[End Act 1] Lt. Cmdr. Jansen Orrey: Just a number on a day.

[Jansen Orrey]

((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Independence-B))

Jansen turned sideways and slipped through the door to the bridge so as to not spill the pair of drinks. As he approached the console horseshoe he nodded his head at the science duty officer and settled in the vacant chair that put him even with the captain’s chair. He turned toward the forward viewscreen and handed one of the tall glasses over to his friend seated up on his little dias.

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

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

Jansen nodded toward the swirling planet below.

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

 

Orrey: All good so far then?

Ukinix: Yeah, as far as I know.

The doctor took a sip of the tea enjoying the cool sweetness before sitting back and looking out the viewscreen with a smile. The sea of stars with the islands of the Hovans and Uwezo buoyed up in the great crystal dotted shroud that was their home.

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?

 

Jansen let Wil work away on the armrest and just enjoyed the quiet.

 

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

 

Orrey: ::giving him a sideways glance before tapping his glass:: with thanks.

 

Ukinix: You got celebration plans?

 

Orrey: :chuckling as he crossed his left ankle up on his right knee:: Not a lick.

 

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: Eh. Celebrate Amity and a successful mission. ::waving a hand:: Part of the greater whole and all that.

 

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.

 

Jansen grinned a little bit at the officer before turning from Tenille to the Captain.

 

Ukinix: ...Happy birthday?

 

Orrey: ::finishing his drink with a nod:: Too old to quit and too young to die. ::logging into the science console before nodding to his friend one more time:: Ever Onward.

 

END Act One

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Lieutenant Commander Jansen Orrey M.D., M.Sc.

Chief Medical Officer

Amity Outpost

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