Snippet #1713343

Sculley clunked along the roads, pack held tightly to his chest as he made his way to the docks. This was the day, he would finally have a purpose again and not just any purpose, he would be the doctor upon the famous Daedalus! Although his original meaning was to simply do chores that organics dubbed too tedious to take part in, he soon found he felt he was meant to be in the sky. Working on the ships was the most enjoyable task he had partaken in, although some tasks he was asked to do would make him question himself later, in all he had enjoyed simply being on a ship.

Feet clanking loudly as he drew closer, the sight of the ship only caused him to walk that much faster. It was beautiful, a simply glorious sight. His progress was slowed as the crowds grew thicker and generally being a pacifist he wouldn't just shove the pedestrians aside. "Excuse me, um pardon me. Would you mind moving aside please?" His mechanical voice rang as loud as his volume would go but it did no good. These people were simply too excited over the Daedalus' appearance to allow others to draw closer. Well, since that was the case he supposed he should just find a place to wait out until the crowds possibly thinned and he could go aboard. Being taller than most it wasn't difficult for him to scan about with his black eyes for a suitable waiting spot. "Ah, there we are." He stated to himself as he made his way into a small cafe.

The magnificient ship caused him to stare at it as he walked which ended in him running directly into a woman standing in a doorway in the cafe. "Oh! Excuse me madame! I wasn't paying attention, how terribly rude of me. Pardon me." Nodding his head to the woman he took a few more steps backwards to only knock into a man sipping wine. "Pardon me sir! I certainly didn't mean to run into you. Excuse me." Making sure he was turned the right way to watch where he was going this time, he turned his head to nod to the man and then quickly take a seat before he could cause anymore damage. Oh, this bulky exterior is more trouble than it is worth. He fiddled with his bag, now on the table, and kept his eyes on his belongings before they once more drifted up to watch the ship outside the window.