Lieutenant Elor Letek - Walking on eggshells
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Lieutenant Elor Letek
May 12, 2026, 1:16:15 AM (yesterday) May 12
to USS Eagle
((Federation Headquarters Ballroom, Bolarus IX))
It was that time again: the big celebration at the end of their journey. As always when they successfully completed a mission, the ship’s command had organized a grand celebration to honor and celebrate them.
This time, too, the captain had spared no expense and reserved a beautiful ballroom on Bolarus IX for the crew.
The hall was beautifully decorated, with everything evoking an exotic underwater world, and the atmosphere already hinted that this evening would feature not only drinks but also delicious food.
Elor had dressed up and beamed down to the planet with Braya so they could take part in the festivities together.
After a quick look around the venue, their first stop was the bar, where Elor ordered a fruity cocktail. Braya had taken a slightly less subtle approach and simply ordered the strongest drink on the menu.
With a queasy feeling in their stomachs, they clinked glasses and then set about the task of snagging a spot at one of the tables.
Elor quickly spotted two empty seats and walked over with his companion; only Kettick was already sitting at the chosen table.
Letek: Commander Kettick. Do you mind if we sit with you?
Kettick: By all means, Lieutenant. As long as you do not intend to drag me on the dancefloor.
With a tip of her glass toward him, Braya swung a booted foot up onto the table, shaking her head emphatically.
Braya: Anyone tries draggin’ any o’ us, we all throw down. Deal?
Elor resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow at Braya’s behavior. He’d known her for a while now, and even though she might not always act appropriately in situations like this, he liked her.
Letek: I say we enjoy the evening first before we decide whether we’re going to dance, okay?
Not that Elor had planned on dancing, but you should never say never, right?
Kettick: What is the saying? Misery shared is misery... :: a beat :: no, that would be "squared", which is not encouraging at all.
Braya: ::Finishing her drink, waving down a server for another:: ‘Alved. The Humans say it get’s ‘alved. Don’t make no sense t’me, neither. Y’er all miserable then. ‘Squared’ is the right o’ it.
If Braya kept drinking at that pace, he’d probably have to slip back into his uniform tonight after all. Maybe he should have brought something along as a precaution to help manage the effects of the drinks.
Braya: Whadda’ ya’ make o’ that new one? ::Tipping her glass in Avariswal’s direction, and then drinking::
Letek: ::Following the direction of Brayas sign:: Hard to say. I haven’t heard much about her yet. But given our luck, it might not be a bad idea to have a diplomat on board.
Elor was much more concerned about how Braya would take the fact that Williams was leaving the ship. He didn’t know the details, but he’d gotten the impression lately that the two of them had grown closer.
Kettick: Quite. I suspect that between us, the new addition to our crew would have to pull double duty. I only wish we had a diplomat onboard before that whole Alomian mess.
Braya: Or just anyone with one ounce o’ -
Cutting her words short, Braya used a long gulp of alcohol to keep from saying whatever she was going to say.
Letek: In any case, it can't hurt to have someone with diplomatic skills on board.
Kettick: Response?
Braya: ::With a wince, dismissive:: I ain’t ‘eard who’s takin’ ‘is place. ch’Clex, maybe.
One of the waiters came over and brought Braya another glass of the strong liquor.
Letek: I get the impression that you’re not drinking for the pleasure of it, but rather for the effect. ::Unsure, as he doesn’t want to patronize her:: Maybe... we should take it a little easier until dinner?
Braya / Kettick: Response?
Elor raised his hands in a dismissive gesture.
Letek: I didn’t mean that as an attack, Braya. You’re my friend, and I don’t want you to get yourself into trouble. We can totally get drunk together before the next mission, but this isn’t the best time for it.
Braya / Kettick: Response?
TAG / TBC
It was that time again: the big celebration at the end of their journey. As always when they successfully completed a mission, the ship’s command had organized a grand celebration to honor and celebrate them.
This time, too, the captain had spared no expense and reserved a beautiful ballroom on Bolarus IX for the crew.
The hall was beautifully decorated, with everything evoking an exotic underwater world, and the atmosphere already hinted that this evening would feature not only drinks but also delicious food.
Elor had dressed up and beamed down to the planet with Braya so they could take part in the festivities together.
After a quick look around the venue, their first stop was the bar, where Elor ordered a fruity cocktail. Braya had taken a slightly less subtle approach and simply ordered the strongest drink on the menu.
With a queasy feeling in their stomachs, they clinked glasses and then set about the task of snagging a spot at one of the tables.
Elor quickly spotted two empty seats and walked over with his companion; only Kettick was already sitting at the chosen table.
Letek: Commander Kettick. Do you mind if we sit with you?
Kettick: By all means, Lieutenant. As long as you do not intend to drag me on the dancefloor.
With a tip of her glass toward him, Braya swung a booted foot up onto the table, shaking her head emphatically.
Braya: Anyone tries draggin’ any o’ us, we all throw down. Deal?
Elor resisted the urge to raise an eyebrow at Braya’s behavior. He’d known her for a while now, and even though she might not always act appropriately in situations like this, he liked her.
Letek: I say we enjoy the evening first before we decide whether we’re going to dance, okay?
Not that Elor had planned on dancing, but you should never say never, right?
Kettick: What is the saying? Misery shared is misery... :: a beat :: no, that would be "squared", which is not encouraging at all.
Braya: ::Finishing her drink, waving down a server for another:: ‘Alved. The Humans say it get’s ‘alved. Don’t make no sense t’me, neither. Y’er all miserable then. ‘Squared’ is the right o’ it.
If Braya kept drinking at that pace, he’d probably have to slip back into his uniform tonight after all. Maybe he should have brought something along as a precaution to help manage the effects of the drinks.
Braya: Whadda’ ya’ make o’ that new one? ::Tipping her glass in Avariswal’s direction, and then drinking::
Letek: ::Following the direction of Brayas sign:: Hard to say. I haven’t heard much about her yet. But given our luck, it might not be a bad idea to have a diplomat on board.
Elor was much more concerned about how Braya would take the fact that Williams was leaving the ship. He didn’t know the details, but he’d gotten the impression lately that the two of them had grown closer.
Kettick: Quite. I suspect that between us, the new addition to our crew would have to pull double duty. I only wish we had a diplomat onboard before that whole Alomian mess.
Braya: Or just anyone with one ounce o’ -
Cutting her words short, Braya used a long gulp of alcohol to keep from saying whatever she was going to say.
Letek: In any case, it can't hurt to have someone with diplomatic skills on board.
Kettick: Response?
Braya: ::With a wince, dismissive:: I ain’t ‘eard who’s takin’ ‘is place. ch’Clex, maybe.
One of the waiters came over and brought Braya another glass of the strong liquor.
Letek: I get the impression that you’re not drinking for the pleasure of it, but rather for the effect. ::Unsure, as he doesn’t want to patronize her:: Maybe... we should take it a little easier until dinner?
Braya / Kettick: Response?
Elor raised his hands in a dismissive gesture.
Letek: I didn’t mean that as an attack, Braya. You’re my friend, and I don’t want you to get yourself into trouble. We can totally get drunk together before the next mission, but this isn’t the best time for it.
Braya / Kettick: Response?
TAG / TBC
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Lieutenant Elor Letek
Medical Officer
USS Eagle
E240201EL2
Patients are asked not to die in the corridors.
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