[ 𝒔 𝒂 𝒖 𝒕 𝒊 𝒊 opened a case. ]
Affairs straying from those stationed on earth both confused and intrigued him. Drew his eager mind from the tedious thralls of earthbound complexities, and launched him into a galaxy untouched by practiced fingers. Crime, no doubt, followed the trail of a rocket’s launch, but that was the business of the weightless, and the airless, and the most he could do was speculate.
Those enlisted were bodies to envy, and, meanwhile, pity just as much, if not more.
Reviewing documentation willingly released to the public, written knowledge was banked and stored, readied on a baited tongue. She was notorious, a name spelled out in the galaxies themselves.
Nyota Uhura. Human. Federation Starfleet. Lieutenant. Skilled, nearly unparalleled in linguistics. Stationed on the USS Enterprise.
Thus far, the undertones of their arranged meeting was unspecified, but the statistics, and general biography lead him to firmly believe no palpable harm would arise from their interaction. From time to time, scientific findings were exchanged from solid ground to the expansive beyond, who would rule out a relay of facts to a more direct source?
A source adorned in glasses that gnawed irritably against his vision as the sun reflected through them – sun. Summer, must be summer.
The welcoming breath of regulated air washed over him with the parting of automated doors. Imprinted into his mind, her image, a replicated picture of every dip of her cheeks, bow of her eyelashes. Shouldn’t be overly difficult to locate, even considering the mild hum of people peppered throughout the official building.
Hesitantly, his fingers rose to nudge her elbow, shoulder, but fell limply at his side. Rather, the even timbre of a script rehearsed mentally again and again cut the numb chatter about him, “My apologies – – If i’m at all interrupting — something…”
❝Miss – Lieutenant Uhura, correct?❞