Side Sim - Meeting in Nine Forward

Posted March 17, 2019, 4:27 p.m. by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) (Julian Pouliot)

Posted by Cadet Thomas Buckingham (Doctor) in Side Sim - Meeting in Nine Forward

Posted by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) in Side Sim - Meeting in Nine Forward

Posted by Cadet Thomas Buckingham (Doctor) in Side Sim - Meeting in Nine Forward

Posted by Cadet Rexar Omtala (Engineer) in Side Sim - Meeting in Nine Forward

Posted by Cadet Thomas Buckingham (Doctor) in Side Sim - Meeting in Nine Forward
Buckingham’s shift in Sick Bay had just finished. He strode out of Sick Bay and made his way through the Corridors. Earlier on Tom had thought about how he hadn’t done very much socializing during his time on board the Endeavor, he also recalled how Cadet Omtala had expressed an interest in meeting with him. So, Tom altered his path and made his way towards Nine-Forward. As he walked along he presses him Comm Badge =/\= Buckingham to Cadet Omtala, I’m just heading to Nine-Forward for a drink and I wondered if you would care to join me? =/\= Tom awaited his response.

Cadet Thomas Buckingham, Medical

“Alterations to the Endeavor’s ventral tractor beam emitters might assist in the repairs.” Rexar speculated under his breath as he revised for a fourth time his notation on his devised repair stratagies for the dock planetside.

Frustrated by his inability to deduce a solution. He grumbled a guttural murmur at his station and barked at the computer.

“Again Computer. Analyse and determine, with the integration of the Endeavor’s tractor beam, if the Craxus docking port could be repaired in suspension.”

As the computer began its calculations. Rexars’ commbadge chirped.

=/\= Buckingham to Cadet Omtala, I’m just heading to Nine-Forward for a drink and I wondered if you would care to join me? =/\=

He looked up from his unruly desk and shook his head in disapproval. He hadn’t time for distractions or frivolous gatherings. Staring back down at the ongoing permutations of his request, he thought onwards of his work.

An ale would taste better with a friend, and it’s about time I had one. To start.

=^=Omtala here. I’ll be there shortly Buckingham, Omtala out.=^=

He quickly then cleaned his workspace and left to arrive at Nine-Forward a few moments later. He ordered two Andorian Ales from the bar and took a seat where he would be easily seen by Tom.

Cdt. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)

Tom noticed Rexar approaching and stood up to greet him. “Rexar” He said cheerfully “I’m pleased you could make it”. Tom waited until Rexar sat down before resuming his own seat. “I was thinking about how I haven’t done much socializing during my time on board, and I know we spoke about meeting up during you physical examination, so I though, what better time than the present. How have you been finding it so far?” Tom asked in reference to Rexar’s time on board the Endeavor.

Cadet Thomas Buckingham, Medical

Drinking heavily from his frothy pint, Rexar pushed the second glass across the table to Tom as he gave a slight nod in recognition of the doctor’s arrival. As he finished the icy beverage he exclaimed aloud with a great sigh.

“Ah, Thank You” Buckingham said as he picked up the glass raised it and nodded his head before taking a swig of the beverage.

“It’s not exactly what it should be, but it’s still delicious.” He pushed the empty vessel aside and studied Tom a moment in contemplation of his query.

“I’ve worked doubles all week long and even a few night shifts. Our department has been tasked with the repairs of the docking pad, deployment of their new survey drones and we’ve been put on alert to respond to any minor alterations of our systems in an effort to avoid the possibility of interference from the planet’s exotic conditions.”

Rexar was forward over the table, manic in the rapture of his duties and the effort that was required of them. He flicked his wrist about the room rapidly as zealously declared his statement. Relenting at its end he fell back into his seat, shot a bland glance at his empty glass and took in a short breath.

“Best decision I ever made taking this post.”

Before standing to gather another round. Rexar half sitting on the chair, turned his shoulders towards the bar and twisted to face Tom.

“And you Buckingham. Is your position worthy of your merit?”

Cdt. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)

“Well,” Tom Started. “It’s a very different departure from my last line of work. But I must say that I am really enjoying. The unpredictable nature of the job makes it that much more exciting” Tom said, with a clear enthusiasm in his tone. “Did you have another vocation before joining Starfleet?” Tom asked.

Cadet Thomas Buckingham, Medical

“Excuse me, two Andorian ales for us thank you.”

Calling out to the passing server as he collected empty glasses at a nearby table. Rexar sat back into his chair to reflect on the topic Tom had put forward.

As the drinks arrived he waved a salute with the flick of his wrist. Reaching for the chilled glass he never once looked up from its blue vibrancy as he slowly shifted it towards his mouth, slipping the ale and resting the drink in his hand just in front of his face.

“Yes, I did and had I been able to I would have continued.”

Rexar threw back the rest of the liquor and left the vessel in front of him. Gathering his thoughts at the bottom of the glass he chortled quietly, sat up in his seat and cracked a cheeky grin.

“Starfleet wasn’t even in my sights until I got kicked back from my ADF application. Even still I wasn’t going to enter until my Thraan came to me while I was in hospital for injuries I sustained in an accident.”

Cdt. Rexar Omtala (Engineer)

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