Captain Wil Ukinix - The Healing
Wil Ukinix
((CO’s Office, Copernicus Center - Amity Outpost))
(OOC: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=vm-1TZTofAw)
A delighted Wil Ukinix tucked his tongue into his left cheek, enjoying seeing (and admittedly, feeling) Robin getting a little flustered by his new facial hair.
Hopper: No, no, no. You’re wrong. You’re dead wrong, Wil. Bec, Keehani, back me up on this.
He could not wipe the smile from his face.
When he had started his Starfleet career on Veritas, he was clean shaven. But as he moved up the ranks, for reasons inexplicable even to him, he was jealous of one William T Riker. He didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was that he chose to stay as first officer on the Enterprise-D, just because it was the Enterprise-D. oO Big deal! Take the Captaincy, fool! Oo
It was not only that, but Wil felt he was a *true* Wil, with one L. That second L was redundant. Oh sure, Riker’s full first name was actually “William”, but that was the point. “Wil” was just “Wil”, thanks to his dear old dad who had basically said to his mum, from what he understood, “let’s just keep it simple, we’re gonna shorten his name anyway”.
He wondered how his mum Stacey reacted to that. And how his dad had talked her into it.
So, No shortening of “William”, unlike that Riker bloke. Ukinix 1, Riker nil.
And then there was that smarmy beard of his. Perfectly manicured, and it suited him. The guy was perfect in just about every way, and it gave Wil the craps. For reasons that Wil couldn’t put his finger on. Even weirder was the fact they weren’t even moving up the ranks of Starfleet at the same time in history! There was no reason, none, for his respectful animosity towards a Starfleet legend who he would likely never meet.
But it didn’t matter. He had a point to prove. He’d be a better captain.
And, god damn it, he’d have a better *beard*. Which he now did.
But he’d never reveal any of that out loud, of course.
Keehani: It’s all because of Picard’s offsider.
Ukinix: ::Furrowed brow, to Keehani:: Hey!
No, his Betazoid second cousin would do that for him, it seemed. oO Stupid telepaths. Oo.
Keehani shot him a *look*.
Hopper: Dozens of scientific studies have proven, time and again over the centuries, that beards contain an unconscionable amount of dirt, bacteria, and pathogens. They’re dirtier than hands, they’re dirtier than dogs, Wil. That’s science.
Keehani: Honestly Robin? It suits him.
She let that hang, trying to suppress the smirk on her face. oO Wait-- is she implying that I’m dirty-- OO
Iko: I mean, I can’t disagree. I have brothers.
He proudly stroked the whiskers on the sides of his face.
Ukinix: I wash this bugger every day, shampoo, conditioner, tricorder scan, the works. It’s clean as. You could live in it.
Robin, though, still had a point to prove.
Hopper: And, and– if that somehow isn’t enough to convince you to stop growing that thing out, consider that most potential mates will be inclined to find a bushy beard like that more intimidating, signalling aggressive and more barbaric tendencies. Stubble is one thing, but this? ::Gesturing at his face:: This?
His pleased smirk returned. He did his best to stifle a laugh in his throat. He half succeeded, at least.
Why was Robin so antsy about his beard?
He simply shrugged. He felt he looked more masculine, and would attract (hopefully) *more* mates. Both figurative in the Australian sense, and literal in the-- well you know. Let’s say, “nookie” sense.
He looked over to Bec, who looked away, and he could sense she was trying not to chuckle. Keehani simply rolled her eyes, and looked out of the window. She’d started the meeting about Trenvonn relations that had somehow devolved into a meeting about Robin’s dislike for Wil’s beard.
It was her fault as far as he was concerned.
Q: Which “her”, I hear you ask?
A: Yes.
The door chime rang, making him look towards the door.
Hopper: We’ll talk more about this later.
Ukinix: ::shrug:: By that stage, it’ll be even bushier. Think about *that*, Hopper. ::To door, cheerily:: Come in!
In walked the silver haired legend, Jansen Orrey.
Orrey: Well I hope I am not walking into a war room.
Hopper: Not exactly. ::Biting her tongue to stop from asking Jansen to chime in as well:: But I’m sure we’d all be happy to change the subject for a while.
Wil simply “pfft’d” through his lips, then stroked the whiskers on his chin, as Robin gestured to the replicator.
Iko: I’m right thanks.
Keehani: ::rubbing temples, eyes closed:: Ratkajino. Double.
Ukinix: Thick shake. Really thick, so it gets stuck ::gesturing to mouth in circles:: around this. ::To Jansen:: G’day, Doc, how are ya. Drink?
But Jansen passed a PADD from under his arm to Amity’s First Officer, who studied it.
