Sauntering towards Bethlehem (OTA)
Avon couldn't help but think he'd fallen on his feet here - for the moment, at least. He was safe, as far as he could tell. He was in a place full of interesting and eminently exploitable technology and resources. And...no responsibilities. No rebellions, no life-or-death fights for humanity, no guilt trips, no getting shot at. In a word, no Blake. As much as he might dislike the idea of not knowing exactly where he was, Avon couldn't deny the pleasurable lure of a holiday from his life. Even his backache had cleared up.
It probably wasn't helping his back, though, to be hunched over one of the computer terminals he had come across the intriguing Dayna using, shortly after he'd first arrived. He was sure, of course, that he could succeed where she had apparently failed, but so far, his own efforts to pinpoint the station's spatial coordinates had proved fruitless. He didn't really mind. Unsolvable problems had become his specialty in recent months.
It probably wasn't helping his back, though, to be hunched over one of the computer terminals he had come across the intriguing Dayna using, shortly after he'd first arrived. He was sure, of course, that he could succeed where she had apparently failed, but so far, his own efforts to pinpoint the station's spatial coordinates had proved fruitless. He didn't really mind. Unsolvable problems had become his specialty in recent months.