After Cube Rendezvous

Posted on Wed May 11th, 2016 @ 9:13pm by Captain Enalia Telvan & Commander Angelica Fairchild & Lieutenant Daln Hadren & Lieutenant Taro Ishakawa & Lieutenant Dylan Santiago

Mission: Talosian Perversions
Location: Bridge/Lounge
Timeline: After "WHAT did you do to my shuttle?"

Enalia was back on the bridge, satisfied that the mission had been completed and at least most of the team had come back. Sitting in the command chair and writing letters to the parents of Hawke and Wang, she was also contemplating awards to grant them posthumously. She'd have to wait for Angel's full report for that, but for now she could at least draft the generic templates.

Then the ensign at the Helm spoke up. "Captain, we're now at the rendezvous coordinates for the Sporano. They should be arriving in a few moments."

"Excellent," Enalia said, standing and straightening her uniform. After a few seconds the incoming transmission signal lit up on the Ops station and she pressed it herself, putting the face of a Tellarite researcher up on the main viewscreen. The Sporano was an Aerie class ship - hardly 4 decks, but it was a good research platform. "Captain Telvan, I presume. I'm Captain Lesog of the Federation Science Commission. We're here to resupply as per orders." He was gruff, but Enalia had dealt with enough Tellarites to know how much strain it was for him to not insult her or her crew. Nevermind that she knew this Captain from before she was joined.

"Please come about to our port and extend docking clamps and we'll begin the transfer. If you and your crew would care to partake of our facilities during the transfer, my crew can handle everything." Enalia offered just as politely. "Just please don't track any mud over. I just had the decks polished."

Then his demeanor broke into a smile. "Ha! You'd be so lucky. We wouldn't waste any of our mud on a wreck like that and you know it. You're just lucky we need your supplies. And I do think we'll be invading your lounge; it's been forever since any of us have had a stiff drink."

Enalia chuckled softly as she sat back down. "Then I'll see your ugly face there. Hera out." With a final nod from Captain Lesog the viewscreen reverted back to a view of the Sporano as it came about and started the docking procedure.

The viewscreen went back to the view of the ship and Hadren began tapping a few controls on his console. "They are coming around to dock, captain," he informed her. In his mind, the Helm could hold the Hera a little steadier while another ship came straight at them.

"Thank you. Please inform the resupply teams. And have a couple security teams covertly assigned to the lounge during their stay. Lesog and his crew can be... Rowdy..." Enalia added.

Daln nodded. "Aye, ma'am."

He tapped his commbadge and sent a message to the resupply teams in Ops. The second one he sent to Hernandes. She was to get three other security officers with her down to the Lounge in civilian clothing.

"Re supply personnel are standing by Captain." Ishakawa said with confidence. "All requested supplies are in the cargo bay ready for transfer.

Hernandes got the message and nodded. She went to Thorne, Ming, and Idrax and told them to go home, get into civilian attire, and get to the lounge. Idrax would pair with Jenny, and Hernandes would pair with Ming Li. Ming was a small, petite woman, but she was a black belt in mixed martial arts and could beat the shit out of men twice her size, usually more than one at a time. Idrax was a Trill with brown hair and blue eyes that Hernandes found distracting. His neck and butt were quite nice. She left before she could be distracted anymore.

When Hernandes entered the lounge, she found Ming sitting in a corner table facing the door. She was in cotton clothing that was loose but not too much, and her hair was back in a bun. Hernandes sat down, dressed in jeans, tank top and boots.

"Are they here yet?" Hernandes asked Ming, her eyes intent on the door.

The oriental woman shook her head. "Not yet. Chief says they'll be on the ship soon, though." As she finished speaking, Thorne and Idrax, both in tshirts and jeans, took seats at the opposite corner.

It was only a few more minutes before a group of six tellarites entered the lounge, all of them loudly trading insults and boasting about how much they could drink. The apparent leader called out to the barkeepers as they headed to a larger table in the middle. "Hey! A round for my filthy crew and keep the mugs full! And bring us some real food too!"

