(Penetrixia IV, Southeastern Coast)

Morris was in the zone, doing some sublime shredding as he would say, across the 30 foot waves that broke several times a minute in this region of the coast. After hitching a 2 day ride on a transport, he had quickly met up with a group of Surfers who had been there for a few weeks by this point.

Dalton knew one of them from a competition years before, and he was quickly accepted by him and his friends. After getting the low down on the best times to catch the gnarliest waves, the routine of surfing, beach partying, drinking heavily, and sleeping the barest minimum to maintain peak wave riding ability, quickly set in for the young Petty Officer. After about a week, he had got to the point where the harrowing events aboard the Blythe were receding as simple memories, instead of the continual dread and stress he had felt in the days after they had been rescued.

His shoreleave finished off with some memorable moments; wiping out and nearly being crushed under a 40 foot wave, having his friends make a holovid of him nose riding for about a half a mile through the chute of the very next wave, hyper surfing over an active volcano on a brand new board, andhooking up with a lovely Orion lady on his second to last night(a boyhood dream he had clung to for years was fulfilled), and during those lustful, passion filled and purely magical 78 seconds, he even briefly considered retiring from Starfleet to stay with her and surf for the rest of his life before dozing off. His career change ceased the following morning, when he awoke to find her, his comm badge, credits, personal phaser, and his pure latinum neck chain gone.

‘Fug it then, I guess I’ll report back for duty on Friday.’ He went to check his chrono, and obviously the the Orion had taken that too.

(SB 86, Temporary Quarters)

T’sen was busy meditating. And she had immediately refilled her prescription for olfactory suppressants after the stench she had to endure with Morris and Ford for over 3 stuck in those 2 small rooms stranded aboard the Blythe. She had watched some holovids, meditated daily, and resumed her correspondence with Dr. T’Vas of the Vulcan Academy of Sciences. Though she had been rejected for acceptance into the Academy, she had nonetheless taken part in many studies and various research experiments with the help of her ‘uncle T’ as she called him.

(Ordanis Prime, Northern Continent)

As always Ford was busy working on his next big scheme. He wasn’t ever interested only in profits, like his ancestors or the Ferengi, but instead he was always interested in power, clout, and inducing envy of him from others. This current business he was trying to complete, was a deal to secure a large consignment of Ordanisan Ice Grapes for a client of his who wanted them for some experimental win he was trying to create. In return for delivering the 9 tons of grapes(worth an estimated 1.2 million in Federation credits), Ford would be given the deed and title to one of the Hydrocarbon and Dueterium rich moons orbiting Ordanis VII,  one of the outer ice giant planets. As far as moons went, it wasn’t the biggest, measuring a mere 2100km in diameter, or the most high profile, having no permanent settlements, outposts, or infrastructure(aside from a few small automated deuterium extractors on its surface).

Owning a moon was just cool. And Ford, always wanted to be cool, often at the cost of his reputation and relationships. But he didn’t care. His next shoreleave would be spent, surveying HIS moon…if the Ordanisan he was tried to buy the grapes from would stop grinding him on the price that was.