Archives For June 2014

Making my way out form the halls of spaceport, then using the internal trams to Exit out from the building itself finding standing for a while outside the entrance, then looking out nearby finding a cab.. Deciding to hail it.. It came, having to find it not traditional driverless, finding an actual driver in the driving seat… I got in… then he got my luggage into the boot… once settle I told him given directions   to a nearby storage warehousing, where he understood where it is … Where I’ve left something behind a long time ago…  Traveling down this road where’ve I seen long ago, looking out the window… Looking at the light polluted night, only seeing a few stars peering right out… Seeing multiple streaking reflect of light, like back in my childhood days…. Seeing the sunlight reflectively from Starships that travelling above makes an awesome view a night sleeping under the stars with Father renovating my bedroom with a sheltering slide roof skyline, with a mobile 30inich Meade telescope attaching to that viewing central station that I sit on endless nights…  so I could view the pasting Starships above earth..

Looking around as the Cab driver turns into the drive way of the storage warehouse…. The gates open as I spelling out and show my access credentials…. Towards the guy working in the night shift booth… As we drove down to the following storage warehousing..  Moving around finding a red painted door… Marked with the number thirteen… In bold white slightly worn…..  Then I told the cabbie to stop here.. Opening the cab’s door.. And getting out and looking at this massive door…  that once, still contained my old friend whom been around with me through life…  then the driver got my luggage out from the boot.. And curiously concern that I’m going to be left alone in all this darkest alley look around… then I told him “it’s okay to go… and if something happens.. I can basically handle things on my own”…. Opening my jacket… He understood… After I still have some of my work gear on that shouldered holster… Revealing a modified slide arm… My modified Phaser Pistol… otherwise my work will have to pick up the tab…

The Cabbie drove off… in and out into the distance of the warehousing…  I reach out to my jackets Comm displays.. Activating a Tricorder holding out my left wrist… Making those several command keys to open that door in which marked out boldly numbered thirteen…  Also behind that door…  something roared back to life as the large storage interior lights out with it was my friend … that classic crimson red white stripe 1969 Cadillac Deville convertible… saying that Hello as I grab my luggage and hauling in the back seat.. and checking the systems on my jackets display that’s ready to go..  and I said back with a hug, hugging that bonnet feeling  that engine then the tyres fold back inside glowing with a white circular glow emitting the flow elevating her  then getting in to driver side, feeling that red leather patent steering  wheel again..  Lifting, a few commands then the rear small impulse exhaust started to roar back to life.. Then I drove her out from storage then finding my helmet, wearing it then the Head up Displays turn on… Then now in mid-air, seeing the cabbie making out the drive way.. Seeing the storage door closes…  Then saying    “Heya Erin- I missed you… Dearly… Then hugging the steering wheel…  then making ways to my Parents place surprising them.

 

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That moment of stepping out of the taking of my Comm badge off and inserting into my Jackets wearable device Comm placement then setting on standby…  thinking as I entered to Nashville’s spaceport terminal for the required for customs and immigration paperwork.. Reaching out on my internal left sleeve… Finding a small micro Isolinear chip. Then handing it over to the customs terminal… Finding it passed without my former works processing papers then reinserting back in by Jacket…  Looking around finding, there was lots of food stalls of all types and various other species… finding lots have change the last time I walk through this section…  of this terminal it’s a little brighter … fresher as it was clean..  Looking at the surrounding the walls of the terminal, above the stalls were quite a lot of advertising… Besides that, it was one large major holographic screen where it featuring major news something about my work place… that there was unusual large amount of shuttle traffic looking at the featured article closer.  Something that I’ve seen as I left from Paris from a further distance….  Somehow I could hail in, to call in to check in to see what’s up then again but then someone told me I need rest… And knowing that someone, that someone that I know and work for can handle it for herself…  And knowing that she could.. Thinking now that she’s sitting in my super comfy teal chair right now… In my office with all those Holo displays circling around that chair, having that awesome view of Paris should keep her clam and tested this time… thinking that she’s ready to sit in that chair of mine..

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Getting around the shuttle, looking around, to see if anything I left behind. Looking out the window it’s night. Looking at my seat, Nup.  Except those golden gum drops wrappers, that I left on the adjacent seat.. Thinking that I should collect them, instead of littering… I did that… Grabbing them, and then putting remaining wrappers in the pockets of my Jacket…

Then went to the overhanging lockers that reside above my chair, opening it, as it lit my red satchel, and my grey matt Starfleet issue carryon luggage,  which is moderately scratched after it had a few  tour of duties roaming around from Starship to Starship in my younger days..

After finding a small bin in the galley, then trashing the wrappers in the found bin. Finding myself hearing no one from the passenger section, only the crew and that late pilot guy looking back with the look, that looks the last one..!  Replying back with that look… Looks like it…  Noticing that too, I was the only one left after the several round feels like a dozen or so stop overs, thinking each stopover had some amazing landscape to cover.  Looking around the centre passenger alley, where the comfortable cubic cabins, centred aside of the shuttle. Then I started to walk to the exit of the shuttle hatch doors. Then that view of my home town started to appear beyond the spaceport. Then it hit me, I’m home… my sigh of breath saying that shore leave as started long time ago after leaving that view of the Eiffel tower in Paris. Walking out from the shuttle hatch doors onto open catwalk,  into the fresh clear night sky that over hangs as I looking at the slight dark distance as Nashville towering city lights lit up in the distance in which seeing a few stars… Home…