Krovill Kruises - Charismatic Megafauna Watching Tours in Aesthetically Pleasing Rau-Nol [Open]

[t_vau]

Greetings and Welcome to Sha'Kwai. The Rau-Nol Visitors' Bureau lists Krovill Kruises as "Rau-Nol's Premiere Marine Life Watching Tour Operator." We would be pleased to have you join us on one of our all-day tours to view the indigenous pelagic species of Shi'Masu Bay and the Pla-Kur Sea.

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[dilithiumwanted]

200 Credits? That's a lot of money.

[npc_aliens]

Payment plans are available.

[dilithiumwanted]

Any way that I can be far, far away from the possibility of saltwater coming anywhere near me?

[npc_aliens]

There is indeed.

May I suggest remaining onshore?

[hart_of_time]

John squinted at the western horizon. Was that a boat? It moved against the wind...yes, a boat! "Hey!" he shouted. "Hey! Over here!" He jumped in the air, waving his arms, but the boat didn't seem to change course.

He fumbled with his wristband, trying to expose a reflective surface with which to signal the vessel, by flashing the bright sun at it, but when he looked back up, the boat had disappeared again. John sighed, sitting back down on the beach. Perhaps the next boat would rescue him.

[t_vau]

Payment plans were available, but so were her roommate's credits.

It was logical. Grace had an additional source of income, besides her credits from Starfleet. And T'Vau's credits were all back on the Jefferson Randolph Smith.

T'Vau stepped onto the deck of the boat and looked around. She was early; there were no other passengers onboard. T'Vau didn't mind. She would not be required to make small talk.

She chose a seat in the middle of the row, facing the waves, and settled her sunhat more firmly on her head. She took out a pair of binoculars and held them up to her face, going entirely still as she focused her attention completely on the search for unicorn sharks.

She was on a motherfucking boat.

[gold_ambition]

James was bored.

This was a dangerous state of affairs, but as he was "being good," it meant his usual cures were off the table at least until he'd given something else a try. Starfleet had been handing out credits for local commerce like there was no vaguely communist system in place and he didn't want to question that, except in his head where it was safe. Of course, there was very little to do on a Vulcan colony, besides be appalled at them, as tourist trade wasn't the most logical use of their time. But he'd gotten on this boat, thinking, at least, it represented getting away from everything else he hated.

One of the crew handed out waterproof padds with the wildlife they might see loaded onto them, and James flipped through it idly.

Fucking hell.

"Unicorns?" he said in disbelief.

[doctor_julian]

Julian wasn't overly fond of boats, but he really, really wanted to see the unicorn sharks. He was pleased to see a few people he knew on the boat already.

The Kirk scowling at his PADD, Julian guessed, was the one from the mirror universe who he'd already met. He headed towards him. "Hi! Is this seat taken?"

[gold_ambition]

James glanced up. Bashir, he remembered. Some girly name. Julian. Well, at least it was a friendly face, not like Grumpypants over there. James could not fathom what Spock saw in him.

"It is now," he said smoothly.

[guinan_listens]

Guinan wandered onto the boat and found a seat near the back, with a graceful nod at the Vulcan female and human male already on board.

Animals intrigued her, and sea creatures most of all. They were so gentle on the surface, the way they glided and slid through the water with such ease. Perhaps it was that they hid that which made them so dangerous. One never saw the danger until it was too late. Fascinating, to borrow a word.

Still, for two hundred credits, there had better be a unicorn shark on this tour.

[sehlatbear]

Jim had been reluctant - and in truth Spock was also unsure about this water-based recreation. All of this planet was... disconcerting. The warmth was pleasant, a reminder of home, but the humidity was higher. And there was so much water. The opportunity to survey the unique fauna of the planet was irresistable.

"Jim, if you did not wish to accompany me, I am certain I would have been quite adequate on my own." But Jim's presence eased him, Spock wouldn't lie about that. He would simply not mention it.

[original_fine]

"I'm sure you would have been," Jim agreed, going to the railing and leaning out. It wasn't a ship, exactly. But it was a boat. The sea was hard for him to pass up.

"What I want to know," he said, turning around, "is why they chose a planet full of water to colonize."

He smiled, genuinely glad to have this outing despite his words. The sun on his face, even too hot as it was, and he and Spock freed of responsibilities. And allowed to spend this time together. Shore leave was going to be so much better, when they got back.

[sehlatbear]

Spock stayed a little further back from the railing, less willing to approach the water so closely if it were not necessary. "I have not yet pursued that line of inquiry."

Further down the line of the railing, a young Vulcan woman and... Ah. James Kirk. And a human woman who was not familiar.

[original_fine]

"No, I guess they thought about it first."

Jim followed Spock's line of sight and sighed. What was he doing here? And... T'Vau? As he looked, the man glanced up, stared at him a moment, and then offered a smile Jim recognized as deliberately fake, a little wave with it.

Bastard.

It was almost worse that Jim could read him. It meant there was something to recognize.