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In his quarters on Deck 3, Andriss put the finishing touches on his reception party and meet and greet. Next to the replicator where guests could refresh their drinks, he had two tables set up–one each with vegan and non-vegetarian food options from Earth, Denobula, Quo’nos, Betazed, Vulcan, and Orion–a Federation of food.

On the record player–a gift from one of his co-spouses on Denobula–September by Earth, Wind, & Fire played in the background, as would a rotation of 70s disco hits from Earth. Krex himself wore a navy blue leisure suit with wide legs and wide lapels and an orange zebra-print silk shirt that surreally matched his bright shock of orange hair.

On Denobula, his house was known for its get togethers, and Andriss looked forward to this first party on the Saracen, an informal opportunity to meet members of the crew. He perched on the edge of a low sofa and ate a soda cracker, sipping sparkling water, and waited for his guests to arrive.

-XO Andriss Krex

“Ally, where the heck are you? I’m outside the place and I got the beer. I’m all dressed up and I look like I’m about to ask the new XO on a date. You said you’d be here, what’s taking so long?” Rico stood lightly swinging a six pack of beer in one hand, leaving the fourth message for Allison on the ships comm system.

Letting out a sigh he leaned on the wall, his elbow hitting the door chime and setting off the announcement inside that the first Arrival had… arrived.

Lt Rico Vanhall, Armory

When Andriss heard the first chime, he practically leapt off the couch. Denobulans in general tend to prefer co-mingling, and had he not been preparing for the party, Andriss would have been holo-chatting with his spouses about their days–but he was just as excited, if not moreso–to meet the new crew.

He stood at the door to welcome his first guest, whom he recognized from ship’s register. He’d studied it fastidious before coming aboard.

“Lieutenant Vanhall! Welcome, welcome! Please do make yourself comfortable and help yourself to any refreshments or the replicator! It’s nice to meet you in person,” he rambled, pointing the man into the quarters.

“Thanks Commander,” Rico returned the greeting, “Likewise. I look forward to catching up with you over Phaser Certification, but that’s another conversation. I hope the Saracen has been kind to you so far, and if you ever find yourself facing that lizard of the Captains and he looks like he’s going for shenanigans, just throw a red ball. Works every time.” Rico winked and laughed. “Early tip, worth knowing.”

-XO Andriss Krex

Sheleah had just stepped off the lift and was walking quickly down the corridor when she saw the new XO’s door open. Excitedly, she quickened her pace and waved cheerily.

“Hi! Got room for one more?” she asked.

• Sheleah

“Of course, Lieutenant!” Andriss said jovially, welcoming the counselor and diplomat into the space. “Our esteemed Armory Officer, Mr. Vanhall, has just arrived as well. Can I get you a glass of Aldebaran wine, or you may help yourself to the tables or replicator!”

The door buzzed again, and again, and again.

“If you’ll excuse me, you two, just for a moment,” Andriss said to Lts. Vanhall and Ruby , attending to the door. “So sorry, I promise I’ll drop by again soon.”

“Take your time, it’s your party,” Rico grinned and turned to Sheleah in greeting.

Jhalae stepped off the lift on Deck 3 and strolled up to the door of the XO’s quarters. She’d heard, through ship chatter, that that the XO was into botany so she held a potted plant in hands. Since this was her first ship assignment, she wasn’t really sure how these types of events played out and to be safe she wore her issued Starfleet Engineering uniform. Before she rang the chime she placed her ear to the door and listened. Then after a moment, she shifted the plant under one arm, rang the chime, and followed up with a knock on the door.

Ynuchausti, Engineer

Inside, the party was getting somewhere, Andriss thought, slightly annoyed to be taken from his recent guests and the gaggle of NEs who had arrived just after them.

He opened the door to see an Orion Engineer with the black, curly he’d seen in his recent studies of the Roster.

“Ensign Ynuchausti! How kind of you to make it,” Andriss glowed, wiping sweat from his expanded forehead, his orange hair wilting a little. “Can I take that lovely specimen off your hands? It is so good to meet you.”

