"The High Guard had a lot of military academies," he says, still looking around, his gaze following Julian's gesture towards the hospital. "I served with people who'd studied in three different galaxies." Admiral Stark may have scoffed at the Tarn-Vedra branch, but it had a reputation as one of the best.
He frowns back at the medical school. So Julian is here from the future of this place, too, but not very far, it seems, because he's still quite young.
"So you're here from the future, too. Just a nearer one than mine."
It's kind of nice walking through the Starfleet Academy with Juliam, smiling at occasional students, all the time admiring the holographic technology, which is far more advanced than he'd have expected from the 24th century, even if much else he's found here has seemed primitive to him. There was something special about the High Guard Academy days, and yes, this place does remind him of it, even if it is still very different.
He'd enjoyed visiting the new High Guard Academy on Mobius, too, and not just because he'd been there with Molly.
He follows Julian into the little coffee shop, still looking around like a curious but polite tourist, his expression appraising. The fact that he can get something to eat and drink here? That's impressive.
"You weren't kidding when you said it was immersive," he says as he follows Julian up the back of the room, past a pair of obviously studying students. The coffee on the Enterprise isn't as good as Andromeda's, but it will do, and so will the fruity tart; the fruit here isn't grown by Trance in the Andromeda's hydroponics garden, but this world has different fruits to his and he's still enjoying that fact.
He'll admit to curiosity about why they're here, in this simulated version of Earth, and just what Julian is going to say, but he's also happy to let the doctor get to that in his own time, so he doesn't say anything else as he settles into a chair at the table Julian selected.
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He frowns back at the medical school. So Julian is here from the future of this place, too, but not very far, it seems, because he's still quite young.
"So you're here from the future, too. Just a nearer one than mine."
It's kind of nice walking through the Starfleet Academy with Juliam, smiling at occasional students, all the time admiring the holographic technology, which is far more advanced than he'd have expected from the 24th century, even if much else he's found here has seemed primitive to him. There was something special about the High Guard Academy days, and yes, this place does remind him of it, even if it is still very different.
He'd enjoyed visiting the new High Guard Academy on Mobius, too, and not just because he'd been there with Molly.
He follows Julian into the little coffee shop, still looking around like a curious but polite tourist, his expression appraising. The fact that he can get something to eat and drink here? That's impressive.
"You weren't kidding when you said it was immersive," he says as he follows Julian up the back of the room, past a pair of obviously studying students. The coffee on the Enterprise isn't as good as Andromeda's, but it will do, and so will the fruity tart; the fruit here isn't grown by Trance in the Andromeda's hydroponics garden, but this world has different fruits to his and he's still enjoying that fact.
He'll admit to curiosity about why they're here, in this simulated version of Earth, and just what Julian is going to say, but he's also happy to let the doctor get to that in his own time, so he doesn't say anything else as he settles into a chair at the table Julian selected.
He has nowhere else to be, so he can be patient.