Lt Cmdr Wil Ukinix (H) - Buy Me A Pony

[Wil Ukinix]

((Sarek Station, Habitat Ring))

Wil in shorts, running shoes, and his (now sweaty) dark blue “A M I T Y” t-shirt, followed the ramp that led down from the end of Sarek station platform, towards the Talaxi Palms hotel.  He took a drink from his Starfleet water bottle, his skin still glistening from sweat, a remnant of his 10 kilometre run in Peace Park.

oO Actually 10.5 k’s, eight laps around the outer trail. That extra 500 metres was hard. Oo

As he made his way to the hotel, he could see that the bottom floor, and the area around it, was busier than usual.  He turned his head to notice that Rivi was sitting on a lounger (sipping a smoothie of course), and next to her was a fully uniformed Lieutenant Kivik.

Wil smiled a little. Keehani had done well to keep Madame Ambassador out of her office.  He kept walking while watching Rivi and Kivik talking, without looking at where he was going.

And in the process bumped into Tri’lea, who put her hands on his sweaty shoulders.

Polgonz: ::Looking up at his face::  Wil?!

Ukinix(H): Oof!  Geez.  Sorry, Tri’lea, I was looking at Kivi and Rivi, I didn’t even see you!

The Daughter Ascendant cocked an eyebrow and crossed her arms in apparent mock displeasure.  Wil saw straight through that act.

Polgonz: Oh really?  ::Turning slowly to show off her ‘cape’::  I’m not sure how you didn’t notice me.  ::Smirking::  I’m devastated.

Wil eye’s moved down momentarily to look at Tri’lea’s bikini, that was accompanied with a long, sheer, unnecessary cover up that screamed “look at me”.  Which he did. 

Polgonz: In your distraction, did you also fall in the pool?

Wil hadn’t seen Tri’lea since he’d his transporter accident.  He smiled for two reasons.  One, after their Idrustix experience he considered her his good friend.  Two, she was fun to razz.

Ukinix(H): It’s just sweat, your royal mystical princess.  I’ve just been for a run around Peace Park.  ::Smirking:: You should try it some time.

Polgonz: What? Sweating?  ::Looking him up and down::  I think you’ve done plenty of that for the both of us.

Wil smirked for a moment.  So many lines… best left unsaid.

Lea made her way over to the bar, again seemingly walking in a “look at me, I frequent the exclusive tropical resorts of Far North Queensland” kind of way.

Polgonz: ::To the ‘bartender’:: One… oh, what did she call it? Blueberry blast from, something or other?

Talaxian Bartender: ::Smiling:: Blast from the past, ma’am! It’s been a real hit this ‘season’.

Polgonz: Yes, excellent. One of those please.

Ukinix(H): I see the smoothie craze is spreading, you trying to butter up Rivi for something?

Polgonz: Oh, please. Rivi and I have an understanding. We’re two of a kind – speaking of which…

Tri’lea turned around and placed her elbows on the edge of the bar, grinning in a “look at me, I frequent the ultra-exclusive resorts of Risa” kind of way.

Polgonz: …I hear there are two of you now.

Before Wil could answer, the bartender placed a smoothie next to the Daughter Ascendant.  She picked it up with a smile, and in one swift move put a tip in the bartender’s jar.

oO Show off. Oo

Polgonz: Smoothie?

Ukinix(H): Does that one come with a shot of Vodka?

Polgonz: Wil Ukinix – if you think I’m sharing another alcoholic drink with you, you can think again.  ::Smiling cheerily::  I’m taken.

Wil smirked then chuckled for a moment.

Ukinix(H): ::Teasing Chuckle:: Lightweight.  If you think that sharing one measly drink together somehow leads to horizontal folk dancing, you’re also mistaken. And I *know* you’re taken.  Remember?

He smirked for a moment at Tri’lea, proud of his little, friendly, playful taunt, before pointing to the elevator foyer.

Ukinix(H): Anyway, I gotta head up and get changed.

