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CNS Office - Gonzales checks in for a surprise

Posted Aug. 27, 2019, 11 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Lieutenant Isabella “Speedy” Gonzales (Bridge Officer Helm/Ops) in CNS Office - Gonzales checks in for a surprise

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Royal Sinclair (Counselor) in CNS Office - Gonzales checks in for a surprise

Posted by Lieutenant Isabella “Speedy” Gonzales (Bridge Officer Helm/Ops) in CNS Office - Gonzales checks in for a surprise
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“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

OOC: Correcting Typo

“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

Izzy laughed out loud, “Real sport huh? Tell you what, let me go fetch my ion mallet and give you a taste, then we’ll see if you’re still in a condition to back that statement up hun!” She continued to chuckle, taking another sip of her drink.

“Still, professional egg chasing’s loss is our gain eh? A toast then, to fortune and glory!” She raised her glass towards him.

“So besides cuddling 29 other guys in the mud at the weekends, what do YOU do for fun around here?”

Izzy Gonzales - Helm Officer

Bumpey Bump Bump

Sinclair laughed and took a long drink and then refilled his glass. “I dunno about ‘our gain’, but it sure is a great deal different than I thought my life would be when I was a kid.” and he took another drink. “And as far as fun? Well… let’s just say ‘I drink and I know things.’” and he laughed out loud.

Sinclair, CNS

“Sounds like an interesting job description, maybe I can apply, I have at least half of the required experience.” Izzy said, taking another drink from her glass.

“ ‘scuse me for one moment” she said, getting to her feet slightly carefully as the whiskey kicked in. She unzipped her uniform jacket and slipped out of it, tossing it carelessly over a chair, quickly followed by the turtleneck undershirt, leaving her in a black vest top. She settled back down in her chair and took up her glass again.

“Sorry, I find those things get really itchy around the neck, makes me wish for my flight-suit back, lots of useful pockets and no neckline attempting to garrotte me all the time.”

She rubbed her hand across the back of her neck and rolled her head, letting out a small groan.

“Oooooh that feels better.”

Izzy Gonzales - Helm Officer

Sinclair cocked an eyebrow and said “Well, this is a comfortable place, I guess.” and he chuckled. “So… how long you been an adrenaline junky?” he asked flatly, as if it was just an ordinary ‘Vanilla or choclate’ kind of question.

Sinclair, CNS

From her relaxed position, Izzy responded with a raised eyebrow of her own that would have done a Vulcan proud.

“Does drinking with a counsellor count as an extreme sport?” She asked rhetorically, lifting her glass in mock salute.

“I did my share of ‘crazy’ growing up, sure. Flying for me is different though and kinda hard to explain, almost like it’s my natural state of being ya know? Like how an Eagle is all ungainly bobbing around on the floor? That’s me trying to deal with the stuff that isn’t flying, flying is easy.” She said, starting to wax a bit lyrical as the whiskey did it’s work.

“I guess you could say, ‘I drink and I fly things’”

Izzy Gonzales - Helm Officer

Sinclair smiled and silently took a drink of his whiskey. “Here’s to knowing and flying, then.” and he drained his glass and reached for the bottle. Filling the glass, he rolled his shoulders forward and back a bit and then said “Screw it.” and stood up and took off his duty jacket. Underneath was a kind of metallic white t-shirt that seemed like a second skin on the man’s more than large frame. Throwing the jacket on the floor, he glared at it a moment. “You know, I still can’t get used to the idea of wearing the blue. It just doesn’t feel… I dunno… right, somehow.”

Sinclair, CNS

Izzy smiled and took another pull from her own glass before setting to down a moment.

“So what is it? Don’t feel comfortable in yourself and your ability to do the job? Or maybe worry about how others....” she nodded at the displayed medal “.... would see you playing for ‘Team Nerd’?” She gave the blue coat a playful kick with her toe.

Izzy Gonzales - Helm Officer.... and trainee CNS?

Royal glanced back at the medal and chuckled. “My granddad, that’s his, would be really proud. He hated the idea of me being a grunt in the Corps like him. But he was always pushing me to be to more. Step outta my comfort zone.” and he looked back at Gonzales. “Yeah, I’m sure he’d be happy. And I know I can do the job, it’s just still kinda new.”

Sinclair, CNS

“Ahhh so this is what ‘out of your comfort zone’ looks like huh?” Said Izzy, with just a trace of a smirk on her face. She waved her glass to take in the comfortable chairs, nicely decorated office, and fine bottle of whiskey.

“Oh yeah, it’s a white knuckle ride for sure, perhaps you should go back to ducking grenades for a living, wouldn’t want things to get too exciting, by golly.” Izzy’s wide grin was visible over the rim of her glass as she enjoyed ribbing the Counsellor.

Izzy Gonzales - Helm Officers

“Never had to duck any grenades, actually. I was Ship Security before I got shanghaied into this role. But… it does keep me on my toes. You never know what kind of mood someone is in when they come through the door. And let me tell you, you don’t know white knuckle until you are doing a psych eval on a Telleraite Admiral’s kid coming outta the Academy.” and he laughed.

Sinclair, CNS


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