“My brakes never worked to begin with, so cheers lass.” he said and downed his glass. He slid the shot glass to the side and said “Appreciate the familial libations, but I’m gonna have to stick with my whiskey. Bad memories from an Academy night right after I got my first posting. Things happened. Academy Security was involved. And that’s a bar I’m not allowed back to.” He cast a glance at the back of his right hand and smiled, and then he poured a glass form his bottle and said “But I will say… that is some good tequila.”

Sinclair, CNS

“See, there is another story I need to hear sometime.” Izzy said, finishing off her own tequila and setting down the glass.

“Sounds a bit like my graduation ball, only with less rum, shuttle ‘commandeering’, and air traffic control violations.... not that they ever caught up with me” she said, with a slightly smug little smile. She picked up her larger tumbler from the table and waggled it from side to side to indicate it’s emptiness.

“When in Scotland....”

Izzy Gonzales - Helm Officer and part time pirate

”… Beware of the drink.” Royal finished and filled her glass and then set the bottle on the table between them. “Ok, I’ll go first… although I don’t think my story will be quite as spectacular as yours.” and he took a drink and leaned back. “My class had just received our duty assignments. Most of us were sent to the Academy ships, nothing unusual. So me and the rest of the folks from the Security section went to a bar in town about four blocks from the Academy. The Tannery. You know it?”

“So anyway, we go there to celebrate. I just got orders to the Challenger, and I was actually pretty excited. Their Security Chief was someone I knew was pretty good and I was stoked to be learning from her. So as we are sitting there drinking and celebrating, a group of Engineers come in and set up camp next to us. One of them hears me mention the Challenger, and then starts making these cracks under his breath about her. I let it slide until I heard ‘garbage skow’. I asked him if he wanted to back that statement up outside. He said no and then tried to sucker punch me… so I broke his jaw.” he said nonchalantly. Taking another drink and filling his glass form the now empty bottle, he scowled and reached in the drawer and produced a fresh bottle, uncorked it, and set it down.

“Well, I busted my hand on his friend’s head when that guy tried to help his buddy. By now, I was only a few hours from my shuttle to the ship and Shore Patrol showed up. Guy with his jaw and guy with the concussion got sent to the Academy infirmary, and I got chewed out by a full Lieutenant and given orders to report to my new DH with a busted hand and a written account of the bar fight. Needless to say, it was not only my first official check in, but my most embarrassing as well.” and he laughed. “But it worked out. When she left the Challenger, I was made Security Chief, so there’s that.”

Sinclair, Former Security Chief now Counselor

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“Sounds like my kinda night out, although I tend to punch softer bits than faces, easier on the wrists and fingers in the long run Chulo” She said, laughing hard enough to cause ripples in the amber liquid of her drink.

“My story involves graduation, an off campus masquerade ball, and an inordinate amount alcohol. Fairly similar to yours so far except that when we missed the transport back, ‘someone’ had the bright idea to hire our own shuttle and fly everyone back in time to make their connecting flights to family homes or whatever.” She paused, letting him picture the scene of a bunch of inebriated cadets in black tie and ball gowns, stuck at the wrong end of town as morning broke.

“So, the only place we could find that was open and willing to rent was this dodgy back alley place. We end up with this old open topped tourist bus type shuttle, probably been around longer than the federation and smelling like it too. We jump in and set off, yours truly at the helm as the most sober and obviously the most qualified. So I’m trying to fly this thing, and let me tell you, the Saracen has a better turning circle than this scow, and we’re bumping along, barely above street level, let alone in the established flight lanes, the altitude thrusters cutting out or firing randomly, bouncing us all about.....” she paused and her expression turned into a grimace.

“..... well you can imagine the effect that had on some of the folks in the back and that certainly didn’t improve the smell of the rust bucket! Next thing I know, we’ve got flashing lights coming up behind us, we’re being pulled over. Well. I wasn’t having my friends miss their flights home, so I punch it and dive for street level, everyone screaming, gowns flying in the wind, shoes and bags going overboard as I make zig zag turns to shake em off,” Izzy illustrated with one hand how she’d dived and turned, the other hand showing how the traffic control ship had tried to chase.

“I finally lost ‘em by threading the trees in the park, headed out over water and then bumped up into the academy grounds from the seaward side, executing a perfect landing on the lawn. We all scattered and everyone else woke up next morning to find this beat up old wreck, covered in vomit, sequins, feathers, and god knows what else, parked straight in the middle of the grounds.”

She shook her head, “I’ve still no idea how we got away with that one, I shipped out as quick as I could and didn’t dare even go planetside again until I had to go back to attend the ATT course.”

Izzy Gonzales. - Helm Officer

Royal lifted his glass and said “To getting away with it, however we managed to.” and smiled.

“So what do you do for fun, Izzy? Other than hang out in the Counselor’s office getting drunk?”

Sinclair, CNS

Izzy tilted her own glass in salute, “To the first, and only, flight of the ‘vomit comet’”

“Fun? I play a mean game of Parrises squares,” she looked Sinclair up and down, taking in the broad shoulders and muscular physic.

“You look like you’d be pretty useful on the court yourself, play much?”

Izzy Gonzales - Helm Officer

Sinclair shook his head and laughed. “Nope. Rugby. Real sport.” and he lifted the glass to his lips. After his drink, he said “I was offered a pro spot, actually. Screwed up and chose all the glory in this place, instead.” and he gestured around the room with his glass and chuckled.

Sinclair, CNS