After over 200 years roaming space, there was little that William Farrell and Angel Morgan could not claim to have seen. However, the gigantic Ournal class orbital space docks (the fondly nicknamed 'Space Mushrooms') where rare enough to make an event out of a visit to one. This stop was not planned to be long. The two Immortals would disembark from the passenger ship SS Coatlicue and lay over for a couple of weeks, awaiting the arrival of their connecting flight.
The logistics chief on duty was a busy man. He was responsible for overseeing the loading of freight, fuel and passengers for all outgoing vessels and offloading the same on incoming ships. This particular day there was a ship arriving or departing every two minutes. The duties and the responsibility were phenomenal. On this particular day the comm call that came in moments before the docking clamps were locked onto the passenger liner SS Coatlicue was more than inconvenient. Penwarden was forced to leave docking control in order to take it.
“This is Torv” the caller informed him. “I require to speak with Stanick, immediately”.
“Acknowledged. I will locate him”.
“I await his attendance in the vegetarian restaurant on the Promenade. Torv out”.
Commander Penwarden rubbed his face. “Max, take over for me” he called to a colleague. “Apparently I'm wanted upstairs”.
Max laughed. “Yesterday as usual. You got it”.
The other man rolled his eyes good naturedly and entered the turbo lift just as the computer approved the Coatlicue 's docking seals.
“It's a beautiful view but I don't think I want to live on one of these things full time”.
“Bit cold and sterile for you Morgs?”
“I like to feel the grass under my feet and the wind in my hair occasionally. Besides, go far enough from the city and you can see plenty of stars; like when we were camping in the desert outside Vegas.
“Did you get any sleep that week?”
“Probably not... I think I stayed up all night just staring at the sky”.
Farrell chuckled. “You haven't changed, child”.
Morgan flushed slightly and sipped her drink. For a few minutes the two Immortals sat together in companionable silence watching the comings and goings along the promenade then Morgan sat bolt upright. William frowned. “What's wrong?” he enquired.
“Don't you feel that?”
“Feel what?”
“There's.... something.... close. You really can't feel it?”
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Yesterdays Lost ~ A Highlander/Star Trek Crossover Fanfic
Fanfiction25 Years after Zefram Cochrane completed that first breakthrough faster than light journey, Earth is slowly emerging from the nuclear apocalypse of the Third World War. Penwarden, Farrell and Doyle are living quietly in a rural community, keeping th...
