Lieutenant Hallia Yellir - Tell Me a Story
Ryan Fender
(( Quark’s Bar, Promenade, Deep Space Nine ))
Addison’s gaze drifted across the bar
MacKenzie: And how are you doing since… everything?
Yellir: Eh— to be honest I’ve tried to avoid thinking about it. But we’ve had worse happen to us, not sure this beats melting Talos’ counterpart. We’re all still here. Just with a few bruised egos and breached coolant pipes.
While there were obvious animations to Hallia, she didn’t quite turn to face the Captain. While it was never just easy to walk off several incredibly traumatic events at once— the last thing she wanted to do was worry the Captain. That being said, there were some days that were harder than others in the wake of so much happening at once, eventually it would be nice to wipe the slate clean.
MacKenzie: ::offering a soft smile:: Well, I suppose when you put it that way…
Yellir: What about you? Are you.. Okay?
Hallia’s head turned to face Addison with a curious look to her. Her glance fell into both of the Captain’s irises, switching between the two before settling on just one. There was part of her that was looking for some sign of overstepping. Memories like these were often still quite tender after an ordeal.
MacKenzie: Okay is a relative term these days, no? The Academy only prepares you for so much – but it’s a flawed method of preparation. Nothing can get you ready for an encounter with CloQ, or to meet a very different version of yourself.
Yellir: I know what you mean, and here I thought we’d be making first contact every Tuesday and seeing a few Crystalline Entities. But you know, as much as they say “weird’s part of the job”, I feel like we always get the short end of the stick with the weirdness.
The Ferengi brought their drinks and set them on the bar. Two drinks sat in front of the pair in what Hallia expected to be a stark contrast, but the two held similar shades, but it was the very slight differences that set them apart. The Tamarian frost was a rich chocolatey shade, with it being a cocktail of candied scents.
The Irish coffee, however, was a smell she had gotten a little too familiar with many shore leaves ago. The bitter notes of caffeine topped with the frothy cream on top— what wasn’t to love?
The Captain raised her glass just as Hallia nearly took a sip of her own.
MacKenzie: Cheers.
She followed the motion and raised a glass of her own
Yellir: Cheers, may the Artemis stay in one piece.
In unison, Hallia and Addison took a sip as two dull thuds fell on the bar once more.
MacKenzie: So, any plans for shore leave? I’ve been to the station once before, right as I was assigned to the Resolution, but I didn’t have much of a chance to do any sight-seeing.
Yellir: For starters— I’m absolutely going to sightsee, and I really want to visit Bajor, I hear the Rankatha province is amazing this time of year.
MacKenzie: Response?
Yellir: The views are to die for, besides, they’ve really bounced back since the war. It’s amazing to see how it’ll be in person How about you?
MacKenzie: Response?
Yellir: I have a question for you— and it might be overstepping, but before all ::gesturing around:: this, did you ever get into trouble on shore leave? Of course I’m not talking full on brawls, but you seem like you’ve had some adventures.
She took another sip. For a cocktail, it was oddly thick. All at once this thick fluid of chocolate and butterscotch schnapps adjacent entirely filled her nose and mouth. With the bitter kick of the booze hitting on the tail end of the mouthful
MacKenzie: Response?
TAG/TBC
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Lieutenant Hallia Yellir
Chief Engineer
USS Artemis-A
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