Crew Gone Wild

Posted on Sat Oct 26th, 2024 @ 7:30pm by Lieutenant JG Malcolm Beckett M.D. & Major Clay McEntyre III & Lieutenant Eirly Andersen & Lieutenant JG Xalanth & Civillian Dekon Lera & Civilian Tyson Miller & Civilian Killian Jones
Edited on on Sat Oct 26th, 2024 @ 7:30pm

1,685 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Shore Leave & Ship Repairs
Location: Barisa Prime
Timeline: MD 3, After Medical Gone Wild, Part 3

Xalanth had a smirk on his face as he stepped into the bar the Orion on his arm making sure eyes were drawn to her. Which was good as he wouldn't want the passive scanner discussed as part of his headdress which was currently scanning for the junk code Fulvia intel team had managed to insert into the Orion syndicate local network. If whoever was on it was close they would know. " Hello, guys how it's going?" He said to his shipmates.

"Hello there," Malcolm said with a casual nod. "Pull up a seat, or there's a big group that just went over to the Dabo wheels."

"Thank you I will." Xalanth said taking a free seat after letting his Orion companion sit first.

"I'm Malcolm, that's Eirly," he said noticing Eirly was still distracted watching the interactions at the Dabo wheel. "And Lera," he finished nodding to the Bajoran at the table.

"Nice to meet you, Malcolm. I'm Xalanth the new assistant security chief. My companion for this shore leave is Vennaa." He said gesturing to the Orion at his side who gave a warm smile.

"Nice to meet you Xalanth," Lera smiled shifting to make room for the man to sit if he wanted to.

" Nice to meet you to Lera." the red lizard replied with a warm smile.

J.R, was standing at a table, talking to the group and enjoying the vibes of the place. The bar reminded him of one from home, even the soft twang of steel guitars and deep country baritones flowing through the air. Wait... deep country baritones, he thought to himself as he heard muffled introductions and then the start of a very familiar song.

The Caitians head perked up, his ears twitched as he heard the all too familiar voice from the stage that was set up outside. "Do you hear that music? Excuse me, I need to go check on something."

"Wait up, Mack," Malcolm said grabbing his drink as he looked at Eirly. "We'll come with you."

"Coming along?" Malcolm asked Xalanth and his companion, "We were planning on checking the back out anyway."

A slight nudge from his companion made Xalanth answer with an "Of course." He said grabbing his drink.

"Not sure what got Mack all riled up, but I saw the axe throwing pit and was wanting to check it out. You up to throw a few rounds?" Malcolm asked as they walked toward the back doors.

" Sure sounds fun." Xalanth replied as he followed Mack.

Eirly finished off her drink and set it down on the table before giving Xalanth and his companion a smile, "Good to see you again, Xalanth. We're happy you could join us here."

J.R. weaved through the crowd, as fast as he could manage with his friends on his heels. Once outside he found a fairly large crowd cheering as the MC finished his introduction of the band.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, Non-Binary and Transgendered individuals, please welcome to the stage, Mr. GEORGE MCENTYRE!"

J.R stops in his steps as a fairly slender Caitian trots onto the stage, a suave smile, a wink of an eye and a beautiful guitar in his hands as he greets the crowd.

"Fuck" was all J.R could say under his breath.

"Acquaintance of yours?" Malcom asked cheerfully.

"Clay's older brother. Well, One of Two older brothers." J.R. replied to his friend and colleague.

Eirly had her arm looped through Malcolm's as they walked with J.R to the stage and she turned into Malcolm's shoulder and said to him in a normal tone because it was still loud, "Mal, I have a feeling this isn't going to end well if we keep J.R here."

Malcolm shrugged at Eirly, shifting his palms upward to indicate he didn't have any insight intp J.R.'s situation. "So, us, What's the deal with you if you don't mind me askin'? You didn't seem terribly happy to see him just now," Malcolm asked.

J.R chuckled at that. "Nah, just the shock of Three McEntyre's in the same place. It's sort of a family thing...an inside joke. Back in 2155, Josh, John and Eli McEntyre got together for one last big hoorah before John was appointed as Commander of Salem One, Eli was going off on the Delta 3 Expedition and Josiah was taking over the Yorktown development group as MACO Command. Six weeks later, Eli was declared MIA and then six months after that, John was KIA at Salem One on Berengeria VII and the rest, as they say, is history"

"Doesn't seem like the best o' luck then does it? No family get togethers or anything?" Malcolm asked.

