For a few moments I simmer, then open my mouth to shout... and it dies in my throat. I have no option really. He has all the power here and... taking a deep breath I give him a heavy glare, and, back myself towards the door.... which doesn't open of course. Blushing I remove my arm from my chest and fumble for the unfamiliar door control on the side of the opening. Hearing it click open behind me I back out, not willing to show this man my rear on top of anything else, glaring at him. I get one last look at his tired but uncaring face before the door slides back and slams shut in front of my face.
Coldness fills my gut, all that Chambers told me bouncing around in my head. I'm... not me. What little I remember isn't who I am, just... uploaded memories? Crude ones at best. I nervously glance down at myself, feeling like I should be remembering more, but realizing even if I did it would be fake. I'm are fake!
"No, can't think like that!" I mutter, glancing around.
Tina is gone. No-one is around, and I have no clue where the docking bay is!
This area seems at least a little less travelled that outside that first room. I see one or two people around, few taking much interest in me, possibly as they all seem to be wearing the same uniform as Tina. All female. What had she said about the captain's preferences? I'm glad I didn't show him any more of myself than I had to now. It's obvious what his interests are! But... who am I?
Megan Corren. Or rather, not. With a sigh I lean against the far wall of the corridor, at least in part to cover more of me from exposure. At least it's warm in here. No wonder the crew has thin, skimpy outfits! That and the Captain's tastes I'm sure!
I ponder, I need an identity. Who I am, something to focus on for... me.
"Cegan? Ungh, No. Merren? Marren?" I roll the name around my mouth. "Huh. And I'm naming myself apparently. Yeah. Let's go with Marren. Better than nothing." I mutter quietly to myself, then glance around again.
However looking around doesn't help my mood. The bleak corridor and the uncaring looking crew women around here just leaves me remembering that I have no purpose here, no... meaning. The Captain basically just wants me gone! But I don't even know how to do that! Where to go. Starting to feel panic I glance around again, then see something on the wall glowing just a little down the corridor, back in the direction Tina brought me from. I step down the corridor, covering my chest again, and look up. Sure enough it's a crude, bright neon like sign showing a rough floor plan of 'Deck 12' with a small icon for 'NSS Merriweather' in the corner. It's odd, the display looks like bright, crude glowing lines on a black background, as if it were made to look like a pixelated, very crude display. Style maybe? It's obvious by everything else around here far better displays should be around. Anyway, there is a 'You are here' arrow thankfully and there is the docking bay shown. I can...
...What? Meekly do as I'm told and walk off the ship? I shoot another glare back in the direction of the captain's quarters, someone so jaded he literally has no time to even consider another person's plight above his own.
Scanning the deck layout I see a small number at the bottom that cycles down slowly. 'Debarking. Undock in 1:20:05.' and from the way the number cycles that's one hour and twenty minutes. Why were they in such a rush to deal with me if I they had over an hour! I fume at the indignity of it, and still NO CLOTHES!
Nervously I realize that I can't go around constantly holding arms to hide my privates. I stare down my body, even as a blue suited crew woman strides past me with barely a glance. I almost shout out to her, but... don't know what to ask, or even if I can trust her any more than Tina or the Captain. They didn't seem to care, well the Captain definitely didn't!
The deck plan shows several areas near me. The Crew Quarters area (where I am), mess hall, medbay, quartermasters, and engineering and maintenance 5, whatever that is. I really don't feel like heading to the docking area now, though that is shown too on the far left of the display. This ship is... at least partially familiar, as sad as that is given my paltry memories. I try to suck up my self esteem and drop my arms to my side. If I can trust what the captain said then nudity is at least not unusual. Heck, for all I know people were watching me as I came down here because I was covering myself! Of course that assumes that the captain wasn't lying. Given his attitude I doubt he'd bother, but... given his choice in crew members he may just be a perv and wanting me to strut around in the buff!
No, can't second guess myself! I take a deep breath and try to remain calm. So... where to head for?
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