In Need of a drink

Posted on Sat May 16, 2020 @ 10:44pm by Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit & Lieutenant Commander Miguel Torres

917 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Nibiru
Location: Bar

The two Starfleet officers enter through the door and find themselves in a smoke-filled cantina. The murky, moldy den is filled with a startling array of weird and exotic alien creatures and monsters at the long metallic bar. At first the sight is horrifying. One-eyed, thousand-eyed, slimy, furry, scaly, tentacled, and clawed creatures huddle over drinks. There was even a live band playing... Torres wasn't sure what they were playing, but at least it had a catchy beat. He spotted an empty booth. "That looks like a good place to sit and observe things." he told her.

“Agreed. And order some drinks.. let’s try and fit in.” Kennit answered.

"So true." he said as he motioned for her to go first. He followed her to the booth and let her take a seat. After looking around and seeing there were no waitress here he leaned down and gave her a passionate kiss. When he pulled away he simply asked "Do you want anything in particular from the bar?"

“Preferably something cold..” was her only comment, though she smiled at him for a moment, stroking her fingertips over the back of his hand.

He came back a few moments later and sat next to her as he slid a drink over to her. He had no idea what it was, but it was blue and it was cold. "Hopefully this doesn't knock us on our ass." he said as he took a sip of his drink to taste. Then drank a bit more. "It'll do." he said.

Rhea was still staring at the drink he’d brought her. “It looks like blue milk. Did you bring me a glass of milk?”

"I don't know what this stuff is." he said and then took another drink. "But if it's milk, then we'll need to get it sampled for my still." he told her.

“I’ll be damned.. you aren’t brewing up blue milk on my ship.. the bacteria alone could cause all sorts of havoc with the bio neural systems..”

Miguel shook his head with a smile on his face as he looked around. He had been in a few places like this before. But he had to admit that this was probably the better looking of all the ones he had been in especially since it the look on the outside gave you a different impression of what to expect inside.

Leaning over, Rhea kissed him with a light brush of her lips to his then drew back, picked up her glass. Studied the contents a moment longer, said “If I have some weird reaction and die from this I’m coming back and haunting your ass..”.

She took a drink. Savored the taste. Swallowed it down. “Yeah..you’re not brewing up this funky shit on my ship..”

"At least it's cold and refreshing." he told her. Which was surprising to him. The thirst he had felt in just the few minutes exposed to this planet's atmosphere had caused was gone. "But don't worry I wouldn't even take some of this onto the ship." he added as he looked around and saw some of the other booths were equipped with some sort of holographic viewer. He saw some controls and pressed a control. A holo-screen not unlike the technology he was familiar with, and yet different activated in front of them. One the screen it showed some of vehicles lined up and then within moments they all took off. It was quickly obvious that it was some sort of race. "This is interesting." he said as he took her free hand in his and held it.

Leaning against his shoulder, after observing the event on the display for a moment she said. “That looks... insane. They have two propulsion units attached by cables pulling a little passenger pod. There are less insane ways to kill yourself .”

"Looks like fun." he said with a smile. "I wonder how those Anti-gravs work, they don't look like anything we use." he mused out loud. "I'd love to get my hands on one."

“Mmm” she responded with slow grunt. “I could see a benefit perhaps just in studying the tech but, We already have anti-grav systems. And that is definitely insane..” she added as one of the racing vehicles lost an engine and crashed.

"But none of our anti-gravs can do that without thrusters. I don't see any thrusters on these things." he said as he witnessed one pod purposely slam into another and force it off the track. "They're definitely aggressive drivers that's for sure."

“It’s different...” she agreed.

"Maybe it's just a guys need for speed and excitement talking." he mused as he leaned his head against hers. He was thankful for this small quiet time that they had managed to find for themselves.

“Sitting here all cozy drinking weird blue goo and watching a very odd sport isn’t going to help us get an idea about the races which make use of this space port. We should get out of here, go see what information we can learn about trade and supply here. I saw a fairly large market as we landed which was to the south of the port. Seems like as good a place to start as any..” she told him.

"Yeah obviously this bar isn't the type of place where we'd find freighter captains or smugglers... to high class." he said as he finished off what she called blue milk.



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