[sb118-denali]Lieutenant Drex - The wait
Drex Drex
((Awards Ceremony, Rooftop Garden Patio, Soldotna))
If you want to look good, you have to suffer.
Drex ran an index finger around his neck, pushing aside the collar of his gala uniform, as he stepped out onto the rooftop terrace of the Soldotna Tower.
Instinctively, he looked up at the stage and the graffiti he had decorated the back wall with months ago. The black silhouette of the Denali skyline stood out against the star-studded gold backdrop.
As usual, everything around looked perfect. Maybe it was even more perfect than usual. Commodore Oddas had left and everyone was struggling to make a good impression on the new Commanding Officer.
Drex found a way to get to the buffet tables that would keep him away from the centre of the area and away from most of the people who had already gathered for the ceremony, as his eyes lingered on several unfamiliar officers. Too far away to make out their ranks, he wondered several times if one of those faces was the new captain.
Many rumors had been circulating, and, persuaded by Eyna, he himself had made his bet: male, human, in his sixties.
Falt: Good evening.
DeVeau: Virgin rooh afza mojito please.
DeVeau: Hey Tomas. Are you doing all right?
Falt: It's been an interesting couple of days, that's for sure.
Any: Response
The familiar voices distracted the Denobulan from his considerations. Drex took another step towards the bar and a broad smile spread across his face. As he left the two commanders ending their conversation, he motioned to the bartender at the glass in Commander Falt's hand. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had read most of Commander Kettick's Denali 101 in the year he had spent on the station, and so he knew he had a good chance of getting it right.
DeVeau: Yes it has. I hope everyone is doing all right.
With a fresh glass in his hand, Drex met Alora’s eyes and recognized in her smile a silent invitation to join in the conversation.
Drex: Good evening, Sirs.
Any/Falt: Response.
DeVeau: Change can be hard, but it can also be exciting.
It was obvious. Just like on the lower and middle bridges, the only topic of conversation in the last few days was the change in command.
oOI wonder if they also made some bets. Oo
Drex brought the glass closer, filling his nostrils with the pungent fragrance of Aldebaran Whiskey, and took a small sip.
Any/Falt: Response.
DeVeau: I would say it’s an appropriate time for change. The new year opens to a universe full of possibilities.
oO Out with the old, in with the new. Oo
Drex let the drink settle in his mouth, and when he swallowed, he nodded.
The tender passed her the drink Alora’d ordered and she accepted it with a soft thanks before sipping at the sweet drink and focusing her attention on those who had also come to the bar.
Any/Falt: Response.
Drex: Have you heard anything from Commodore Oddas? Is the new place what she expected?
In the chaos of hypotheses and suppositions of the last few weeks, the commodore's destination had recently become a certainty.
Any/DeVeau/Falt: Response.
Drex: I understand. I imagine it will take time for everyone to find balance and a stable routine.
Any/DeVeau/Falt: Response.
Drex: Has the Fleet Command communicated the name of the new CO?
Rumors had reached him a few hours before about a Vesta Class entering the orbit of Denali. Even though he didn't have time to pester anyone for more details this time, this latest arrival could finally spell the end of the bets.
Any/DeVeau/Falt: Response.
TAGS / TBC