Orrey: I come as always with balance. Good and bad. Kaito ::nodding to Iko:: Is field medic certified. The situation with Char that he handled the way he did more than meets the criteria that I need to see. He will need some first aid scrubbing up but everyone could use that. Which brings me to my next point. Ikaia has passed his final exam. You have yourself a fine doctor on your hands. However…
Wil *smiled*. That was awesome! Wait--
Keehani: However?
oO What she said. OO
Orrey: ::smiling sadly:: That completes my contract, and therefore my time at Amity.
Wil’s jaw dropped a little, then a little more, then a tiny bit more, as he studied his friend. His shoulders dropped.
((Flashback - Sick Bay, Deck 2, USS Kitty Hawk - Stardate 240107.23))
Ukinix: Oh, and Jansen?
Orrey: eh?
Ukinix: ::Eyes still on the Changeling:: Sorry to do this, but given the circumstances…
Frontier Day was turning out to be hell on everyone. Including poor Jansen. But rules were rules, and emergencies were emergencies.
Ukinix: …we’re going reinstate you as a Starfleet officer using the reserve activation clause Starfleet regulation.
With his phaser still pointed at “Jane”, the con-artist formerly known as Roshie, he could sense displeasure from his friend.
But emergencies were emergencies.
Ukinix: Welcome back, Lieutenant Commander.
Out of the corner of his eye, Wil could see Jansen squint at him. That made Wil feel bad.
But emergencies were emergencies.
Orrey: You absolutely owe me a rosewood box. ::gathering the samples and nodding to Sadar:: Come on the galaxies are all laid out the same the medical labs are in the back over here.
((End Flashback))
He sure did. And more.
Hopper: Well you’ve certainly dotted your i’s and crossed your t’s, here, Doctor… I’d say this feels ‘sudden’, except I guess that we all knew this day would come. ::Tilting her head:: Nah, it still feels sudden.
Wil crossed his arms and looked down, nodding in agreement.
Iko: You’ve certainly made your mark on the outpost.
Keehani took a big breath in, but the words didn’t seem to come out. She just let out a sad sigh, and looked away to the wall.
Ukinix: ::Swallow:: What she said.
Orrey: It is hard to do among so many valiant officers. I know you will all be able to make it in my absence.
Hopper: Well, I’m sure we’ll manage – but It’ll be a shame to lose you. You’ve been a steady hand, Jansen. In more ways than one. ::Smiling:: Thank you for jumping back in with us, and for helping Ikaia complete his MD – I know he’s been working hard at that. ::Chuckle:: Guess we can finally call Wil “Captain” and Ikaia “Doctor” without getting corrected by them all the time.
There were a mix of emotions in the room, as Robin moved back to the replicator for some reason.
But through it all, as he always did, Jansen smiled.
Orrey: It is a shame to be leaving as soon as that becomes an option.
Ukinix: Commander, you helped both Ikaia and me get here. There. To the spot where we-- you know what I mean.
Keehani simply held her stupidly strong Klingon coffee in her hand, looking a little sad.
Hopper: So, what’s next then, for Jansen Orrey?
Ukinix: ::Playfully:: Reserve activation clause.
Without looking up, Keehani gave Wil a half-warning.
Keehani: Don’t you dare, Wil Ukinix.
Orrey: ::Shrugging with a smile:: I am sure there is a long list waiting for me back home between my aunt, Raissa and Natalia.
That made Wil smile. And fair enough too. Jansen was a 6 week quesadilla trip away fro his home. And Natalia wouldn’t be getting any younger. Wil nodded in concession.
Iko: That sounds nice.
Orrey: Beyond that it is where the Black takes me. That has always been home.
Ukinix: Maybe we could head for a trip back to The Shoals one day mate.
Keehani: And I will be offended if you do not visit Betazed one day when I am there.
Hopper: Response
Iko: I guess we gotta pick a new CMO now then, ay?
Orrey: Well it is always above my head but my pick to replacement is named in my papers as always.
Ukinix: ::Putting out hand to Robin for PADD:: May I?
Hopper: Response
Keehani: ::Finally looking up:: We’re going to miss you, Jansen. You’ve been such a big part of Amity.
Iko: Also.
Wil looked towards Bec, who seemed to glance around at a few people, before she finally returned to speaking to Jansen.
Iko: I suppose we should give Orrey something before he goes.
Orrey: You really don’t have to. I much prefer slipping out the side door unnoticed.
Ukinix: Oh no, you asked something from me on Frontier Day, if you remember.
Hopper: Response
Wil sensed that Jansen was in a hurry to get out of there, as Bec produced three rosewood boxes stacked neatly on top of each other in her hand. oO Wait, how did she do that?! Oo
Keehani put her coffee on the ground, gave her knees a gentle slap with a sigh, then stood up and interlocked her fingers in front of her legs, as Bec handed out the three boxes to Jansen.
Iko: An Explorer for venturing into underspace, a Peacekeeper for defending Amity, and a Good Conduct Ribbon for coming back to the Outpost and treating injuries during the Vaadwaur attacks.
