Lieutenant Hallia Yellir - Duronis Floorshow
Ryan Fender
(( Quark’s Bar, Promenade, Deep Space Nine ))
The pair sitting at the bar had begun to swap stories back and forth. After being regaled with stories of bar crawls in the Shoals— Hallia responded with her own story, one of something that happened during her time on Duronis II, the Laudean homeworld. The bar was slowly getting more lively, with a Lurian that looked like he had been there far longer than they had, they looked to have been nursing a drink of their own. In the background, Hallia heard the uproar of a dabo table, with ebbing and flowing groans and cheers.
MacKenzie: You stitched him up while you were drunk??
Hallia let out a very reluctant chuckle before taking another sip
Yellir: Oh don’t get me wrong, we did an awful job at the sutures, but he recovered pretty fine— probably just a very bruised ego from the incident. There might have been an infection, but that's what happens when you get stitches on a concert floor and your doctors took something a Laudean in a coat offered them.
Addison nodded very slowly.
MacKenzie: I can absolutely imagine that to be true… The price when one goes moshing, I suppose… ::brief pause while taking another sip:: You said you served on Duronis II? Were you with the Embassy?
Hallia made quick work of swallowing another sweetened mouthful of her drink. Sweet drinks like these tended to get richer as you emptied the cup— with syrups and flavouring settling near the bottom.
Yellir: Mhm! The one and only— although I can’t say it was an exciting post. Why do you ask?
Being on Duronis wasn’t a very eventful posting to say the least, being a medical officer surrounded by other facilities made the job a little redundant. Being a nursing aide, Hallia herself had been relegated to medical support staff, which tended to emphasise the ‘nurse’ part of the title.
MacKenzie: I served as their Chief Medical Officer for a very brief time before they decommissioned the embassy and I was reassigned to the Thor…
It was a very short, very unpleasant assignment. There were a lot of things that she was proud of on her service record, including the work she’d done while serving on the Embassy, but there were a lot of experiences associated with her time there that left a lot to be desired.
Yellir: Oh really? How was it? I’ve heard of the Thor— a marvel of Engineering, I’ll say.
While it was no Excalibur— the Vesta class itself was a pleasure to be aboard. Truly a beautiful model of Starship.
MacKenzie: ::shrugging indifferently:: It was not a good time. The Laudeans were great, but there were a lot of problems with the Embassy that made serving there difficult. …it’s one of the reasons why the Embassy was decommissioned.
Yellir: Ah yes— the Katherine Pulaski type of officers. Fast and loose with the prime directive, often not very diplomatic either.
Pulaski, while being a very talented scientist in her own rights, was often cited as a political nightmare. Hallia had heard tales of Pulaski’s brief stopover on Cardassia being enough to nearly uproot an Academician’s entire career. The Yelikan cringed into her cup with the thought on her mind. The old guard on Duronis had a particular way of doing things— and they were often very good at what they did. Hell, it says enough about MacKenzie as a Captain for being able to overcome that blemish in her career.
MacKenzie: Response?
Yellir: Well— think of it this way, if it wasn’t for such an unfavourable stopover, maybe neither of us would’ve been here now.
MacKenzie: Response?
Yellir: You know, it always could be worse. Imagine being cooped up on Jupiter Station, hell, even in the Delta Quadrant, at least on Duronis there’s some kind of floorshow.
MacKenzie: Response?
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant Hallia Yellir
Chief Engineer
USS Artemis-A
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