<strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Starbase 74<br/><br/>Free time was an almost alien feeling. It wasn't the fact that he had nothing to do, Mehor had often been ignored and left alone for even days at a time aboard the Cabal, nothing left to work on, he was locked in a cell, sitting around, he'd used the times to work out, passing the time with physical exertion. The last time he'd simply been left alone, nothing to do and no cell to be forced in to had been well before he'd been given to the pirates. Memories of days gone past, of faces he could no longer see. Since coming to Starbase 74, he'd spent the entirety of his time aboard the USS Jhamel, becoming familiar with the systems, eventually making his own improvements. Unknowingly he'd pissed off a good number of people for having the nerve to do so, to suggest that some ex-pirate scum could be superior to Starfleet trained individuals. He hadn't meant to, but he didn't overly care. Eventually he'd been forced to leave the ship, something about their last day of 'freedom' and a briefing. He'd nearly panicked at that, to suggest they would lose their liberty. It had taken a surprisingly empathetic individual, noticing his near hyperventilation, to explain to him that it wasn't literal. Unlike his own people, Starfleet didn't sell their own into slavery. Mehor had been both relieved and embarrassed, enough that he'd agreed to 'hang out' with her and a few friends, at least for the start of their time off. They'd not been engineers, so Mehor didn't really have much to add to their conversations, but he'd been happy to just listen. When they did manage to get him to talk, he'd been unable to avoid analogies and metaphors that only really related to machines and technology, not having any outside experiences to connect to. They'd laughed and told him he was cute, he wasn't quite sure how that applied, but decided they were being nice. When the guys and girls had started getting drunk, he'd abstained, he liked to keep his mind clear, now that it wasn't riddled with the pheromones of his peoples' females.<br/><br/>He'd only been home a few short hours before the crew received the call to prepare to leave, it was something that didn't really worry him. Going over 24 hours without sleep was the norm for the ex-slave, in fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been comfortable enough to have such a sleeping routine, there were some pains you couldn't sleep through even if you'd been worked to death for hours before. He hadn't bothered to sleep, not because the housing provided for him by Starfleet wasn't the most luxurious rooms he'd ever had the joy to live in, but because he had something else to hold his attention. What would have simply been a desk in any other room had become a workbench, and, to keep his mind sharp and relax, Mehor was quick to sit down and survey the challenges in front of him. Only small devices, but enough distractions to last him until he was required elsewhere, and so he had continued to tinker into the morning.<br/><br/>Excitement stirred within him as he headed back towards the Jhamel, although it only just about showed across his features, his mind running over the situation that awaited him while his physical form went through the motions of getting himself there. Nevertheless, he switched back to reality enough to wave to his friends from the night before, an unusually social move for the introverted Orion, but he was starting to get used to the nature of how things worked with Starfleet and generally humanity. The pleasant human female who had first spoken to him had even only made him flinch away from her once, when she had first looked to comfort him the day before, fearing punishment for being so nervous. Even if he knew full well that humanity worked differently to his own people, it was hard lesson to unlearn.