Post by Deleted on May 31, 2014 19:13:43 GMT -8
Etimon had quickly latched on to the new technology that had been made available through their Federation membership; perhaps too quickly, judging by the scans that Sterling Bishop ran as he sat casually sipping a fruity beverage at a restaurant near the Royal Compound. The Etimonians in the establishment eyed him curiously as he sat there, clad in clothing that was anachronistic even outside of Retanya. His suit, crisply pressed, was a stark contrast from the flowing clothes of the natives, and the casual attire of the tourists. He spared a quick glance over to his companion before his attention was once more drawn to the heavily modified padd sitting to the right of his drink.
A server came by and refreshed the glass of citrus-infused water that was next to Sterling’s alcoholic beverage, and Sterling frowned in disapproval as he noted the dirt beneath the man’s fingernails. Had these people no class? Even the working class should be mindful of their own hygiene, particularly when they dealt with food. Sterling pushed the glass of water aside, his stomach turned against it.
“So what brings you down to the planet again?” he asked his companion, his eyes scanning the crowd for anything that might cause a threat to his person. Even despite the recent issues with Esohn, Etimon was a far more peaceful planet than most that the Federation encountered. Still, old habits died hard, and in Sterling’s case, would likely never die. Personally, his own reasons for going planetside were largely to get a feel for the Etimonians and how they did business. Thus far, he hadn’t had any problems with Tazer, per se, but it was always good policy to have a backup plan.
A glimpse of green skin caught his attention, and his eyes narrowed. “What are they doing here?” he muttered under his breath. It wasn’t one of the two Orion females he’d kept tabs on who were Starfleet officers presently assigned to the station. No, this was someone different.
An unfamiliar feeling struck him— indecisiveness— and he frowned. He was used to knowing everything that was happening or going to happen. He had contacts. Knowledge. Computers. Dashing good looks.
He looked over at his companion, an expression of nonchalance on his face. “Pretty dame,” he commented, hopeful that the anxiety that had begun to eat away in his stomach wouldn’t show.
No one saw Sterling Bishop anxious.
No one.
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A server came by and refreshed the glass of citrus-infused water that was next to Sterling’s alcoholic beverage, and Sterling frowned in disapproval as he noted the dirt beneath the man’s fingernails. Had these people no class? Even the working class should be mindful of their own hygiene, particularly when they dealt with food. Sterling pushed the glass of water aside, his stomach turned against it.
“So what brings you down to the planet again?” he asked his companion, his eyes scanning the crowd for anything that might cause a threat to his person. Even despite the recent issues with Esohn, Etimon was a far more peaceful planet than most that the Federation encountered. Still, old habits died hard, and in Sterling’s case, would likely never die. Personally, his own reasons for going planetside were largely to get a feel for the Etimonians and how they did business. Thus far, he hadn’t had any problems with Tazer, per se, but it was always good policy to have a backup plan.
A glimpse of green skin caught his attention, and his eyes narrowed. “What are they doing here?” he muttered under his breath. It wasn’t one of the two Orion females he’d kept tabs on who were Starfleet officers presently assigned to the station. No, this was someone different.
An unfamiliar feeling struck him— indecisiveness— and he frowned. He was used to knowing everything that was happening or going to happen. He had contacts. Knowledge. Computers. Dashing good looks.
He looked over at his companion, an expression of nonchalance on his face. “Pretty dame,” he commented, hopeful that the anxiety that had begun to eat away in his stomach wouldn’t show.
No one saw Sterling Bishop anxious.
No one.
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