beyond this immediate location.”
Janeway approached a centrally located post approximately five meters from the lift depot. When Tuvok examined one of the screens mounted on the side, he quickly determined that it displayed a general menu of options.
“We have to enter our processing code,” Janeway pointed out.
Tuvok keyed in the sequence the docking official had assigned to Voyager. He ignored the three-dimensional tetrahedron that tumbled disquietingly in one corner of the screen, each side flashing vibrant colors, as he keyed through the menus. Although he was unable to directly access an agent of House Min-Tutopa, his request was immediately answered by the appearance of a three-dimensional map of the Hub. The interlocking tetrahedrons that comprised the interior of the asteroid shell swung into focus as the map rotated on the screen.
“It looks like a crazy quilt my great-aunt Hedra had on the bed in the spare room,” Janeway said, attempting to gain control of the map rotation using the touch sensors. Their current location was indicated, followed by the appearance of a dotted line, cutting through the map in odd angles.
“I believe this is the path we are instructed to take,” Tuvok said.
“Yes, but what is that symbol at the originating point?”
She glanced around, as Tuvok indicated the corner to their right.
“I believe it is some form of expressway.”
“Oh, right. But what do these symbols mean?” Janeway was shaking her head as they finally determined the station transfers, while Tuvok took the opportunity to record the map with his tricorder.
“It doesn’t matter how many degrees in applied physics or quantum engineering you have,” the captain sighed. “Trying to find your way around an alien transportation system is still the hardest thing to do in the universe.”
“Perhaps you should reconsider the direct approach, Captain,” Tuvok cautioned, as per his duty as security chief. “Space stations are typically dangerous places.”
“Never say die,” the captain responded enigmatically.
Tuvok debated several responses, attempting to determine which would be the most appropriate, as they went through the pointed arch into the expressway. A few other people were standing on the platform waiting for a car, including several red-clad Cartel enforcers.
Tuvok kept a vigilant eye on everyone. One of his early assignments was on Deep Space Four, as part of the security team.
It had given him the valuable experience of applying his tactical abilities on the individual level, combating criminals who engaged in petty theft, brawling, assault, and occasionally even murder. It was an assignment that Tuvok preferred not to repeat.
Yet during those two years, he had been able to cohabitate with his wife, who had taken a sabbatical in order to be with him.
They had been young, then, beginning their family.
A rush of air announced the arrival of an expressway car. Almost chagrined by the slip in his Vulcan control, Tuvok protected Janeway from the jostling that accompanied their entry into the transport. He ignored his distaste at being confined in close quarters with a crowd of humanoids, bringing his senses to full alert. He did not intend to disappoint the captain again.
Tuvok was cognizant of the fact that the lights in the office were too bright for the captain. Janeway was squinting even as the clerk—who had kept them waiting for several hours—performed a quick introduction to Agent Andross. A large hologram filled the wall behind the agent, in the most opulent display he’d seen thus far of the sunburst symbol associated with House Min-Tutopa.
The sun moved as if with the coming of dawn, complete with complex atmospheric formations that changed as the star passed through a deep blue-green sky to finally set in a burst of diffracted light.
Agent Andross rose with a practiced smile that managed to greet them without any noticeable warmth. Tuvok was prepared to speculate that
Janeway approached a centrally located post approximately five meters from the lift depot. When Tuvok examined one of the screens mounted on the side, he quickly determined that it displayed a general menu of options.
“We have to enter our processing code,” Janeway pointed out.
Tuvok keyed in the sequence the docking official had assigned to Voyager. He ignored the three-dimensional tetrahedron that tumbled disquietingly in one corner of the screen, each side flashing vibrant colors, as he keyed through the menus. Although he was unable to directly access an agent of House Min-Tutopa, his request was immediately answered by the appearance of a three-dimensional map of the Hub. The interlocking tetrahedrons that comprised the interior of the asteroid shell swung into focus as the map rotated on the screen.
“It looks like a crazy quilt my great-aunt Hedra had on the bed in the spare room,” Janeway said, attempting to gain control of the map rotation using the touch sensors. Their current location was indicated, followed by the appearance of a dotted line, cutting through the map in odd angles.
“I believe this is the path we are instructed to take,” Tuvok said.
“Yes, but what is that symbol at the originating point?”
She glanced around, as Tuvok indicated the corner to their right.
“I believe it is some form of expressway.”
“Oh, right. But what do these symbols mean?” Janeway was shaking her head as they finally determined the station transfers, while Tuvok took the opportunity to record the map with his tricorder.
“It doesn’t matter how many degrees in applied physics or quantum engineering you have,” the captain sighed. “Trying to find your way around an alien transportation system is still the hardest thing to do in the universe.”
“Perhaps you should reconsider the direct approach, Captain,” Tuvok cautioned, as per his duty as security chief. “Space stations are typically dangerous places.”
“Never say die,” the captain responded enigmatically.
Tuvok debated several responses, attempting to determine which would be the most appropriate, as they went through the pointed arch into the expressway. A few other people were standing on the platform waiting for a car, including several red-clad Cartel enforcers.
Tuvok kept a vigilant eye on everyone. One of his early assignments was on Deep Space Four, as part of the security team.
It had given him the valuable experience of applying his tactical abilities on the individual level, combating criminals who engaged in petty theft, brawling, assault, and occasionally even murder. It was an assignment that Tuvok preferred not to repeat.
Yet during those two years, he had been able to cohabitate with his wife, who had taken a sabbatical in order to be with him.
They had been young, then, beginning their family.
A rush of air announced the arrival of an expressway car. Almost chagrined by the slip in his Vulcan control, Tuvok protected Janeway from the jostling that accompanied their entry into the transport. He ignored his distaste at being confined in close quarters with a crowd of humanoids, bringing his senses to full alert. He did not intend to disappoint the captain again.
Tuvok was cognizant of the fact that the lights in the office were too bright for the captain. Janeway was squinting even as the clerk—who had kept them waiting for several hours—performed a quick introduction to Agent Andross. A large hologram filled the wall behind the agent, in the most opulent display he’d seen thus far of the sunburst symbol associated with House Min-Tutopa.
The sun moved as if with the coming of dawn, complete with complex atmospheric formations that changed as the star passed through a deep blue-green sky to finally set in a burst of diffracted light.
Agent Andross rose with a practiced smile that managed to greet them without any noticeable warmth. Tuvok was prepared to speculate that
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