(JP) Ensign Ronen Pragus & Wil Ukinix, Lt. JG. G'var & Geoffrey Teller - Lets Get This Party Started
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((Rooftop Bar, Star Station Esperance - Stardate 239512.31))
::G’var and Wil had been at a “fusion” restaurant for an early dinner at Rundle Street’s upmarket east end in Adelaide - where, in his white dress uniform, Wil stood out like a - well, like a Starfleet officer. G'var's strapless dress shimmered under the lights of the restaurant, drawing lingering looks from several patrons. Wil's early statement about using her biological hand for eating with had been quite prophetic as G'var accidentally broke two wine glasses before switching from her new hand. Wil was a complete gentleman, even knocking over his own glass in solitary with G'var. Walking along the street to and from the transport station, he and G’var got a few comments - some complimentary, some not so much. G'var was mistaken for a Terran several times and was clenching her new cyberhand by the time they reached the station.::
::Teller’s alarm had taken several increasingly loud attempts to wake him from his hangover nap/coma. He had just enough time to shower and throw on his dress whites, still crisp from the last time he’d worn them at the Academy’s graduation ceremony. Looking at himself in the mirror, he realized they no longer fit quite as well as they had, hanging a bit loosely off his frame after all the weight he’d dropped on Limbo. With no time to measure and replicate a new set now, Teller sorted himself as best he could before halting at the door. Turning back and opening a drawer, he removed the solid gold pip the Captain had given him during their ‘promotion’ ceremony on Limbo. He had replicated the correct ‘hollow’ pip a few weeks back and wanted to make sure the Captain had hers returned properly. Tucking the pip inside his formal jacket, Teller adjusted himself in the mirror one last time before darting off to the transporter bay.::
::Wil and G'var were both glad to have beamed back to the star station, and walked arm in arm to the “Rooftop Bar” - a large room on top of a building at the base of the huge space station. It had a clear dome atop of it. A section of the large room next to the bar had been “cordoned off” for the Veritas crew - there were multiple functions being held here. It was the perfect spot to watch the huge fireworks show that was set to go off at midnight. Squeezing Wil’s Hand G'var placed a light kiss on his cheek, time to announce their relationship to the rest of the Crew - which made Wil blush::
::As G’var and Wil walked in, they spotted Teller who had been first to arrive, and walked towards him.::
Teller: ::with a bow and a smile:: A very formal and respectful good evening to you both, Lieutenant. Ensign. G’var, you’re looking particularly radiant and not at all homicidal.
G’var:::holding out her prosthetic hand::-How’s my second favorite Trash Panda this evening?
Ukinix: Hey Geoffrey. How’s your head?
::Wil could sense the weariness in his Chief. It was matched by his own.::
Teller: It’s about three sizes too small, but I’ll live. How’re you managing?
Ukinix: Several inaprovaline hypos, *and* several dissolvable Vitamin B tablets,*and* a greasy lunchtime burger. ::Shaking his head:: I’m still a little seedy.
G’var:::smirking::-You two need to learn to hold your alcohol. ::placing a finger on Wil's chest:: You both promise me you'll watch it this evening, I need you ship shape, Sailor! I don't feel like herding Pakleds tonight.
Teller: ::Laughing:: Oh we can hold it just fine...for about twelve hours. No promises after that, though.
::As they spoke, a tall Trill they didn’t recognise, wearing the classic yellow of the Operations Division fleet uniform and displaying a single gold pip approached them.::
Pragus: Excuse me. ::smiles:: Sorry to interrupt, but are you crew members of the Veritas?
Teller: Depends on who’s asking - you don’t look like you’re from Station Security though.
G’var:::nodding:: Aye Ensign ::wrapping her arm around Wil:: we are the Crew of the Veritas. How can we help you this evening?
Pragus: ::Relaxes a little.:: I’m Ronen Pragus, I’ve been assigned as the new Operations officer. I was told to report to Captain Rahman here.
::Teller unconsciously rubbed his still burning bicep at the mention of the Captain’s name. He really needed to do something about that tattoo.::
Ukinix: ::Offering hand:: Ensign Wil Ukinix, engineering officer. Welcome aboard.
::Ronen gladly took Ukinix’s hand, shaking it firmly with a growing smile.::
Teller: ::offering a friendly handshake:: Geoff Teller, Chief Engineer - glad to have you aboard. We’ve been without an operations officer since the last one...well...probably shouldn’t talk about it...and we got the stains out of the carpet.... ::smiling::
Pragus: ::He shook Teller’s hand, but not without a nervous laugh in response to the comment, unsure if he was joking or not.:: Heh, I’m uh...I’m sure I’ll last longer.
G'var:::offering her cyberhand::-Lt. JG G'var, Security ::doffing her chin at Teller:: just ignore him Ensign ::smiling:: He’s the one who blew up the last three ships he was on.
::Teller did some mental arithmetic, laughed and shook his head ruefully..::
Teller:: I still say the medical shuttle doesn’t count!
Pragus: ::Ronen laughed out loud this time, clearly believing that G’var was making a joke.:: So he’s the one on the ship I need to watch out for huh. ::He didn’t at first notice the cybernetic appendage as he gripped it without hesitation. Upon realising, he paused for a brief moment.::
G'var:::winking at Teller::-Just don't let him fly any ships you're on and you'll be fine.