"Yeah, I'll pass on that family reunion," Eirly commented before she realised and added to J.R, "No offense."

"None taken, but it's an old suspicion. We don't really believe it in this day in age. Better tech and all that. Though, it'd been nice for him to tell us he was here, could have gotten better spots, or backstage passes." J.R replied, playfully with a big grin.

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Xalanth had shifted away from the crowd around the stage and was in one of the lanes for axe throwing.

There was a mighty funk as the axe Xalanth tossed fudded deep into the target causing a smile to spread over his reptilian face. " Still got it." He said as he stepped back thanking his weapon mother for her training.

Tyson saw the reptilianoid hurl the axe. He was impressed by the accuracy of the throw he almost went over, but noticed the commbadge. Ugh...the lizard is Starfleet! Figures. He stepped away, not wanting to deal with anyone from that organization.

Killian was coming back with the drinks and had seen Tyson go to approach the Starfleet officer and, knowing how Tyson felt about them, went to step in and de-escalate if needed but saw him walk away instead. As much as he himself hated Starfleet, Killian wasn't going to start anything unless it was brought on by someone else, "Oi Tyson, here's your drink."

Hearing his name, the young pilot changed direction, making his way over to his new shipmate. "Thanks," he said as he took the offered beer. He took a pull on the bottle, then said, "Think I'm gonna go find another spot to drink. It's getting a bit too stiffy in here," he remarked, as he glanced over at the group of Star Fleeters.

Xalanth landed another axe into the target bringing a smile to his face. Glancing over at his companion he could see she was looking at someone from across the hall. Letting someone else take over he walked over.

His mate replied with a simple " It's him." She said gesturing to a man who looked, as the Terrans said, very weaselly and who was almost screaming at his data padd which was clearly not working. Without saying a word the two split up and moved towards the man. Fulvia reached him first. " Hey, having tech problems? "

The look of horror and anger that spread over his face was priceless as he realised he was now in a realm of sharks and he was a very small minnow. " Federation...." he screamed as he began to draw an Orion blade. His swing was clumsy; the former gladiatrix could have easily dodged the blow, but that would have put the other customers in harm's way. Using her elbow, she deflected it into the nearest table. Her free hand landed a blow on his face that sent him dealing right into the arms of Xalanth who had a pair of flexicuffs on him in moments along with a transporter beacon. With a blue flash, he was gone.

Looking over to his mate, he grinned before he noticed the cut. "You're bleeding," he said as he saw the cut running along her arm. " I've had worse.." She said looking at the cut and the clearly human blood coming from the wound. "Besides you always carry..." she added not finishing as Xalanth had already drawn the first aid kit he had on his belt.

Eirly and Malcolm were watching the concert from the edge of the crowd when they noticed Xalanth involved in some commotion. "What the bloody hell is going on over there?" Malcolm muttered as he took off toward Xalanth.

Eirly had just taken a mouthful of her drink it almost ended up back in the glass once she saw what was happening, "Come on, let's go break it up. We don't want any trouble tonight from anyone."

The fight or whatever it was, was over before Dr. Beckett had crossed the yard and Xalanth was providing first aid to the Orion woman he'd brought with him. "Is anyone else injured?" he asked.

" No, just my pride." Fulvia replied as Xalanth began wrapping a regrator along her arm.

After making sure that Malcolm was happy to deal with the injured woman, Eirly made her way over to her assistant Chief to find out what just happened, "What just happened over here? And how did your companion get injured?"

" My companion...." The lizard began before he was interrupted. " Fulvia starfleet intelligence. " His companion replied as she pulled an identity badge out of seemingly nowhere on her outfit. " Xalanth has just been helping me apprehend a target. I took the hit so his blade would hurt anyone."

Eirly nodded in understanding, "Well, once we get back on board, we can go over what just happened in further detail, if you don't mind?"

Fulvia nodded as Xalanth finished his work. " Care to show me around your quarters my eques?" She said to the lizard who smiled as he helped her to her feet.


~OFF~

Lieutenant Malcolm Beckett, M.D.
Medical Officer
USS Astrea

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Lieutenant Eirly Andersen
Chief Security/Tactical Officer
USS Astrea

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Civilian Killian Jones
(NPC - Eirly)


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Tyson Miller
Civilian Pilot
(NPC - Spello)

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Lieutenant JG Xalanth
Assistant Chief Tactical Officer
USS Astrea

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Lieutenant JG Fulvia
Intelligence Officer
USS Astrea

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Dekon Lera,
Holistic Medical Provider
USS Astrea

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