Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 10:22:49 GMT -8
Hunter's future was uncertain and, when that happened, he threw himself into his work. Too many questions, too many sly glances at him from the crew had made him more than a little frustrated. "Are you going to marry her now," was the most prevalent, but even more annoying were the, "are you still seeing her," questions. Their status was no one's business, but apparently it was everyone's business. While he never truly minded the rumor mill before, now it was becoming intrusive. Everyone seemed to know when he and Emmarie shared quarters and when they slept alone. Truthfully, he was surprised no one had set up a diaper-cam to document the number of times he changed Caine.
As he tapped on the PADD before him, he focused on the mission. They were heading to Florix, a planet at the edge of Sector One. The Florixians had not met their usual trade run to Etimon or DS9 and contact could not be established. With so many threats lately, it was reasonable to fear for their safety.
The local populace were odd creatures, with huge eyes, and furry bodies, and Hunter smirked to think that they would be logical prey for the Nolfians. Florixians were, on the whole, a peaceful race, cautious but friendly once trust was established. Reading the data packet sent by Etimon, Hunter leaned back in his chair and yawned. Three o'clock feedings were beginning to wear on him, and he suspected that tonight he would make an excuse and sleep in his own quarters.
A quick glance at his chronometer told him that it was almost time. The journey to Florix from Etimon was approximately ninety minutes, but they had stopped briefly near Jegandis and Ivicus to do a very brief survey for chroniton signatures before continuing on.
Stretching after some time passed, Hunter got up and met the rest of the team in the transporter room before beaming down to the planet. As they materialized in the basalt city, it was quickly apparent that the place was deserted. Grabbing his tricorder, Hunter began scanning. "No lifesigns," he said. It confirmed what had been reported when the Talon scanned the planet after dropping into orbit. "Where did they go," Hunter asked the universe.
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As he tapped on the PADD before him, he focused on the mission. They were heading to Florix, a planet at the edge of Sector One. The Florixians had not met their usual trade run to Etimon or DS9 and contact could not be established. With so many threats lately, it was reasonable to fear for their safety.
The local populace were odd creatures, with huge eyes, and furry bodies, and Hunter smirked to think that they would be logical prey for the Nolfians. Florixians were, on the whole, a peaceful race, cautious but friendly once trust was established. Reading the data packet sent by Etimon, Hunter leaned back in his chair and yawned. Three o'clock feedings were beginning to wear on him, and he suspected that tonight he would make an excuse and sleep in his own quarters.
A quick glance at his chronometer told him that it was almost time. The journey to Florix from Etimon was approximately ninety minutes, but they had stopped briefly near Jegandis and Ivicus to do a very brief survey for chroniton signatures before continuing on.
Stretching after some time passed, Hunter got up and met the rest of the team in the transporter room before beaming down to the planet. As they materialized in the basalt city, it was quickly apparent that the place was deserted. Grabbing his tricorder, Hunter began scanning. "No lifesigns," he said. It confirmed what had been reported when the Talon scanned the planet after dropping into orbit. "Where did they go," Hunter asked the universe.
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