Commander Wil Ukinix - Forever And A Day

[Wil Ukinix]

// CO’s Log, Stardate 240209.16

 

... um... both teams are down on Uwe II now. The FDC, led by Envoy Kizat, are with the Hovans. I haven’t heard anything yet from either team, but there’s nothing to suggest anything’s gone wrong.

 

This whole “CO has to stay behind, let the First Officer do the fun stuff” policy is crap. Not like the old days, in the time of what’s his name... oh... ummm... you know, the Captain that became an Admiral then got busted back to Captain again. John, no James.... something? Nah it’s not James, I don’t think. I can never remember his name! The one on the Enterprise after Pike-- there you go, let’s go with him instead. In the time of Pike. Those buggers got away with leading their own away teams. What a time...

 

Anyway, the science team are having a field day, scanning Uwe II so hard that it’s just about stripping it of its jungle surface, which I’m sure will provide a whole bunch of interesting data points for Starfleet HQ to chomp on. Enjoy! End log. //

 

 

((Bridge - USS Independence-B, a few minutes later))

 

Having logged something in his ready room for the hell of it, checked in on Engineering twice, and then nodded his head along to the summary from the science officer from some of the information they were getting from the surface (something about pockets of pollen that was not normal but nothing conclusive as), Wil sat back in the centre chair and grabbed his PADD, reading more on the profile of both the Uwe and Hovan systems.

 

Tenille: Sir-- I mean, Commander, the away teams are contacting each other.

 

Wil looked up from his PADD to observe the Bajoran ensign ops officer.

 

Ukinix: ::Looking up from PADD:: Still alive then. Any word from the FDC?

 

Tenille: ::Returning focus to console:: Not as yet.

 

Ukinix: Well I’m sure they’re all having fun. ::returns focus to PADD::

 

Tenille wore a slightly confused look on her face.

 

Tenille: ... aye, Commander ::Turns back to console::

 

While reading, Wil subconsciously hummed a tune, which turned into lyrics being quietly sung from his lips.

 

Ukinix: ::quietly:: hmm, hmm-hmm, hmm, hm, hmmmmmm... Looone-ly... with-oooout yooooou uu... for-ever and a daaaaaaaayyy...

 

 

Behind him he heard someone enter the bridge, assuming it was another science boffin to discuss more summary analysis - but with his mind buried in his PADD, he subconsciously tune into his part-Betazoid senses to discover it was...

 

Orrey: Iced tea. Bit of lemon on top if you want it.

 

The first thing he saw was the glass. The second thing he saw was Jansen handing it too him.

 

Ukinix: Wow, thanks! Is it of the Long Island variety?

As Jansen looked towards the zoomed in view of Uwe II, Wil took a sip of his drink.

 

Ukinix: ::Quietly smacks lips together a few times:: Nup. ::takes another sip::

 

It was tasty all the same.

 

Orrey: All good so far then?

 

Ukinix: Yeah, as far as I know.

 

Wil put his PADD down, he took another sip of his drink while Jansen did the same, observing the view screen. The stars dotted around it reminded Wil that while they had physically moved from one floating in space body (Amity) to another (the Indy), they were still in space and sometimes they took that for granted.

 

Orrey: Just where we belong eh?

Ukinix: Gorgeous as always. Not all of us were born in the stars like you were though, Jansen. Speaking of which... we’re in September, right?

 

He tapped on one of the consoles that was embedded in his armrests, to being up Jansen’s Starfleet profile. A little smile appeared on his face.

 

Ukinix: Happy birthday, mate. ::Looks up, smiles, holds out glass:: Here’s cheers.

 

Orrey: Response

 

Ukinix: You got celebration plans?

 

Orrey: Response

 

Ukinix: I know, especially given you’re a doctor who’s probably studied behaviourals, that this is predictable, but I’ll throw you a barbeque when we get back.

 

Orrey: Response

 

Ukinix: Then we *can* complete the tour of iced teas and have a Long Island variety--

 

Tenille: Commander, sorry to interrupt your... ::looks at iced teas:: drinks, we’re detecting what may be one or two vessels using a form of cloak... coming from the Hovan system.

 

Wil chewed his bottom lip, then regarded Jansen for a moment.

 

Ukinix: ...Happy birthday?

 

Orrey: Response

 

 

 

Tags/TBC!

 

 

 

 

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Commander Wil Ukinix
Starfleet attache and Commanding Officer
Amity Outpost
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