Getting off the shipyards

Posted on Tue Aug 12th, 2014 @ 3:31am by Lieutenant Commander Rotek & Vlimar PontBrillant

1,191 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: In the Dark
Location: Shipyards Qu'vat

-=- PontBrillant's temporary quarters -=-

As Vlimar entered the temporary quarters, carrying his duffle bag on his left hand, while reading his assignment orders on the PADD on his right hand, a feeling is disgust came to his mind. After all, Vlimar was coming back from early retirement, time passed in his cozy vineyard, where the only worry was to know if the wine would be tolerable, good or fantastic. But, somehow, this entire time, seasons after seasons, harvest after harvest, he felt more bored, more wondering. Wondering of his life if he decided not to retire, bored out of his mind of the lack of action.

After all, those who knew Vlimar knew that he burned many bridges, and had issues with pretty much anyone that would end up as his superiors. From his times with the now-defunct Starfleet Secret Services, to his various senior officer postings, he always managed to keep it interesting to himself and his fellow officers. Keep it fun. So, once retirement was taken, the sounds of grasshoppers and birds barely made up for the multiple dogfights and infiltrations he managed over the years.

Again, as he entered his quarters, he was brought back to the down-to-earth, real issues of the Federation. Actually, when during a casual discussion with a close friend of his, a retired Rear-Admiral who was still doing the odd contractual work for the organization, he was put aware of all the issues of the recent months. Naturally, he couldn't help but feel compelled to help. A few days later, he was at Starfleet Academy requalifying in mostly everything. Today, he is entering the temporary quarters, awaiting the USS Vindicator where he was assigned to help, he dropped his duffle bag on the floor at the base of the single bed, in a very dark, musty room. He slowly pushed the base of the bed to see if it would hold up. As he observed the bed shake side to side, he shook his head, throwing his padd on the said-bed.

After a few seconds, Vlimar, still wearing his travel clothes which were closer to a Section 31 uniform than a Starfleet one, turned and exited his quarters. He looked around and, even if his Klingon dialect was rusty, he was still able to follow the signs to the nearest bar. As he located the bar, he could smell the sweat and the musty odours emanating from the premises. He could also hear roars of laughter coming from the place. Vlimar smiled and entered the bar.

Rotek sighed as he elbowed his way out of the bar. He was annoyed. Annoyed at himself for thinking a visit to the bar would help him relax before bed, and with the patrons of the bar, who were a bit too boisterous for his tastes. Running into something solid, he stumbled, and caught his hip on the side of a nearby table.

Vlimar noticed the man stumbling in front of him. He noticed that, amongst the sea of Klingon, this man did not have All-Klingon blood in him. Perhaps some human, perhaps betazoid. He already reached some common ground, but origin, with the man.

"You are alright?", he asked, as he crossed him.

Rubbing his hip, Rotek replied "I think so. My hip will be bruised but I'll be ok. Sorry to run into you."

Vlimar looked at the man with a half-smile. "Sorry? You must not be from the KDF, then..", he said sarcastically...

Rolling his eyes, Rotek said, moving past the man, "I'm going to choose not to respond to that. If you'll excuse me." He wasn't in the mood to be made fun of by some random guy in a bar. He had more important things on his mind.

Vlimar shrugs. "It was a unpleasant joke, my apologies.", he replied. "Simply, we are in a KDF station and, as far as I could see, I thought I was the only Federation personnel here.", he continued.

Pausing, Rotek turned and said "I'm sorry to snap at you. I'm not in the best of moods right now." Stepping forward, he extended his hand and said "Lieutenant Rotek, soon to be Chief Medical Officer, USS Vindicator."

Vlimar smiled widely. His intuitions were not so bad after all. "Vlimar PontBrillant, Chief of Operations, Vindicator as well", he reply, shaking the hand firmly. "Awaiting to board up, as I am, I see ?", he asked.

Nodding, Rotek replied "Yes I am. To be honest I would've liked to have been dropped off somewhere else, but my previous ship was called away suddenly. I'm not exactly a fan of this type of ... establishment."

Vlimar nodded. "I must confess, I have seen worse... But this is bad...", he said. Vlimar pointed at the bar. "I am still going for a drink, care to join?", he stated.

Shaking his head, he said "I'd rather not go back in there. Could you grab me a drink and we could sit somewhere? I'm uncomfortable being around these kind of Klingons."

Vlimar smiled. "Sure, sure. I saw a lobby near here, just between the quarters area and the service area. Perhaps it would be... less crowded?", he said, sympathizing with Rotek.

Nodding, he said "Sounds good. Grab me a Risa Sunrise please. It would be nice to just sit and relax."

Vlimar nodded and headed for the bar.

-=- Minutes later -=-

Vlimar, looking around in the lobby for Rotek with two glasses in his hand, both Risa Sunrises. He noticed Rotek and approaches.

"There you go.", he said, putting the glass next to Rotek. "I don't know how it'll take, the bartender wasn't the most... happy of persons..."

Nodding in thanks, Rotek sipped his drink and said "Thanks for the drink, and yes, he did seem rather surly." Pausing, he added "So do you know when the Vindicator is supposed to arrive? I'm eager to get settled in somewhere permanent. These Klingon beds also leave a lot to be desired."

Vlimar shrugged. "As far as I know, and believe me that I know very little, they are supposed to be here in the next 48h. Then, the ship will be off limits for a few hours for quarantine, then, we should be good to go...", Vlimar replied to the question. He took a small sip of his drink.

Sipping his drink, Rotek replied "I look forward to settling in." Pausing, he sighed and said "I'm sorry I'm not the best drinking companion. I've got a lot on my mind. I look forward to getting to know you better though Commander."

Vlimar nodded. "I understand.", he said. He smiled to Rotek and stood. "I have a few things to get organized anyways.", he added. Vlimar then extended his mug towards Rotek and said: "To the Vindicator.", he said, firmly.

Clinking his mug against Vilmar's he said "To the Vindicator." After downing both their drinks, they separated, en route to their respective quarters.

=/\=End Log=/\=
Lieutenant Rotek
Chief Medical Officer
USS Vindicator

Commander Vilmar PontBrilliant
Chief Operations Officer
USS Vindicator

((You can end it, just say that Vlimar walked away, towards the guest quarters))

 

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