Craig Martain at the bar was shaking his head; to have such 'lively' people in the lounge is always a risk at port, but while on patrol it was a little unexpected. Though he had read up on Tellarite people and could get some good food and decent brew into their bellies that should keep them only loud and not rowdy.

Hernandes looked for a waiter, trying to keep one eye on the Tellarites. "What are you doing?" Ming asked. "We're still on duty."

Hernandes grimaced. "That just means I can't have anything alcoholic. Doesn't mean I can't have some coffee."

Ming grinned. "I have to agree with that."

Usually one for enjoying a party, Dylan stood quietly at the side of the room, watching the visitors closely, trying to suss them out and see if any of them might be a threat to the ship.

The platter of appitizers was completed and the Drinks were just being completed when Martain took the tray and his best Operations Girl tessa took the six stiens by the handles and accompanied the Lounge Manager to the table. Martain put down the platter and Tessa put a mug in front of each Tellatite.

"Welcome to our humble Lounge, please let us know if you want someting specific and we will do our best to serve." Martain offered a smile.

A mug whizzed by Martain's head, followed by a hearty bellow from one of the Tellarites. "Go serve your mother!" The other Tellarites laughed, grabbing more objects to throw in Martain's direction.

Martain stepped forward to what seemed the Tellarite Leader's Face. "You were raised in a place for animals!" Martain said. "Outside your own home you should be more polite if you want to have the better food and drink. I run a fine Lounge and you are guests, not in your own galley but 'MY' place so you might want to think about some manners!" He hoped he was doing it right, they loved to argue so he would give them one.

The Tellarite in question stared at Martain, his piggy little eyes looking for any sign that the human man actually understood what manners really were. After a long moment, the Tellarite laughed loudly and clapped Martain on the back. "More drinks for me and my friends!"

"That we can handle." Martain said and was going towarn Tessa tokeep ready to duck.

Another Latino entered the lounge, tall and dark, with a good bit of scruff on his face. He ordered two black coffees from the bar, then headed towards Santiago. Once he reached him, he smiled like he was an old friend and handed him a coffee. "Don't you know how to be inconspicuous?" he asked in a Spanish accent. He punched the other man in the arm and headed towards a table and sat down. He smiled at Santiago. "Come, have a drink with me. Right now, you're broadcasting that you are a babysitter."

"Not like I'm undercover or anything." Dylan replied with a smile as he followed the other man to the table and set down his coffee cup. "Besides I figured that by being obvious it might keep everyone in check, there are Tellarite's here you know." he chuckled as he gestured across the room to where the group of porcine humanoids stood.

The other Latino shook his head. "Chief said that we were to be inconspicuous. Usually that means don't broadcast it." The man leaned back in his chair. To the untrained eye, he was totally at ease. To other security officers and Intel officers like Dylan, he was relaxed but ready to jump up at a moment's notice.

"I don't think that they'll notice us." Dylan grinned, "They're more interested in that buffet table over there." he chuckled quietly.

The other man laughed with him, nodding.

Over at the other corners, the other teams were either antsy or relaxing too much. Jenny, in her tank top and shorts, was relaxing a little too much with a root beer float in front of her. The Trill beside her gave her an reproachful look.

"Thorne, you're supposed to be working," Idrax said. He had a simple cup of raktajino, and was stiff as a board. His eyes never left the group of porcine humanoids in the middle.

Jenny shook her head. "Jolan, you worry too much. They're not doing anything." She gave him a sideways look. "I dare you to order something with bacon."

At the other corner, Ming and Hernandes were doing exactly that: eating BLTs, bacon lettuce and tomato sandwiches. Ming said around her sandwich, "It's a shame they'd never eat bacon. It's really good."

Hernandes gave her a bacon covered grin. "That's because it's cannibalism for them," she replied before they both laughed.