From: Steven Peterson (petsted_at_hotmail.com)
Date: Sun Apr 29 2007 - 13:58:05 PDT
==/\== “A Commercial Trek” Continued from Sarah’s “When You Are Called—Do You Serve?” ==/\== Location: GATEWAY STATION, GS-2 Scene: Promenadeà“Treasures of Targus” Stardate: 2.70429.1700 Nick Cannon meandered through the promenade sticking out like a sore thumb, to the extent that anyone could stick out aboard the massive GATEWAY complex. He was a solid, stocky 6’4”, with a mess of blond hair that he always let get a bit too long. However, it was not his stocky build that made him stick out—there were plenty of species that took up much more space than his Risan/human frame—rather it was the half-zipped Starfleet flight suit that he was wearing even though he was meandering through the station. He had not been through the promenade all that much since coming aboard, there had actually been very little time for that given all the madness that this place seemed to be under. Now he was finally taking the time to see what the hundreds of commercial locations on the station had to offer. To the left there were stores, to the right there were more, and up for deck upon deck there were more stores. “It’s like a Ferengi designed this place,” Cannon said to himself silently. The fighter squadron commander walked for a while, finally stopping when a particular establishment caught his eye. The not-so-subtle green sign read “Treasures of Targus.” Cannon crossed with ease through the mass of people that walked through the main open-area of the promenade and into the establishment that had caught his eye. Inside, “Treasures of Targus” was laid out with various “treasures” stacked one atop another. It looked as though there were items from every planet and the quadrant, and even more from the Alpha Quadrant. He spotted a section of the store with stuff—“treasures”—from Earth, a smaller section from Risa, and nearly every planet in between. “Ah yessss, ssir, how can I help you’ssse?” the words came out as a slur before Cannon was able to turn and see who was speaking to him. As Nick had expected by the sound of the male voice, when he saw the speaker, the man was a Gorn. “Well, I was just walking down the promenade and your store happened to catch my eye.” The Starfleet officer hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true, but was trying to be deliberately vague as he was not sure what kind of shopping experience this might be. “I guess I am looking for a, err, a treasure from Risa or Earth.” The male Gorn nodded, or rather what appeared to be a nod—it was so hard to tell sometimes with the reptilian species. “Yessss, we have many classic and ancient treasures from those worlds, particularly from Earth as humans in particular have produced treasures of all sorts through the years.” The pilot shrugged slightly, he wasn’t so certain of that. “What do you have for Terran music that might not be available on FedNet or in the archives?” “Oh yessss, we have a wide sssselection. Are you looking for ancient, classsssical, or modern Terran musssical fare?” The Gorn’s pointed tongue darted out occasionally as he spoke, a somewhat gross but apparently perfectly natural action. Nick thought for a moment, trying to establish where this Gorn shopkeeper might place what he was looking for. “I am looking for something from the twentieth-century, it is somewhat popular in small corners of Risa as well. I believe it is called ‘Margaritaville.’” “Yesss…computer, locate twentieth-century terran-musical selection ‘Margaritaville’ within the Terran treassssuressss inventory.” The computer beeped in an unfamiliar tone. [[Located, selection is available on Terran-format called compact-disc in section four-CR on shelf three.]] The large Gorn scurried away, slurring something about being right back as Nick Cannon stood there, waiting. A minute later the Gorn returned with a round, rather bulky disc. “Thissss isss a compact-disssc, and thissss issss itsss player.” He showed Cannon the bulky thing with some kind of ear devices that he carried. “Hmmm…well I guess I will take it. It is a treasure after all.” The Gorn clearly did not pick up on Canon’s subtle sarcasm but merely nodded—or whatever the strange head motion he was making was—and packed up the strange disc and its player in a box for the fighter squadron commander. ==/\== NRPG: Short and somewhat un-character focused, but it does get a post out after a long absence and it does help populate the promenade even more. ==/\== Steven Peterson Lieutenant Nick Cannon Fighter Squadron Commander GATEWAY STATION, GS-2 _________________________________________________________________ Explore the seven wonders of the world http://search.msn.com/results.aspx?q=7+wonders+world&mkt=en-US&form=QBREA1] From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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