Taking a Stroll

[Capt Ayers 0]

As Nick steps onto the Promenade he slows his pace enough so that his shadow has time to close the distance between them. Once the guard had done so, Nick resumes his normal walking pace as he heads in the direction of Drankum's. Along the way he passes several people who would be able to recognize him if they saw him. He keeps his head bowed, allowing the hood of the jacket to cover his face. The last thing he needed right now was to be spotted and cause a scene.

 

Honestly, the guard wasn't necessary in Nick's opinion. He wasn't about to attempt to leave the station, that would be foolish. His only homes were Earth and the Station itself and if he absconded from the Station he sure as hell wouldn't be able to make it back to Earth. Of Nick's many dreams and plans for the future, being a fugitive wasn't one of them. And it's not like he could try and make it to Lambda Aurigae even if he wanted to. There'd be no way he'd get past that task force. Which rather shot down the far-fetched idea of getting back aboard the El Aurian ship. Nick smirks and mutters to himself "The only way that'd be possible is if it decided to somehow show up here." Nick shakes his head and dismisses that idea as foolish.

 

Despite the Admiral's opinion to the contrary...and the delusion of those above him, Nick was and still is a loyal Starfleet officer and nothing he had done had violated that. Like he had told Muon, he had been doing his job, not just engaging in a bit of duplicitousness designed to protect El Aurian secrets. Unfortunately, Ethan had been the only one to understand that and that she does so would be suspect in the Admiral's eyes. With a trace of anger, Nick thinks that the Admiral should know Ethan well enough by now to know that the last thing the Lt. Commander was going to do was let personal feelings override her duty. Just as the Admiral should have known that Nick wouldn't have done what he had done without bloody good reason.

 

As Nick nears Drankum's he frowns slightly and concentrates. He can't put his finger on it but there was something not...right in the vicinity of the bar. He raises his head enough to allow him to look at the faces of the people as he passes them by. He isn't sensing something dangerous, at least he doesn't think he is, but something was definitely giving off a wrong.....vibe.