[ Starbase UNITY – Main Promenade ]
Gustav was getting ready to go out for the night, it was is day off tomorrow so he decided to have some drinks at one of the many bars around the station, he also needed to relax a little after one of his engineers almost blew up the ship and finally finishing Anya's missile order, normally he would have gone out with Mimi but she was having a girly night out with some of her friends.
Inside one of the pubs at the edge of the promenade, Bren sat at the bar nursing a tall glass of beer. The glass was half-empty, similar to his current state of mind. It was also his second and he planned to order another as soon as this one was finished. He looked up to see a vaguely familiar face enter the pub and approach the bar.
Gustav walked up to the bar at the Wrench Bench and ordered a pint of vintage ale from earth called McEwans 70 shilling, a brown ale with a pleasant nutty taste and hoppy after taste.
After receiving his pint Gustav looked around the bar for any familiar faces when he saw Cmdr Bren Ohmsford sitting at the bar looking a little down, he decided to join him so approached the officer.
Bren frowned for a minute and then he remembered who it was... the Chimera's Chief Engineer, Lieutenant Kroitzer. Very talented young officer, but with a tendency to attract unfortunate accidents.
"Lieutenant Kroitzer, is it?" Bren asked him.
"Aye sir it is, may I join you?" he asked.
"Of course," Bren nodded and indicated the empty barstool next to him. "Please, take a seat. Are you enjoying your R&R so far?"
"I've found it…. Stressful" Gustav replied.
"And how are things in Chimera's engineering department?" Bren asked as he raised his glass to his lips.
"First I had to help with the Biological weapons on the way back to the station then one of my engineers almost blew up the ship and station… which was fantastic as you can imagine," he said with more than a slight hint of sarcasm although it wasn't directed at anyone.
Bren chuckled slightly, "I heard about that incident. I can imagine you wouldn't have been in Commodore Guzman's good books."
"I suppose not but I don't think he would have much to say after wards as he would be vaporised, although I did enjoy my time hull walking on the Magellan," he said truthfully.
"You did a good job on the Rapier as well," Bren commended Gustav. "If it weren't for you we might not have been able to salvage her."
"Thanks but it was a team effort Sir" he replied.
"What would an engineer be without his team, eh?" Bren said as he raised his glass to Gustav.
Gustav raised his glass to Bren's and said "Cheers".
[ Two or three hours later ]
Bren let out a raucous laugh at the joke told by one of the engineers sitting on the other side of him at the bar. The Wrench Bench was a typical hang-out for engineers and as a result the clientele were a little more colourful than one might find in other establishments on the promenade.
"That was quite funny," Bren commented, still laughing... although some part of him was sure if he was sober he probably wouldn't be laughing so hard. "Don't you think, Kroitzer?"
When Bren asked him that Gustav happened to be on the floor laughing, after he had calmed down and stood back up and sat down on his bar stool, and replied "yeh I found it quite funny".
"Klingons have a lot of redundant organs, I'm not sure about the balls though," Bren laughed a little too hard, finding himself very funny all of a sudden. "Another beer please?" he asked the barman who gave him a frown.
Just as Gustav picked up his pint he felt a push from behind him that made him spill it down himself and over the bartender, he stood up and faced the man that had pushed him, it turned out that the man in question was one of UNITY's bomber pilots trying to get to the bar.
"He's going to need another one," Bren whispered loudly to the bartender and then watched Gustav closely as he stood in front of the pilot.
"I think you owe me an apology," Gustav said to the pilot.
The man squared up to Gustav, standing at 6' 3" he was only 2 inches taller than Kroitzer but he replied "Or what shorty". Gustav smiled and looked away slightly then looked directly at him in the eye and said "Or this" then he reared his head back and accelerated it quickly towards the pilot in front of him hitting him square in to nose causing it to explode in a bloody mess.
"Whoa, that was cool!" Bren muttered, not aware that he was thinking out loud. "Oh, careful, he's coming—"
The pilot recovered himself and threw a punch at Gustav that landed on his chin dazing him for a few seconds, in that time the pilots pals joined the fight, one of them starting on Bren.
The pilot pushed Bren against the shoulder and he had to grab the bar to steady himself. A sudden rush of adrenalin filled him and he jumped off the stool. Being 6'3" himself, he towered above the shorter pilot who seem to have a momentary flicker of doubt. But a moment later - after being sized up and measured and apparently found having decidedly more body fat than muscle - the pilot's right fist neatly connected with his left eye.
Caught slightly by surprise, Bren ducked just in time to miss the second punch and rammed his left shoulder into the pilots chest, sending both of them into a table, scattering a trio of female engineers that had been trying to mind their own business.
Bren noticed the man he'd plowed into the table wasn't getting back up, so he quickly pulled himself up and grabbed at the pilot that was having a go at Gustav, pulling him off and shoving him into the bar.
As Gustav was getting himself back up the Starbases security teams arrived to break up the fight and take everyone involved to the base's brig.
[ End Log ]
Commander Bren Ohmsford
Science & Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
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Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
Science & Engineering Advisor
1st Task Force, SSF
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Lieutenant Gustav Kroitzer
Chief Engineering Officer
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C
