Commander Wil Ukinix - Young Folks
Wil Ukinix
((BBQ Area, Blue Gums Biome, Peace Park))
The sausages, vegie on one plate (he was after all vegetarian sensitive because of his FO), and a mix of synthesised and real meat on the other, sizzled away satisfyingly. They were just starting to brown. On both plates, the onions were just starting to colour, and gave off that smell that said “hey we’re properly cooking now!”
Several different loaves of square bread sat on the nearby park table. He smiled, as he subconsciously stroked his beard that he hadn’t trimmed in at least a few days.
Ukinix: ::chef’s kiss:: Gorgeous. Smell that, Robin. ::takes sip from beer can::
Hopper: Looking over her shoulder:: Smells good, Wil – now if you don’t mind, I’m… trying to… ::Adjusting her stance again, concentrating:: Show this stupid ball who’s boss.
He had looked over just in time after hearing the woosh of Robin’s golf club, to see the holographic ball *sailing* away. Robin looked the part in her gear, too. Almost like a top tier golfer. When the tee “bing”-ed, a new holographic golf ball took the last one’s place, ready to be smacked into the lake-- holographically speaking.
Hopper: There. ::Taking a long drink of the beverage:: All it takes is the right mindset.
Wil put his bottom lip out and gave an impressed nod as Robin leant her golf club against the park bench, then went over to the esky to grab a drink.
He sensed that Robin had relaxed a little. Being an empathic reader and learning as late and with as much resistance to deal with them as he did, meant that sometimes he considered someone else’s mood as “neutral” if they were hiding it with body language. It wasn’t until their emotions changed that it registered what emotional state they were *actually* in.
Ukinix: How you goin’, alright? It’s been a busy few days.
Hopper: ::Tiling her head slightly to each side:: Yeah. I’m fine. Just… decompressing. That Vathrik guy really struck a nerve with me. Can’t wait til I get the word that he’s long gone.
He nodded. That was two important guests that the FDC were currently hosting.
Ukinix: I’m amazed the Grand Expert has asked to hang around, I thought she’d want to get back home quick smart.
Hopper: Hmm. Well, maybe that’s a good thing. I guess it at least means she’s getting a taste of what we’re all about. It’s the most interest the Trenvonn have ever really shown in getting to know us, up close and personal. Kudos to the FDC, I suppose.
She reached out with her can, clinking it against Wil’s beer, before taking another sip. oO Ugh, yeah, too strong on the citrus… Oo she thought, licking her lips as if that would somehow get rid of the flavour.
Robin reached out with her hard lemonade can towards Wil’s beer can, and he returned the gesture making sure they contacted. He took a quick swig of his IPA, while sensing another emotion in Hopper - a kind of mild disappointment. He glanced over to see that it was just as she was finishing the mouthful of her drink. oO Yeah, that stuff is sickly sweet Robin. Oo
Hopper: Honestly, I think I’m just a bit tense lately in general. It’s been almost six months since Nate transferred to the Shelby and… ::shrugging:: I don’t know. It’s hard. Still.
He turned some more sausages.
Ukinix: That must be tough.
He’d been their celebrant, which had been more nerve wracking than becoming CO. That was saying something.
He hoped her and Nath were okay.
Hopper: Nobody can say we aren’t trying to make it work though. Next week I’m taking a few days off to go visit him. Apparently one of the Talaxians on Idrustix has opened up what he’s describing as a “Galaxy Class” Golf Course… whatever that means. Hence the…
When Robin gestured to her golf club, then her outfit, Wil responded with a silent “ah”, before nodding.
Ukinix: “Galaxy Class”. ::jokingly:: I think Nath’s not leading you on, and you’re going to the Starfleet museum or something. ::Gestures to golf club:: Much of a player?
Hopper: Well, I haven’t played since I was twelve or so, so if you want to hit up a proper course on the holodeck sometime this week and watch me hack away at the grass with this club for a while– ::raising her hard lemonade can in cheers:: you’d be doing me a favour.
He considered for a moment, then quietly nodded. Maybe he could run the program an hour or so earlier before Robin got there. Mowing lawns in a holographic park for therpauetic reasons was one thing-- but a golf course? Those greens were *immaculately* maintained by the latest drone tech. Doing it manually with a ride on mower though? oO Challenge accepted. Oo
It was just then that Ensign Bryn, their newest addition, made their way toward the barbeque.
Wil handed the tongs to Robin--
Ukinix: ::Cheekily:: That’s an order.
--before heading over to greet Saelis.
Ukinix: ::cheerily, offering hand:: Finally we get to meet! Ensign Bryn, welcome to Amity Outpost. I’m Commander Ukinix. Wil. Hungry?
Their newest ensign stood at attention and smiled, but seemed a little surprised when Wil had offered his hand.
Bryn: Commander. I’ve heard a lot about you. ::mostly that he’d really gotten on Ysal’s bad side.:: Nice t’ meet you. ::to hopper:: And, I’m sorry, We might’ve met by now, but everything’s a little fuzzy… What did you say your name was?
Wil discreetly grimaced for the slightest moment. But he then remembered that Ensign Bryn did have to have some medical attention after the events of the Vaadwaur attack. That was likely it.
Hopper: Lieutenant Commander Hopper– ::Resting her free hand on her hip:: –but I prefer Robin, especially when we’re off duty. And unless I also suffered a concussion, I do believe this is the first time we’ve met. ::A somewhat cheeky grimace:: Welcome to the station.
Bryn: Oh! Well it’s nice to meet you too. And Commander, I’m so hungry.
Wil made his way back to the barbeque to check on the sausages. None burnt. Good FO. He accepted the tongs back from Robin, who made her way to lean against the park bench.