“Thank you Commander,” she said with a large smile and as she held out the plant to him. “It’s a Star Flower Orion: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/986994028170059866/1070840836381757440/Illicium_Orion_habit_004_edit.jpg. I hope you will think of me everytime care for it.” She thought nothing of her flirtatious comment. As an Orion it was in her nature to exhibit flirtation that hopefully the Lieutenant Commander viewed as harmless.

“How kind, Ensign!” Andriss exclaimed, taking the beautiful plant off of Jhalae’s hands and inhaling its star-shaped blooms. “What an intoxicating aroma! It will thrive in my XO’s Office in a place of honor, I assure you. I am going to place this lovely gift somewhere out of harm’s way, but do come in and mingle and enjoy the music and refreshments! I’ll be buzzing about, as one does, and please pull me aside to say hi!”

He wiped sweat from his brow and shepherded the ensign in to the building soiree, his heart so full it could burst. Was his little event a success?

Effusive hosting was definitely part of Andriss’s element, but he realized he was getting dehydrated and could use a drink–stat–but he grinned and extended his arm toward the soiree.

-XO Andriss Krex

Jhalae hurried in at the invitation and assessed who was there. No surprise she wasn’t familiar with anyone but she knew and saw Sheleah, the Counselor she never checked in with when boarding. Jhalae hurried past her hoping she wouldnt reconize her before she’d had a few drinks then bumped into the Armory Officer, “Hey you,” she said to him, “Ensign Jhalae, Engineering. Who might you be?”

Ynuchausti, Engineer

“Oh hey you,” Rico turned around and smiled in greeting another new face with a bottle of beer in one hand. Behind him a six pack of beer sat on the table, one bottle conspicuously missing from the box. “I’m Rico, the ships Armory Officer. I’m a Lieutenant or something but not tonight.” He grinned as he spoke. “I haven’t seen you around, how long have you been on board for and,” he reached behind him and grabbed a bottle, “want a drink?”

“Absolutely.” She took the drink, and sipped it as she looked around at all the action. The room was getting crowded. She loved it. So many people. “I just arrived, um…Two weeks ago. My first starship assignment. So much different than working on a Starbase.”

They had a new XO. Brenna would miss talking shop with Colter, but it was the way of things. The new XO was hosting a party, and Brenna had stopped at her quarters to change into a fresh uniform. She also had to drop her boys off, the three Siberian Huskies were well behaved but large gatherings in relitevely small spaces were not a good idea for working dogs such as Fekri, Geri, and Fenris. Though they would adore the attention, Brenna chose to leave them in her quarters. She fed them before heading out. Parties weren’t the way Brenna would choose to spend her down time, but she wasn’t adverse to social gatherings on occasion either. She left her quarters following the outside hull around toward the XO quarters. She saw another person coming out of their quarters and heading in the same direction.

“Siarram, heading for the XO’s party too?” She greeted the Andorian chief engineer, and adjusted her stride to walk along with him.

Atoded, CoS

“Unfortunately so.” The Andorian replied. His Vulcan half played heavily into his personality, and parties were not his forte. He thought them an irritating waste of time. However, he also thought it would be impolite not to show up to the new XO’s party and introduce himself, so on his way there, he was.

Seeing Brenna made it a bit more favorable to him at least, and he offered her a little smile. “I wouldn’t take you for the party going type. You like them, or just going to meet the guy?”

~ Lt Ch’Thaanaq, CE

Brenna raised a brow and smirked slightly. “I can do quite well in a variety o social situations. I am not a party going type, but sometimes they are necessary. It seems ill-advised to ignore an invite from our new executive officer. It also provides the opportunity to learn and observe in a unique situation. That is always beneficial.”

Brenna stopped infront of the door and pressed the chime.

Atoded, CoS

“And they keep coming, we might have to commandeer the corridor and next door quarters at this rate,” Rico observed and looked between the door, Andriss and Ynuchausti. “Reminds me of my Academy days.”

“Ah yes, Academy days. I almost didn’t make it because of Academy nights. Doesn’t mean I am a subpar Engineer. Just had way too much fun. I made up for it by working on the boring Starbase though.”

Andriss Krex answered the door, his navy blue suit slightly askew and his crop of orange hair unraveling. In one hand, he held a large, half-gulped mug of water.