Teller: Skipper should be around here somewhere with Lt. Cmdr. Core, but I haven’t seen them yet. I’m going to see if this place makes a decent cup of coffee. You three want anything?
G'var: Blood Wine.
Pragus: I’m fine thanks, I should see the Captain before anything else.
Ukinix: I’ll go one of those Eagle Eye Meadow whiskies again. ::Smirking:: Maybe you should too, Chief - might end up with another tattoo?
Teller: ::with a smirk:: I’ve got no idea what you’re talking about, Ensign. By the way, have you spotted any dangerous bogans about? I’m told they can pop up anywhere. Very dangerous, those feral bogans.
Ukinix: ::Raising his eyebrows:: Maybe we can get a picture of one tattooed on your *other* arm.
G'var:::squeezing Wil’s arm a little tighter::-I know you two shared the same brain, but please no more drunken tattoos.
::Drink orders taken, Teller pushed through the crowd and made his way to the counter where several sharply dressed Bolian bartenders were dispensing an avalanche of drinks with inhuman speed and precision. Teller took a moment to take in the quickly filling room, full of species from all over the quadrant in a mix of smartly pressed uniforms and sparkling formal wear. It was quite the spectacle playing out under the starlight and the band was just swinging into gear. Teller wondered if they happened to know any old shanties worth singing along to, but decided against investigating the issue.::
Ukinix: ::To Pragus:: You’ve picked a good time to report to the Captain - at a party!
Pragus: ::Laughs:: So it seems. I should have known about the dress code, wearing this uniform feels a little out of place right now. I’d love to hear about this tattoo escapade afterward though.
::Wil simply put his tongue in his cheek, smirked at Teller, and then looked away.::
G'var:::raising a brow::-Escapade? Escapade isn't the word I'd use Ensign. ::smiling at Wil:: Shenanigans, that seems more appropriate, maybe Deathwish. What do you think Wil?
Ukinix: ::Guilty look: Uh - ::clearing his throat.:: - no comment.
::Returning with an armful of drinks and what smelled like actual brewed coffee, Teller caught the tail end of Wil’s brief description of the night before.::
Teller: If you really want to hear a story, you should ask Wil about the hot tub.
G'var:::taking her drink::-ah, the Hot Tub, a Marvelous Terran invention ::sipping her blood wine:: Can we have hot tubs installed in our quarters during the refit Geoff, that would be outstanding.
Teller: I’ll see what I can do, but I think we’re going to focus on padding and sound-proofing for your quarters, G’var.
::Wil blushed a bright red, and quietly screwed up his nose at his Chief.::
G'var:::Laughing:: I do love when Wil screams my name ::patting Wil on the cheek:: We wouldn't want to wake the neighbors.
Ukinix: ::Quietly:: Oh, for craps sake...
Ronen: ::With a raised eyebrow, Pragus looked to Wil, a small grin forming.:: Sounds like you guys know how to make the most of your shore leave. ::Looking around.:: I really should find the Captain, but when I get back a few drinks and some stories sound perfect after the ride getting here. If you’ll excuse me. ::With a stiff nod and a smile, Ronen moved off in search of Captain Rahman.::
G'var:::raising her cup::-Good luck Ensign
Teller: ::with a raised eyebrow at the departing Ensign:: Did we look that young when we came aboard? I don’t know about you two, but I feel about a century older just looking at him.
Ukinix: Yeah, but that wasn’t because of Limbo, that was from last night.
G'var:::slowly sipping her drink::-I've only been on board 7 months, strait out of the Academy. ::Smiling at Wil and Geoff:: Been a helluva ride Gentlemen. ::holding her goblet out:: To Family.
Teller: ::snagging a champagne flute from a passing waiter:: I’ll drink to that. In Vino - Veritas!
::Wil clinked his whisky glass against G’vars and Geoffrey’s.::
Ukinix: Bring on twenty three ninety six!
::Taking a long drink of blood wine, G'var smiled inwardly, Bring on the New Year indeed.::
G'var:::looking into the crowd::Do you two see any more of the crew, or the Captain? ::standing on her tiptoes:: perhaps we should let Ensign Pragus bird dog the Captain for us.
::A thought struck Teller out of the blue::
Teller: Hey guys, I kinda forgot with everything we’ve had going on in the last few months….but tomorrow’s my birthday. What do you think Wil, one more drink to celebrate?
::Wil quickly drank the remaining contents of his glass, before looking at his Chief.::
Ukinix: Hell, yeah!
G'var:::covering her face with her cyberhand::-By Kahless I am herding Pakleds. ::Gulping the rest of her drink down:: Only if I get to join in this time, can't let you two have all the fun.
::With laughter and smiles all around, Teller flagged down a passing waiter and cleared his tray of whatever drinks were available. The new year was already shaping up to be a great one.::
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Lieutenant JG Geoffrey Teller
Chief Engineer
USS Veritas - NCC 95035
Capt. R. Rahman, Commanding
V239509GT0
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Ensign Wil Ukinix
Engineering Officer
USS Veritas
V239511WU0
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Lieutenant Junior Grade G'var
Security/Tactical Officer
USS Veritas
V239511G10
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Ensign Ronen Pragus
Operations Officer
USS Veritas
V239602RA0