It was a decent hike down to the docks. Towards the back was a mechanics shack, likely meant to be there for anyone having boat trouble to go and knock. Scotty intentionally placed himself a good bit of distance from that, and out on the docks way out into the water, to catch people before that happened.
Most of the boats were fairly classical in design; hydrogen-based motors, but deep-V hulls. A few sailing vessels, and a few anti-grav vessels filled out the rest. There were plenty of people around, and that made it easier to blend in. Scotty just sat down on the edge of a dock, feet hanging over the side, and kept one ear out for anyone cursing or a motor that wasn't running quite right.
As he did, he searched through the hostel listings on Risa through the PADD. A neat little machine, that was, though he would have preferred not having it trackable. Still, access to the planet-wide tourist services was a necessity right now, and he had opened a door earlier, so he left it traceable.
There were a few decent hostels cheap. He noted them down, then set the PADD aside and just waited, looking at the small, easy waves in the sea-green harbor. Below, green plants waved out of the white sand. It must have been a bit what paradise would have looked like, at least if one liked the tropics, had man not gone and mucked it up.
For an engineer, he had a certain fierce quandary when it came to nature: For as much as he loved machines and mechanics, he understood the natural order, too. And being something he understood, he appreciated it.
But it was beautiful here, especially after being on an unknown ship, feeling trapped and harried like that. It felt open and he felt like he could disappear if he chose, and he probably could. That knowledge felt good.
Under the Table, Over the Water
Most of the boats were fairly classical in design; hydrogen-based motors, but deep-V hulls. A few sailing vessels, and a few anti-grav vessels filled out the rest. There were plenty of people around, and that made it easier to blend in. Scotty just sat down on the edge of a dock, feet hanging over the side, and kept one ear out for anyone cursing or a motor that wasn't running quite right.
As he did, he searched through the hostel listings on Risa through the PADD. A neat little machine, that was, though he would have preferred not having it trackable. Still, access to the planet-wide tourist services was a necessity right now, and he had opened a door earlier, so he left it traceable.
There were a few decent hostels cheap. He noted them down, then set the PADD aside and just waited, looking at the small, easy waves in the sea-green harbor. Below, green plants waved out of the white sand. It must have been a bit what paradise would have looked like, at least if one liked the tropics, had man not gone and mucked it up.
For an engineer, he had a certain fierce quandary when it came to nature: For as much as he loved machines and mechanics, he understood the natural order, too. And being something he understood, he appreciated it.
But it was beautiful here, especially after being on an unknown ship, feeling trapped and harried like that. It felt open and he felt like he could disappear if he chose, and he probably could. That knowledge felt good.