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Zantor wandered the desks, trying to get a better sence on this mysterious force that made him feel like this was home. He had wandered for an hour, having seen he didn't pull duty untill late that night. Graveyard shift wasn't so bad, but it was a waste of his talents. He was a fully doctor, everyone knew it. It was still yet another way that they were being mysterious and hateful to him. But he didn't mind it, he seemed to have a high tolerance for the abuses of others, as long as they didn't betray him. But he continued to wander around the ship, watching as the bulkheads passed by him in steady forms, barely catching up with his pase. He always had walked fast, and now was no different. As he wandered, he reached out tenatively with his mind, feeling the beings he passed, the joys and pains they held inside, without intrusion ofcourse. His medical training prevented him of that, do no harm they always said. In his line of work, it was a hard thing not to do any harm. But he still compensated for that with his excellence with his medical profession. He still allowed himself to feel the minds within the rooms around him. Yet his tour had purpose, thought behind it. He reached the turbolift and headed for the bridge.
The lieutenant walked up to him, he seemed to attract that type of attention. "Ensign, what can I do for you?" "I'm sorry, sir. Since the Chief Medical Officer wasn't there for me to report to, I thoguht to check in with the Captain or First officer for information." "Well, son, Captain Tempest Satarius is currently off duty, but I can try to locate the first officer for you." Zantor shook his head, finding it funny that the older looking man had called him son, even when Zantor had about 500 or so years on him. "That won't be nessessary. Thank you, Sir." Zantor said, turning about and walking back to the the turoblift.
Near the holodecks, he opened his mind again. Just a peak, just a thought, reading and escaping in the thoughts of others. A few were swimming on rigel 9, a few were fighting in the klingon program that he knew of, two others were hiking up a moutian... Hmm... that is an idea, Zantor said to himself just before closing his mind and heading to the next holodeck. He pulled out his padd, programing in the individual course into the data banks. Hiking on Vilar 4, he smiled as he activated the program and walked in.
Something about this place filled his memory, something about this moutian spoke to him in ways he couldn't describe. It was filled with the beauty of the surroundings, the cold crisp moutian air, the long hills with beautifully purple bolders and pebbles, the cavernious connections of streams below, but his favorate part was the cliff he now stood on. He smiled as he looked down, watching three small pebbles fall down the 400 foot flight. He closed his eys and felt the nature take over, felt the wind filling his heart, his mind. Something about this place did stirr his memories, his past. He could imagine... 'Oh, is it easier to walk to the edge of a 400 foot cliff...' A soft wisper rang in his mind. A pair of eyes appear in his mind's eyes, the need for silence, the soft touch of finger against lips. The... He was on to something and he knew it. When Zantor opened his eyes, the images were gone, the memory passed back into the turmoil of his past. oh well, he said as he walked back and sat in the cave. More today then yesterday, more tomarrow then today, eh thought to himself. Zantor relaxed there for a few moment, before hiking back down and heading to his quarters. Ensign Roka Zantor Medical
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