=/\= Docked Transport from Aeren III =/\=
A small muddy figured peeked out the opened door where fresh fruits and vegetables had just been unloaded. She watched as all the busy figures inspected, directed, examined, searched and moved people and crates in all kinds of directions. She slipped from the craft she had snuck onto and to the docking deck floor. She moved in the shadows of the stacked boxes and crates.
She was able to make it to a long hallway by blending in with the legs of the adults that paused before moving down the corridor. At the end of the hallway she peeked at a new hub of activity that both excited and confused her. Noticing a nearby plat she moved from the shadow that she was engulfed in and hid behind it to watch all those that seemed to rush from once place to another. There were a few who sat at tables but they never seemed to stay very long; many leaving partially eaten food and half drunk drinks behind.
She watched as a rather large man sat down at one of the tables nearest to where the others were walking. She admired his gold and black uniform. She licked her lips and swallowed as he sipped at the drink in front of him. She rubbed her hands on her pants rubbing as much dirt off the pants as her hands. She rubbed her nose with the back of her index finger and then over her mouth with her palm-side of her fingers. She watched as the last drop of liquid slid from the glass and into the mans mouth. {I wish ... it was my last sip. My mouth feels like cotton.}
She watched as the nice lady brought the fat man another drink and said something to him. She watched as the balloon like head nodded. Her stomach growled loudly and she looked around to make sure that no one else had heard and found her. Satisfied that no one had discovered her hiding spot she turned her attention back to the table. She noticed that the man hadn't touched his new drink yet and that he seemed to be talking to himself. The nice lady was back and set a plate down with a round sandwich on it.
The man made a funny face and stood. He looked at the plate in front of him and shook his head before walking off. {OH... no} she thought. Her stomach had other ideas and growled again setting her feet in motion. Using the bags that people carried and the shadows they made she quickly made her way to the table. She climbed onto the chair and carefully picked up the glass. She took a sip and swished the sweet liquid around her mouth. {Its fizzy} she thought as she swallowed. She looked at the round sandwich and deeply breathed in the aroma. Her stomach rumbled loudly and she blushed as she looked around at the others. She lifted the top off the sandwich and noticed a slice of cheese and a leafy green. It smelled warm and spicy. She replaced the top and took a large bite. She closed her eyes while she chewed savoring every flavor of the morsel in her mouth. She quickly swallowed and open her eyes to take another bite.
With her eye open, however, she met the steely gaze of a man with a broad chest and a small scar under his left eye. Her hands began to shake as she put the sandwich back on the plate.
"What is you name," came the deep throated demand.
She swallowed hard and her lip trembled as she looked down at the floor. Her head slowly came back up as she followed his legs up to his waist and then the broad chest and then as he stood to his full height her head tilted back a bit as her gaze came back to his. Her lips still trembled as she quietly said, "Rowan."
=/\= End Log =/\=
Rowan
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Security guy
NPCs played by Jass
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