Julian was in one of the sensoriums, which is where he had been spending a lot of time the last few days. Learning to fly a Federation starship wasn't easy, which was a shock to Julian since at first it seemed like the ship was smart enough to fly itself. But learning how to pilot one ended up being a crash course in astrophysics, stellar cartography, astrogation, warp physics, subspace sailing, and piloting all rolled into one. You practically had to have a Ph. D. in gravitational physics just to park the ship into a stable orbit.

Things that took Starfleet cadets months, if not years to learn, he had to cram in only a few days. It was time consuming (which meant far less Kara time than he would have liked) and he felt like his brain was going to melt out of his ears.

Which is why, for now anyway, he was taking a break. He had again recreated the SoCal beach where he grew up by, where the surf hit the sand, and the jagged rocks that were only a few feet down the shoreline. But rather than play basketball like he did last time, he was working with his telekinesis. Now that the collar was off, he was free to use his powers as he saw fit.

--And speaking of that collar, he was still holding on to it, oddly enough. Though rather than wear it around his neck, it hung from the side of his hip by a piece of his plantsuit; like he was displaying it as some kind of badge of honor--

But right now, he felt a little bit of practice time would do him good. Judging by the occasional loud explosion that came from in the sensoriums, followed by the rather emphatic cursing of one pissed off teenager, he could use the practice.

She's really been putting it off, but for some reason she couldn't any longer. She wondered into the sensorium, and watched as the scene changed. She lifted herself up onto a brick wall and just watched as someone whizzed back and forth on the grass. She could catch glimpses of bright yellow and red, but her eyes couldn't keep up for long. He was too fast. But that didn't really matter.

"Never did." She moved a piece of hair behind her ear and watched the scene change. The blur had changed colors and was now a white and red. She giggled a bit sadly as she watched him buzz around an older man. Her heart seemed to ache as she watched the two.

"Max... God. What I wouldn't give to go back to those days.." She hung her head and watched sadly as the room chanced once more. A small room with comic book posters on the walls, and video games thrown all about the floor. The higher bunk bed wasn't made and Cissie easily jumped off of her wall to scale the bed. She didn't care if this made her look weird, or crazy.

She curled herself up on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Trying her hardest not to think of the golden eyed speedster she missed so much.

Indy did not like this ship. He did not like the meatiness. He did not like the tentacles that looked like snakes. He did not like the people who greeted him by yelling "Snake!" He did not like green eggs and ham the fact that he was wandering around hatless.

As much as he disliked the ship, he did like the fact that there was so much to explore on this ship. A quick look around the city revealed lost temples, old ruins, basically everything Indiana lives for.

Unfortunately, such explorations would have to wait. At least, explorations other than the weapons and possessions locker would have to wait. The good archaeologist was looking for something. Not some priceless artifact or unknown relic, he was looking for a hat. A simple, brown hat.

But it was Indy's most important possession, and he had to find it.