a passenger ship and it’s not that far away. I’m trying to be patient with whatever delay they’ve had but I’m supposed to be at a meeting in an hour and a half and I think I’m going to be cutting it rather fine as it is.” The woman shrugged. “Oh well, I tried. My sister will just have to go with whatever happens.”

Lt. Sherri Watts

“That’s exactly why being ‘fashionably late’ was invented.” Jezem said with a quiet huff of amusement. Passenger ships, of all shapes, sizes and quality held one universal constant: that they were reliably consistently late. He glanced over at the pending arrivals board, noted the delays marked next to the name of each ship due to arrive. Those numbers were never accurate. She could be stuck here for a while. “Sounds like to me your sister will be pulled into the nearest shuttle the moment her feet touches ground.”

Jezem


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