Celador beamed onto the starbase. He had no real plan, He just wanted to get off the ship. He was struck at once by the tourist trap feel of the general area. He saw many different shops, mostly run by the Ferengi. Some places were restaurants, others looked like gift shops selling all kinds of merchandise related to the crashed ship in a near by asteroid.

Celador sighed as started walking. He wasn’t sure what he was doing, he just wanted to get off this ship for a while. He walked up and down the promenade taking a look at various shops. Dressed in standard civilian clothing, except for a small ankle bracelet that he had as a condition of his release from prison, which was hidden under his pant leg, he didn’t have the look of a star fleet officer. He wore a long sleeve, navy blue and silver shift and a pair of dark Kahki pants. It had been a while since he had been out in public and had no idea what the current fashion was going with these days, but he didn’t care.

‘Look at these people’ Squared thought as they walked.

‘What’ Cel replied mentally, he stopped to look through the window of a gift shop.

‘Is this what your people do with their money?”’ Squared asked

‘You don’t remember going on trips like this when we were younger?’ Cel asked when he started moving again.

‘Yes, but I never really thought about it until now, for the last 25 or so of your years we have either been in combat or confinement.’

‘Yeah.’ Cel replied, not happy at the trip down memory lane. He stopped again to look at the menu of a bar.

-Cel