Orrey: ::smirking:: The currency of Starfleet. Appreciated but there were many more involved than me in all that.
Ukinix: Jansen, rosewood boxes are far less that what we and Starfleet owes you.
Keehani: ::solemnly, smiling:: Hear hear.
Hopper: Response
Orrey: We haven’t had much of a chance to work together directly but you are absolutely the most stylish Starfleet officer I have ever known.
Hopper: Response?
Orrey: ::turning his attention to Bec:: You know when I had to leave the Juneau, there was only one officer I knew who was capable of taking my place and giving that crew the best shot at what they needed. It makes me feel good to know that Cassian made the same type of choice when he had to leave Amity.
Iko: Response?
Ukinix: Jansen, I have one more thing to ask of you. If you don’t mind? ::tapping combadge:: =/\= Ukinix to Wong. Can you come up to the CO’s office, mate? Ukinix out. =/\=
Finally, Keehani approached Jansen, and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Keehani: Your commanding officer’s frivolous approach to alcohol is somewhat mystifying at times, but not at times like this. I am sure he has some sort of exotic liquid stashed somewhere in this office that he wouldn’t mind opening on a sad but milestone occasion like this. ::Suggestively:: Right cousin--
Like a flash, Wil had returned to his desk, tapped a secret combination into his console, tapped several times on “special” spots underneath the desk behind the storage drawers, to open a secret little cupboard that only he could see, given the desk had a solid front. He quickly retrieved what was inside, closed the compartment, then raced over to be standing next to Keehani - bottle Saurian Brandy in hand.
Ukinix: Captain’s orders. Can someone replicate ::quietly counting with fingers:: six fancy spirit glasses?
Iko/Hopper: Response
Orrey: Response
Keehani: ::Snatching bottle from hand, heading over to Wil’s desk:: I will do the honours.
As Keehani poured the drinks, Wil rounded back to his desk, and pulled more rosewood boxes from the drawers, just as the door chime rang.
Ukinix: Come in!
The office door slid open, revealing a blond Klingon from Hawaii.
Wong: Response
Ukinix: Ah, g’day Lieutenant, come in!
Before Wong could say anything, Keehani stepped over and handed Ikaia a glass of the brandy.
Keehani: ::Slight stern point to Ikaia:: Don’t drink it yet.
Wong/Hopper/Iko/Orrey: Response
Ukinix: Oh, you’re in trouble, Ikaia. If trouble was the volcano on Hawai’i, it’d be erupting… you? ::slight scowl:: That didn’t come out right.
He shrugged, then made his way over to Ikaia, boxes in hand, then handed them to Robin.
Ukinix: ::To Robin:: Commander, if you could do the pinning honours? ::To Ikaia:: Boring one first, for our drifting into the underspace corridors, you along with most of the crew get the Explorer’s ribbon. Also, for the retrieval of Lieutenant Seleya of Khanda from Trenvonn space without causing a diplomatic incident, you receive the Diplomacy Ribbon. Congrats, Ikaia.
Hopper/Wong: Response
Iko/Orrey: Response
Ukinix: Layla Nevark who accompanied you receives that award in absentia as well. Now, on to your actions with Jansen when the Vaadwaur were attacking Amity. I’m proud of you, both of you, and Renaie and Seleya, for racing back to Amity to treat the injured when we were under attack. For your brave efforts, you’ve been awarded the Good Conduct ribbon. Congrats!
Wong/Hopper: Response
Iko/Orrey: Response
Wil inhaled, letting his shoulders rise, before they dropped. He turned towards Jansen. Keehani came to stand next to Ikaia, and gave her friend a smile.
Ukinix: Ikaia, not only that, and you may or may not know, but ::smiling towards Jansen:: Doctor Orrey is heading home. Which seems well timed, because we understand you’ve passed your last exam?
Wong: Response
Ukinix: And with Jansen leaving, I’d like to propose a toast. ::Lifting glass towards Jansen:: To our departing CMO, ::then toasting Ikaia:: to our new one. Congratulations, Lieutenant Wong! Or is it Doctor now?
Wong/Orrey: Response
Hopper/Iko: Response
Ukinix: Well, Jansen, we’re going to miss you. Again. ::Swallowing:: And I know we’ll cross paths again one day soon. But it’s still bloody hard to say goodbye, and I think I have a feeling, this time it’s for good from Starfleet. But we *are* going to the Shoals for a visit, I’m holding you to it.
Orrey: Response
Keehani: ::Lifting glass:: To Doctor Orrey, and Doctor Wong.
Wong/Orrey/Hopper/Iko: Response
Wil clinked his glass against everyone else’s--
Ukinix: Cheers.
--before taking a sip of the smooth, strong, gorgeous tasting liquid.
Wong/Orrey/Hopper/Iko: Response
Tags/TBC!
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Captain Wil Ukinix
Starfleet attache and Commanding Officer
Amity Outpost
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