Ukinix: You joined us at a crazy time. Are you all recovered?
Bryn: Almost. Bones are all back, and my nose is only a little crooked now. I kind of like it. Builds character. But they said I’m not allowed to do anything too strenuous for a week. Which feels excessive. I feel better now.
Hopper: Does ‘nothing strenuous’ include playing ‘jungle gym’ in main engineering? ::Smirking, then chuckling:: I heard you were sent packing for working a little too hard – which is nothing to be ashamed of, but you know, Doctor’s orders are still orders, and we do want you to heal up properly.
oO Oh! I heard about that, now I know who it was. Oo. He discreetly smiled to himself a little.
Ukinix: You did an amazing job in the Everest. 6 weeks on a QSD ship, then straight into the action.
Bryn: That’s what we train for. It sure was exciting.
Ukinix: ::slight chuckle:: Well I’m glad we could please.
Hopper: Never a dull day in the Delta Quadrant, Ensign. One day you’re having dinner with a dozen Hirogen Alphas and the next you’re blowing up a warp core to fend off a Vaadwaur invasion fleet. It’s a bit of a rough neighborhood, but the block parties are good fun.
That made Wil let out a genuine chuckle as he turned over more sausages.
Bryn: Were you hurt in the blast? I don’t remember much of it, but I’ve seen the damage. It seemed extensive.
Robin moved over to the esky to rummage through the ice for another drink, while answering Saelis.
Hopper: Thanks to your department head’s fast flying, we cleared the danger zone alright. ::To Wil:: You saw more of the damage up close, Skipper.
He concentrated on turning all of the sausages 90 degrees on their respective plates.
“Skipper” again. Robin’s loophole (he suspected anyway) for not calling him “Captain” even though naval tradition allowed for it when on ships. He didn’t like it, because he didn’t have that fourth pip. If he got there one day, *then* he would earn that title.
Stuff tradition.
Ukinix: Oh yeah-- the Indy bridge’s ceiling, consoles, Aitas’ leg… what a day.
Bryn: Well, I’m glad you’re alright. Is there any specific reason you wanted to meet with me? I’ve had a tour, if that’s what you were worried about.
He smiled and looked up.
Ukinix: Well yeah, of course! We wanted to meet you and say hello. We’d be a horrible command team if we didn’t.
Robin continued on from Wil with a smile.
Hopper: It’s a big station, but nobody here is a faceless grunt as far as we’re concerned. ::Smirking:: Don’t be offended if the CO forgets your proper rank once or twice though. It’s practically a tradition… Hey, do you want a drink? Depending on what you like – and what Medical has cleared you for – there are some ‘zero-proof’ options as well.
Wil, forgetting that he was cooking sausages for a moment, simply looked up at Robin, initially to give her a :| , but then swallowed and looked back down to continue cooking.
oO I’ve been seen. Oo
Bryn: Response
Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a drink container being flung towards Saelis.
Hopper: ::Standing up:: So, Ensign Bryn, tell us about what brings you to us. Amity’s a long way from home – was it your preferred posting, or…? ::She gave an unconcerned hand gesture:: Oh, and one veggie-dog, please, Skipper.
Wil looked down, and turned a few of the vegie sausages over to make sure they looked done.
Ukinix: ::under his breath:: Yeah, they’re good. ::To Robin:: Coming right up, ::gesturing with chin to park bench:: pass me the bread?
Bryn: Response
As Wil carefully placed a sausage diagonally from corner to corner on the slice of bread, he heard a can crack open. Next, he topped the caramelised onions on top of the sausage, then bent the bread up in his hand to make it a “dog”. It was a poor attempt at a hotdog really. That was the point.
Hopper: You said you’ve had a tour already – have you had a chance to check out the various neighborhoods in the Habitat Ring? If you have a preference I can coordinate with Commander Rosek-Skyfire to get you some quarters assigned…
Bryn: Response
With Robin’s sausage sizzle in one hand, he turned a few more sausages with his tongs in the other, before tapping at the little LCARs display embedded in the brick barbeque stand. It beeped once, letting its operator know that “yes, the barbeque has been turned off, thank you for using me!”.
He rounded the barbie and made his way to the table.
Ukinix: ::Handing sausage topped with onions in bread to Robin:: There you go, one democracy sausage. ::To Bryn:: And for you, Saelis?
Bryn: Response
Ukinix: Done.
Hopper/Bryn: Response
The CO made his way back to the barbeque, listening in to the conversation between Robin and Saelis, over the sound of the fading sizzling.
Ukinix: Hey, tell us about Antosia! I’ve never been, what’s it like? Which part are you from?
With a sausage in bread in one hand, Wil transferred the remaining sausages from each hotplate onto two separate plates - one vegie, one meat/synthesised meat.
Bryn/Hopper: Response
Ukinix: How do you feel about being this far out from home?
He rounded the barbeque, plate in one hand, bread/sausage/onion combination in the other, and headed towards the park bench.
Bryn/Hopper: Response
Wil picked up a beef sausage with the tongs and placed it on a loaf of bread in his hand, just as their guest from the Ronin headed their way.
Shortrith: Response
Bryn/Hopper: Response
Ukinix: Glad you could make it! Thought I’d give you a taste of home after that whole Vaadwaur mess. Ensign Bryn, meet Lieutenant Renaie Shortrith, they’re here visiting from the USS Ronin to study a local Delta Quadrant species we met a few years ago.
Wil shot a *very quick* guilty little glance towards Robin, then back to the other two.
Bryn/Hopper/Shortrith: Response
Tags/TBC!
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Commander Wil Ukinix
(OOC Captain)
Starfleet attache and Commanding Officer
Amity Outpost
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