In the background: the sound of “December, 1963” by The Four Seasons and party sounds.

“I haven’t heard this in years,” he grinned and took a drink of his beer. “I learned to play this on guitar when I was younger, I might have to see if I remember it though. What do you listen to?” The question was directed at Ynuchausti and he leaned back on the edge of the table as he spoke.

“Ah, welcome, welcome!” he chortled a little wildly, spilling a little ice water on the floor while gesturing. “Lieutenant Commander! Lieutenant! Excuse me! It’s wonderful to have you both here, I assure you.”

-XO Andriss Krex

Sheleah had been swept into the room and, being such a mall person in a growing crowd, she just went with it. Growing up she had become accustomed to such things when her parents would host gatherings, or be invited to gatherings, due to their various jobs. She had learned a fair bit about hosting them herself as a young child and teen. That had been part of the reason her father had requested her presence with him near the end of her last year at the academy.

Looking around the room she was pleased to see everybody enjoying themselves including the Orion engineer she would message about an appointment in a day or two.

• Sheleah

Andriss led a party line of NEs in a conga line to You Make Me Feel (Mighty Real) by Sylvester, sweat pouring from his brow.

“Whoo hoo! Party line! I have seen this dance before.” She said as she ran and joined them. Breaking in somewhere in the middle.

Ally had been mingling for the past hour which tended to be her specialty when off duty. Looking around the room she spied the one person she had been waiting for. Moving around the room, Ally moved up behind Rico and made a finger gun with her right hand. Placing it in the middle of his back, she wrapped her other hand around his waist and said, “don’t move. I have you surrounded. The price for your freedom is a kiss.”

Ally Scott, medical

“Sugar Honey Ice Tea,” Rico recited and straightened his back suddenly, raising his hands in surrender and to show that, aside from the bottle in his hand, he wasn’t armed. Turning his head slightly, he appeared to consider a moment.

“What if I don’t want my freedom? You may have to keep me tied up for ever,” his voice sounded tense, his eyes narrowed and he appeared to be considering options as his head swiveled to try and get Ally in view. “Can I still pay that toll anyway and have that kiss?”

Looking at Ynuchausti, he smirked slightly. “She has a finger gun in my back doesn’t she? She’s a bit of a wildcat, I may not ever escape.”

Rico Vanhall, Armorer

“Yep she does. You are doomed.” She said as she laughed.

Ynuchausti, Engineer

A large form stepped through the door right behind Atoded and Ch’Thaanaq, dressed ‘smartly’, or what passed as smartly for an out of uniform Starfleet Klingon, Do’trahk stopped and looked around. Bald head, metal eye patch attached to the skin over one eye and wearing a selection of dark leather and stiff fabrics, he reached up with one hand and seemed to stroke, maybe adjust, the short beard that was braided into multiple threads on his chin.

Spotting the new XO, the big Klingon took a few steps forward. “Commander Krex,” his voice was deep. “Welcome, this is for you.” Reaching forward, he presented the Denobulan with a bottle of Bloodwine, stamped with the same symbol that emblazoned his eye-patch, that of two crossed kut’luch daggers on a background of flames. Looking up slightly, he spotted the Count’se’lor, and raised his other hand in a wave of greeting.

Do’trahk, medical

Andriss, a little tipsy at this point and his hair fully deflated in a wiry mop around his large ridged forehead, approached the Kilngon physician and crossed his hands across his chest, taking the bottle of bloodwine in thanks.

“You honor me with your presence, Lieutenant! Qapla’!” Andriss shouted rather hoarsely. He draped his arms across the Klingon’s shoulders. “We have broiled krada legs and gagh on the buffet, of course, if it hasn’t all been gone!”

Andriss took the opportunity to scope the room around him. Counselor Sheleah was one of the first in and he hadn’t said one word since, which was quite rude! He stumbled over to her and put on his best smile.

“I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long to circumnavigate my living room to say hello again, Counselor! Already you enjoying your evening?” Andriss asked, wiping his head with a cocktail napkin. “Can I offer you anything?”

-XO Andriss Krex