Liquid Courage

Posted on Mon Mar 22nd, 2010 @ 2:37am by Walter Jones

698 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Interlude SB-611
Location: sb-611

Walter Jones stepped out of the airlock and onto the promenade of the starbase, compared to the last time that he was here it was relatively quiet. Only a few people where moving about and most of them where starfleet personal making repairs and going about their duty shifts.

Jones slowly headed down towards one of the seeder parts of the station and found a bar. Moving in he sat down on one of the bar and ordered a shot.

"So what happened around here? Kind of reminds me of a tomb" Jones shifted on the barstool, trying to make himself comfortable, the ugly bartender tossed a green looking drink down on the bar.

"The damn lizards came and murdered a bunch of people. That will be 4 slips" Jones tossed a few pieces down onto the counter and in one swift motion downed the slimy looking liquid in the glass. "I had 4 of them in my bar here, me and some of the regulars beat the hell out of them and then barricaded ourselves so that the others couldn't get in, god help them if they had though, oohh they wouldn't of walked out of here.." He pointed up on the wall above the drinks at a Gorn Skull that now adorned the "hero's of Rusty's bar" wall. "Heh, never seen a group of drunks move so fast in my life.

Jones looked up and the Gorn head on the wall, even though it was just a skull, it was still intimidating. "Is Crawford still in charge? I noticed I didn't get too harassed in the docking procedures." Jones looked at the empty glass and motioned for another shot.

"Naw, the lizzies snuffed her out during the occupation of the base, they took prisoners and she threw herself in front of a phaser or something heroic like that, I'm sure they'll will be something named for her on the station at some point. Figures, you wear a fleet uniform, and do something that the rest of the galaxy would think to be a stupid decision and you get a bench named after you." The bartender dropped two shots down on the counter and held it up to Jones. "To the stupidty of fleet officers huh?"

Not arguing with a free shot he took it clinked the glass and downed it. "Well is she isn't in charge who is? DeVuor?"

"Naw, some guy, Quinn I think his name is? Meh one fleeter is the same as the next. From the rumors, he was engaged to the former CO, probably a little brooding, ehh what do I know. You want another shot?" Half asking half pouring another, the bartender poured two more out on the counter.

Jones picked up this one and nursed it. This place was a revolving door on commanding officers, though it was a shame what happened to Crawford, she actually was one of the nicer fleeters he had met.

"So what are you doing around here stranger? Here for the sights?" The bartender looked at Jones.

"I filled a contract with the fleet and here to pick up my paycheck then head out to Klingon space." Jones took another sip of his shot. "I honestly didn't think I'd come back here but when ya get a job sometimes you can't pass it up."

"I hear that." Rusty moved back over to the wall of bottles, Jones was the only one in there save for a Naussican who was face down in a puddle of his own vomit, or what looked to be vomit at least so Rusty was paying him the most attention. "I got the opportunity to open up this place. It was here or work a dilithium mine on some god forsaken moon, I think I made the right choice."

Jones finished off his drink and sat the glass down on the counter. "I think so too, well wish me luck, I've got to go and meet this new commanding officer, he owes me and my crew a lot of money." Jones threw a few more slips down on the bar and headed up to ops to meet this new Commanding Officer.

 

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