He hadn't quite anticipated coming back to the beach again after leaving it, not this quick, but Scotty learned a swift, important lesson about Rhy'Din over the past week: Never go unarmed.
The walk back had been beautiful, despite the length. Decent weather on the way to where the portal had skipped, and a very... very fine distraction on the way. Namely speaking, Harold Lee.
And the memory of his fiance haloed in red and gold leaves, head back, eyes closed, black hair ruffled and wild was one that Scotty was sure he'd be keeping for the rest of his life.
Now, they were back on the beach. Slept in their bed, and he woke up very early to make breakfast, think and plan. He chewed some over what they were going to need and want, aside weapons. He thought about Alex, who'd expressed a wish to come along. He didn't know if the security officer would -- it might have been an impulse decision -- but if he did, Scotty was glad enough for the company. The man seemed sincere and decent, and Scotty had a sneaking suspicion that staying on the beach might break his heart eventually.
There were a lot of people Scotty would gather up to take with them, but in the end, he wasn't here to ask people along. And in the end, he thought that Harold would probably be far better suited for such approaches, if they were to be made at all.
Right now, Scotty was working on the future.
It was a strange thing, to reconcile the beach with Rhy'Din. Strange to be confronted with the memories here, and the recent ones of Rhy'Din again, now in a different context. Especially the people. He tried to fit them all into his mind where they belonged, and it was harder than he expected it to be.
For some strange reason, he wondered how each of them would react to Tara.
Scotty was shockingly fond of the woman. He wasn't even sure why, because it had happened fast and taken him off-guard, and she certainly wasn't the kind of person he would have actually picked out of a line-up, if there was such a thing, to become fond off swiftly. Yet, there it was. She confused him and bemused him, and she made him laugh, and her matter-of-fact words right before they left the Arena had resounded deep. He wanted to tell her then, "I'm pretty young, ye willna have t' worry about buryin' me fer a very long time." If only to make her feel better.
When he tried to imagine what the beach denizens would think of Tara, he came to the conclusion that he couldn't even begin to. He wanted to think that they would see why he liked her so much, even though she had a death-list that was the size of a book, and even though she was unlike anything they'd ever encountered, but then he thought that maybe some of them had been dead for so long that they couldn't actually see something alive anymore. And despite her age, her lament that her time was over, when he looked at her, Scotty saw life.
She and Harold seemed to get along, peripherally, and that made him happy. They hissed at each other. And Harold hissed with a grin. And Tara took him off the death-list.
He thought again about Alex then. He had promised to teach Tara how to use a phaser, and then he wondered if Alex might want to instead. And Harold, too, at the same time.
These thoughts meandered as Scotty started building his arsenal in his mind. Hand phasers, phaser rifles. Four of the hand phasers each, two rifles each. Alex could decide on what he wanted to bring. Scotty also made sure to mentally include four cases with split-dilithium batteries in it, numbering damn near a hundred a case. They were tiny batteries, the cases fairly smallish, and that should keep their tech going for the rest of their lives easily, even if they went somewhat heavy-use on the phasers. He could also design an adapter to recharge them on local power, if need be, though that would definitely take some time.
He paused on occasion to watch the sky, as he thought and as he made breakfast. Twin suns rising red, over a tamed sea, over an unchanging beach. The color reminded him of Alex's shirt, and Tara's hair.
And Harold, framed in leaves, elemental.
Scotty smiled and went back to cooking and thinking.
The walk back had been beautiful, despite the length. Decent weather on the way to where the portal had skipped, and a very... very fine distraction on the way. Namely speaking, Harold Lee.
And the memory of his fiance haloed in red and gold leaves, head back, eyes closed, black hair ruffled and wild was one that Scotty was sure he'd be keeping for the rest of his life.
Now, they were back on the beach. Slept in their bed, and he woke up very early to make breakfast, think and plan. He chewed some over what they were going to need and want, aside weapons. He thought about Alex, who'd expressed a wish to come along. He didn't know if the security officer would -- it might have been an impulse decision -- but if he did, Scotty was glad enough for the company. The man seemed sincere and decent, and Scotty had a sneaking suspicion that staying on the beach might break his heart eventually.
There were a lot of people Scotty would gather up to take with them, but in the end, he wasn't here to ask people along. And in the end, he thought that Harold would probably be far better suited for such approaches, if they were to be made at all.
Right now, Scotty was working on the future.
It was a strange thing, to reconcile the beach with Rhy'Din. Strange to be confronted with the memories here, and the recent ones of Rhy'Din again, now in a different context. Especially the people. He tried to fit them all into his mind where they belonged, and it was harder than he expected it to be.
For some strange reason, he wondered how each of them would react to Tara.
Scotty was shockingly fond of the woman. He wasn't even sure why, because it had happened fast and taken him off-guard, and she certainly wasn't the kind of person he would have actually picked out of a line-up, if there was such a thing, to become fond off swiftly. Yet, there it was. She confused him and bemused him, and she made him laugh, and her matter-of-fact words right before they left the Arena had resounded deep. He wanted to tell her then, "I'm pretty young, ye willna have t' worry about buryin' me fer a very long time." If only to make her feel better.
When he tried to imagine what the beach denizens would think of Tara, he came to the conclusion that he couldn't even begin to. He wanted to think that they would see why he liked her so much, even though she had a death-list that was the size of a book, and even though she was unlike anything they'd ever encountered, but then he thought that maybe some of them had been dead for so long that they couldn't actually see something alive anymore. And despite her age, her lament that her time was over, when he looked at her, Scotty saw life.
She and Harold seemed to get along, peripherally, and that made him happy. They hissed at each other. And Harold hissed with a grin. And Tara took him off the death-list.
He thought again about Alex then. He had promised to teach Tara how to use a phaser, and then he wondered if Alex might want to instead. And Harold, too, at the same time.
These thoughts meandered as Scotty started building his arsenal in his mind. Hand phasers, phaser rifles. Four of the hand phasers each, two rifles each. Alex could decide on what he wanted to bring. Scotty also made sure to mentally include four cases with split-dilithium batteries in it, numbering damn near a hundred a case. They were tiny batteries, the cases fairly smallish, and that should keep their tech going for the rest of their lives easily, even if they went somewhat heavy-use on the phasers. He could also design an adapter to recharge them on local power, if need be, though that would definitely take some time.
He paused on occasion to watch the sky, as he thought and as he made breakfast. Twin suns rising red, over a tamed sea, over an unchanging beach. The color reminded him of Alex's shirt, and Tara's hair.
And Harold, framed in leaves, elemental.
Scotty smiled and went back to cooking and thinking.