[sb118-ops] Ensign S'zurak - How the Fortune Folds

[Alex Leatherman]

(OOC: looks like S’zurak’s previous lines got skipped. It doesn’t seem to be a problem)

((Mundok’s Bar, The Dungeon - Starbase 118))

Wethern: I really hope it wasn't someone's pet.

S`zurak: My firsst year at Academy. I wasss unfamiliar with the conssept of a potluck. When I inquired further, they casually sssaid, “bring ssomething to eat to share.” Well… I am no chef. But as I was debating what to do, I noticed ssomething. The weasssel I intended to hunt that day. Naturally, I trapped it and brought it with me to the potluck. To demonstrate freshness and competence.

He paused, as if bewildered the others had not reached the same conclusion.

S’zurak: Apparently, in Federation culture, prey animals are not introduced to social gatherings alive. As I was showing it off, the creature essscaped. The engineering team had a fit trying to locate it, and it took them weeksss to finally capture it. In my defense… they are extremely fast. And the invitation did not contain adequate parameters.

Sol grinned, matching the previous bet.

McLaren: It happens to the best of us.

Fairhug: What’s that Terran expression about learning as you live?

Wethern: Live and learn? I prefer the I deny anything your honour.

S`zurak: That firssst year was an adjusstment to ssay the least.

Sol looked between the three of them

McLaren: So then, who else has an interesting academy story?

Four pairs of eyes flicked from side to side, waiting for someone to speak first.

Fairhug: I’m not sure the CO sharing embarrassing Academy stories is appropriate.

He smirked, clearly hinting that he wasn’t entirely serious.

Wethern: Surely it should be setting and example boss to go first.

S`zurak: I believe I just shared mine.

Fairhug: Let’s hear yours first, Corey. Then I’ll decide if it’s safe for me to share mine.

Wethern: Well where can I start, however very similarly to how we may or may not have Ensign bingo on sb118. Me and another recruit might have enjoyed playing pranks on each other. We had a simulated surgery however on my friends turn I had programmed at random the organs to move around as a joke. Only issue was the instructor changed the order we were due to practice. I ended up playing pin down the appendix. How about you all?

Sol laughed.

McLaren: Well sounds like you played yourself instead...

S’zurak: Heh, that is quite amusing. However, we cannot let the Commander forget we want to hear his ssstory.

Gogi chuckled, listening to Corey’s story as he watched Sol deal the next round of cards.

King of Clubs to S’zurak. 2 of Hearts to Gogi. 2 of Diamonds to Wethern. 7 of Hearts to Sol.

Fairhug: Okay, I’ll share. Bets first, though? Who’s up?

Wethern: I'm in. Come on then Fairhug let's hear about your academy days.

McLaren: Yea, Gogi, out with it.

S’zurak: Don’t want to get too greedy here ::eyeing the others:: I’ll check.

Fairhug: Responses

S’zurak: If it were me, I’d likely have done the ssame.

Fairhug: Responses

Wethern: How did you recover from that?

McLaren: Is that the whole story? Or is there more?

S’zurak said nothing here, just sipped more of his Gorn drink imitation.

Fairhug: Responses

McLaren: Let's see where the cards take us now.... :: she plopped a Jack of Diamonds down in front of S'zurak. :: Jack of Diamonds for the Gorn. :: She shifted to Gogi, depositing a 10 of hearts for him. :: 10 of hearts for our illustrious CO. :: She looked to Corey, and placed a Jack of hearts for the resident doctor. :: she pulled the top card off the deck and placed it infront of herself. :: Dealer gets a 4 of spades. No help all around.

Sol glanced between the other 3 at the table, and peered at her cards one last time, then she looked to Corey.

McLaren: Bet's to you again, Corey.

S’zurak: Pot’sss looking… ssizeable. What will it be?

Fairhug/Wethern: Response?

Sol nodded, before pushing 3 pretzel stick into the pot.

McLaren: Raise.

S’zurak: ::growling for all to hear:: Are you sssure?

Was this a big bluff to scare him off? He did have a pair… albeit a low one. He looked down and noticed Sol’s pair of sevens. That would beat out his pair of fives.

Fairhug/Wethern: Response?

She shrugged, sipping some of her whiskey, tiling her head slightly. She tapped her hole card, it still face down.

McLaren: You'll have to call if you want to find out.

S’zurak hooked 3 pretzels on his claws and put them back down.

S’zurak: I am forced to fold.

Fairhug/Wethern: Response?

S’zurak: Are we all ssset then? I am very curiouss to see how this shakesss out.

Fairhug/Wethern/McLaren: Response?

((OOC:

Final hands:

S'zurak: 5 (?) - 3 (?), 5 (Hearts), K (Clubs), J (Diamonds)

Gogi: 8 (Diamonds) - 9 (Hearts), 2 (Spades), 2 (Hearts), 10 (Hearts)

Wethern:  Queen (hearts) - 5 (?), Ace (Hearts), 2 (Diamonds), J (Hearts)

Sol: 8 (Hearts) - 8 (Spades), 7 (Diamonds), 7 (Hearts), 4 (Spades)

Used the same card generator. ))

Ensign S'zurak

Tactical Officer

Starbase 118 Ops

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