It seemed Tri’lea had other ideas.  She wrapped her arm around his, her hand gently grabbing his bicep as she began to slowly walk and lead him in the most regal of fashions.  It seemed like he wasn’t getting away.  He instead turned over his shoulder and with a smile signalled to the bartender for the same smoothie as Lea’s, then pointed to the vodka bottle on the shelf and gave a wink.  The Talaxian bartender got the message, and began preparing Wil’s drink.

Polgonz: Though I hear the other you, Acradem was it?  I hear he’s a big fan of Rivi’s smoothies as well. You might want to get in on this – what did you call it? Craze. Before you’re left on the outside looking in.

Ukinix(H): ::Smiling:: You’re such a smart arse. 

There was that name again.  “Acradem”.  He still couldn’t fathom it.  “Alacem” begat “Astradem” begat “Acradem” begat… well, “Wil”.  His Mum and Dad had broken that cycle, unbeknown to them that “Alacem” was a power-hungry noble who had instructed Astradem to go and seduce nobles left, right and centre for the sole purposes of advancing the cause of the Ninth House to avoid political and legal heat from the other Houses of Betazed.  Wil was *glad* he didn’t have the name “Acradem”.  The cycle had been thankfully (unintentionally) broken.

And yet, here was his counterpart *embracing* that name.  As if somehow, all those royal shenanigans, and from what Wil understood noble infighting (and probably inbreeding) that was still happening even in 2399 was still somehow acceptable.

Ukinix(H): Like you, he can butter up Rivi all he likes.  It must be a Betazoid thing.  I’ll let my performance do the talking.

Polgonz: How are you?  ::Resisting the urge to give the soaking wet gym sock of a man a hug::  Really, I mean it. Jokes aside.

Wil’s smile faded a little. 

Ukinix(H): Why do you ask?

Polgonz: It wouldn’t take an empath to know that you’re hurting.

Wil rolled his eyes a little.  His second cousin Keehani would have been a little bit proud and given his eyeroll a score of 7.5.

Ukinix(H): ::Under his breath, eyeroll at 7.5 on the Keehani scale:: Bloody Betazoids.  ::Normal tone:: Hurting’s not the right word.  I’m just – I dunno, not entirely myself.  ::Chuckle:: I mean, obviously.

Polgonz: Response

Ukinix(H): Keehani reckons I’m like, 95% of the person I was, from what she can sense in me.  I dunno, you’re a Betazoid, we shared a quarantine shuttle together, what do you think?

Polgonz: Response

The bartender made his way over to Wil and handed him his “vmoothie” (okay, so it’s not a typo. it’s a name Wil made up – a smoothie with a shot of vodka in it.  What’s the big deal?).  Wil gave him a wink, smile and nod, then had a quick sip of the drink before answering.

Talaxian Bartender: There you go, Commander!

Ukinix(H): Thanks mate.

Wil took a sip of his vmoothie (see, it works!)

Ukinix(H): ::Grimace:: Let’s just say he vociferously didn’t like that we were even exploring the option of us merging back together.  I mean, I dunno if it’s even possible, or whether I want to either, but to throw the idea out so passionately without exploring it?  Very un-Starfleet.

Polgonz: Response

Ukinix(H): I expected all the Betazoids on the station would like him better, because he can, you know, do all that mind communication stuff.

Polgonz: Response

Ukinix(H): By the way, your Dad contacted me via our Chief of Security, wanting to talk to me about something.  But I haven’t heard back from him.  I even offered him a barbeque in Peace Park.  ::Hands out, proud cheeky smile:: How’s *that* for bloody diplomacy. 

Polgonz: Response

Ukinix(H): ::Excitedly:: Well, get him down here! Tell you what, how about we meet in Peace Park in say, 30 minutes?  I’ll make lunch, you’re already in your bathers so you can go for a swim at the beach.  I’ll invite Keehani along as well, as FDC she can do all the buttering up that you Betazoids like so much.  ::Smirking:: You just won’t be able to bring your pony.

Polgonz: Response


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Lieutenant Commander Wil Ukinix
Starfleet attaché and First Officer
Amity Outpost
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