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Berth 32-C, Deck twelve, 2650. The Belarus.
Somewhere in the many corridors that connect the parts of the remarkable ship was this much less remarkable humaniod creature, scurrying her way down those corridors and trying her best to make her way to the particular part of the ship that she needed to be in.
The old pair of flat boots made unhappy, muffled thudding sounds with each of her footsteps and, once in a while, a slightly even more unhappy sound as she would change directions, halt for a moment to decide whether to change directions, or halt an ask someone nearby to help her determine whether to change directions.
"Excuse me, do you kn-"
The tripedal species from the grassland planet of Krueyhelm grew to an average height of fourteen feet and had sensory organs mounted on several stalks that extended another two. That allowed them an advantage of a wider range of sight and made available several otherwise unreachable food sources, and, at the same time, made them one of the worst choices for a member of a human subspecies with a height barely exceeding five and a half feet to ask directions from.
So Erin Lovell could only twitch her gill covers in frustration as the Krueyhelmite carried on with its swinging diagonal stride in the opposite direction, while the Huygenian medical officer searched desperately for the one door among the many nearly identical ones that bore the symbol that indicated it was in fact the door she was looking for.
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Half of the door of the medical quarters slid to the side, sheathing itself neatly into the adjacent wall panel. Erin, her briefcase in hand, and a piece of luggage staggered through.
"- Oh dear that was very confusing and exciting at the same time."
She said, leaving the luggage against the wall near the door, and swinging the briefcase such that it rested on the nearby table before it began its way down from the highest point of the swing. Going on to peel the coat off herself and hanging it on the edge of the same table, she carried on:
"..Voouguns. Handful of Mutrarians, and Zhakinons on the security team too. And two or three Strakreqi I think. And a Krueyhelmite - a Krueyhelmite! Can you -"
Erin recounted just about as much as she could remember on her way there. Half because there was a lot of staff and passengers aboard, of many different species and subspecies which implied different physiologies, and it would be of help to have information on which variations exactly that would have to be dealt with organized as soon and clearly as possible - and half because she forgot for a moment that this was the Belarus and not her old office at the spaceport.
And while she would have carried on into an lengthy expression of her appreciation towards in how interesting a way the Krueyhelmite circulatory system worked, the fact that the place behind the desk where her best liked colleague usually sat was now occupied by a large rotating chair with an As'storian sitting on it, as well as the lack of the presence at all of the desk that the seat was supposed to be behind, reminded Erin of the fact that she had neglected.
In a mixture of confusion, surprise, and awkwardness, an "Oh, it's you" of unspecified connotation escaped her lips as she took a moment to collect an understanding of the scenario. The specificness of that notion concerned the fact that she did remember Dutch from the line of people in front of her that had just finished their interviews back at the port.
Despite it possibly being a little too late for an attempt at a proper first impression (that was bound to be demolished later on anyway), she decided still for a formal introduction for it was only polite. Patting her hair - a curly mass of dark turquoise that was combed to one side and rested to the left of her collar - as if it wouldn't stay in place if she didn't, Erin straightened her stance, looked away for a moment and cleared her throat.
"Eh, hello. Erin Lovell." She said. "Great to meet you, mister - ?"
Somewhere in the many corridors that connect the parts of the remarkable ship was this much less remarkable humaniod creature, scurrying her way down those corridors and trying her best to make her way to the particular part of the ship that she needed to be in.
The old pair of flat boots made unhappy, muffled thudding sounds with each of her footsteps and, once in a while, a slightly even more unhappy sound as she would change directions, halt for a moment to decide whether to change directions, or halt an ask someone nearby to help her determine whether to change directions.
"Excuse me, do you kn-"
The tripedal species from the grassland planet of Krueyhelm grew to an average height of fourteen feet and had sensory organs mounted on several stalks that extended another two. That allowed them an advantage of a wider range of sight and made available several otherwise unreachable food sources, and, at the same time, made them one of the worst choices for a member of a human subspecies with a height barely exceeding five and a half feet to ask directions from.
So Erin Lovell could only twitch her gill covers in frustration as the Krueyhelmite carried on with its swinging diagonal stride in the opposite direction, while the Huygenian medical officer searched desperately for the one door among the many nearly identical ones that bore the symbol that indicated it was in fact the door she was looking for.
_________
Half of the door of the medical quarters slid to the side, sheathing itself neatly into the adjacent wall panel. Erin, her briefcase in hand, and a piece of luggage staggered through.
"- Oh dear that was very confusing and exciting at the same time."
She said, leaving the luggage against the wall near the door, and swinging the briefcase such that it rested on the nearby table before it began its way down from the highest point of the swing. Going on to peel the coat off herself and hanging it on the edge of the same table, she carried on:
"..Voouguns. Handful of Mutrarians, and Zhakinons on the security team too. And two or three Strakreqi I think. And a Krueyhelmite - a Krueyhelmite! Can you -"
Erin recounted just about as much as she could remember on her way there. Half because there was a lot of staff and passengers aboard, of many different species and subspecies which implied different physiologies, and it would be of help to have information on which variations exactly that would have to be dealt with organized as soon and clearly as possible - and half because she forgot for a moment that this was the Belarus and not her old office at the spaceport.
And while she would have carried on into an lengthy expression of her appreciation towards in how interesting a way the Krueyhelmite circulatory system worked, the fact that the place behind the desk where her best liked colleague usually sat was now occupied by a large rotating chair with an As'storian sitting on it, as well as the lack of the presence at all of the desk that the seat was supposed to be behind, reminded Erin of the fact that she had neglected.
In a mixture of confusion, surprise, and awkwardness, an "Oh, it's you" of unspecified connotation escaped her lips as she took a moment to collect an understanding of the scenario. The specificness of that notion concerned the fact that she did remember Dutch from the line of people in front of her that had just finished their interviews back at the port.
Despite it possibly being a little too late for an attempt at a proper first impression (that was bound to be demolished later on anyway), she decided still for a formal introduction for it was only polite. Patting her hair - a curly mass of dark turquoise that was combed to one side and rested to the left of her collar - as if it wouldn't stay in place if she didn't, Erin straightened her stance, looked away for a moment and cleared her throat.
"Eh, hello. Erin Lovell." She said. "Great to meet you, mister - ?"
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