Posted Oct. 20, 2018, 5:45 p.m. by Lieutenant Zeke Drake (Chief Medical Officer) (Mike Monte)
Posted by Ensign Cassidy Abrams (Security Officer) in Main Sim: Starbase 51, 51st street wine bar and grill (open to anyone)
Posted by Gamemaster Christopher Bennett (GMT) in Main Sim: Starbase 51, 51st street wine bar and grill (open to anyone)
Posted by Ensign Cassidy Abrams (Security Officer) in Main Sim: Starbase 51, 51st street wine bar and grill (open to anyone)
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“Im so sorry,” Cassidy replied with genuine empathy. “I hope you get an answer soon, but in my experience the Federation has a great amount of compassion for those in dire situations. I’m sure things will go in your favour.” She could only hope and she didn’t know the details of his case, but it seemed that unless there was something significant to bar an approval, Archnie would most likely get a ‘yes’ for a reply. It might have been idealistic but much of life in the Federation was just that.
Ensign Abrams, Security
“I’d think that whoever attacked you is a threat to us, as well,” Zeke said.
Archie nodded. “If I knew, click click, who they were, I would say.” He replied, taking another bit of his burger.
-GMT
“Okay…” Abrams said slowly with a nod. She was good about keeping her thoughts to herself but that detail seemed a bit odd to her. It wasn’t to say that she didn’t believe his situation was serious, just that it was… weird. An attack on a military base sounded like an internal matter, especially when it was a nameless/faceless attack. But she was only a junior officer and this was several levels above her paygrade
Ensign Abrams, Security
“This food is pretty good, ” Zeke noted, changing the subject. After all, they were here on shore leave. Not to speculate about concerns for the security of the Federation.
CMO
“It is, click click, some of the best I have had. I have been meaning to ask, what is wine?” Archie asked taking another bite of his burger.
-GMT
“It’s a beverage made from fermented fruit, usually one we call a grape, but it can be made with other fruits. Many cultures we’ve encountered have some version of it. The fermentation causes it to become alcoholic,” Cassidy replied.
Ensign Abrams, Security
Archie nodded. “Thank you.” He took the last bite of his hamburger and as he was in the middle of eating it he suddenly stopped. He stood up quickly and looked around, clearly terrified. He looked like a deer who sensed a wolf nearby.
-GMT
Abrams shifted to try and meet his gaze,” Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked before looking around observantly for any signs of danger. For a moment she was miffed that she wasn’t armed, but she was off-duty and on a starbase where she wasn’t an assigned security officer, so it wasn’t her place. At least she knew that should something happen, she had her krav maga training and many, many objects at her disposal.
Ensign Abrams, Security
Zeke was drinking a nice, tall glass of ice cold Altarian spring water. Suddenly, right in the middle of his guzzling action, he hiccoughed. The result was a spray of water that he expelled from his mouth and nose.
This covered the area immediately in front of him to the wall of the back of the counter to where he was seated.
CMO
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