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A Quick Drink

Posted on Tue Feb 18th, 2020 @ 12:58am by Lieutenant Alexander Kolokotronis & Commander Christine Descharmes

Mission: At the Hour of Sanctification
Timeline: current


Alexander was sitting in the lounge. He was leaning over his table and had just gotten a drink. He eyed his drink and sighed. He was sipping on some Metaxa, but synthehol just wasn't the same. He waited for Lt. Cmdr. Descharmes in silence. He was looking forward to meeting with her; Alexander loved getting to know fellow officers. The Commander arrived. She stepped in the door and walked towards Alexander's table. He stood up and extended his hand. "Lieutenant Alexander Kolokotronis, Sir. Good to finally meet you."

"The Ops Chief?" she said, recalling what she read in the personnel file. Christine looked him up and down before a smile appeared. "The new one. What should I call you?" she asked as she sat in the chair across from him. "Or what do you prefer to be called?"

The Lieutenant smiled. "You can call me Alexander...Sir. And yes, the new Ops Chief. What'll you have to drink?'
He paused. Alexander turned back and grinned. " the way, what do you prefer to be called?"

Christine tilted her head, the smile still on her face. "I guess Christine will be fine," she said with a brief nod of her head. "Hmm. As for a drink, I think I'll let you pick for me. As long as it's synthehol."

Alexander grinned. "Sure thing. I'll be right back." The Lieutenant stood up and straightened his uniform. He nodded to Christine and walked to the replicator. He looked back over at her and took a deep breath. He turned to the replicator and ordered an old white wine for the Commander. He walked back over and placed the drink on the table. He took his seat and leaned forward on the table towards Christine. "So, Christine. Tell me about yourself."

"White wine? Good guess," she said after taking a sip. She leaned back and eyed the Lieutenant for a moment. She gave him a slight smirk. "That depends, I suppose on where in my life you want me to start." Christine raised an eyebrow, letting out a quiet sigh. "We could start with I grew up on Earth. France, specifically. How about you? Your name sounds..eastern European?"

The Lieutenant nodded. "Yes, I was born in Greece. I grew up in a small village, then studied at the University of Athens before Starfleet." He leaned back and paused, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a pack of Lucky Strikes. He grabbed a cigarette from the pack and lit it, holding it in his mouth. He slid the pack to the Commander, offering them to her. He waited a few seconds, letting her enjoy her drink. The Lieutenant exhaled away from her and spoke. "La France est belle, parlez-moi de votre vie là-bas."

She waved a hand to decline, raised an eyebrow simultaneously. "I didn't think it possible that someone still used those. Let's hope it doesn't set off the fire suppression systems in here, though I'm sure it's been done before," she commented, giving him a smirk. Christine played with the long stem of her glass, relaxing some more. "Your French is not bad," she grinned. She thought for a moment, taking a long sip of her drink. "Spent most of my life around Strasbourg. Left for Starfleet. And so here am I, five years later. I suppose it was mostly uneventful. And you? What did you study at university?"

"I studied Political Science and Military Studies. It was pretty uneventful, for the most part. I joined a fraternal organization. I did some work with the Hellenic Air Force while studying. After that was the Academy. I loved every minute I spent there. Well, almost every minute..." The Lieutenant paused. He eyed the Commander and gave her a soft smile, while secretly hoping he wasn't talking too much. He took a drag, ashed his cigarette, and continued.

"After that came a few Ops assignments; I have some...trophies from those campaigns." he sighed, running his hand over the scars and burns on his face. "The assignments were thrilling, however, regardless of the...bumps in the road." He smiled. He waited a few minutes, sipping his drink and enjoying the silence. He had earlier set the music of the lounge to slow freeform jazz, and it complimented the mood very well.

"My apologies, I drifted from the question." He paused again, ashed and put out his cigarette.

"That's fine," she answered with a slight tilt of her head. She took note that he drew attention, though maybe a slight bit unintentionally to the marks on his face. Christine could relate somewhat, she had her own scars from her past experiences; on her left forearm and across her back, though they were hidden and out of sight beneath the uniform she currently wore. She took another sip, then a longer one. "You mind me asking about those?"

The Lieutenant was quiet for a few seconds. "Most don't ask. It was in my most recent posting, the USS Perseus. We were en route to a Starbase for shore leave and weren't expecting anything unusual. I was at the Ops station and picked up two unfamiliar heat signatures. Two warbirds decloaked, of Klingon design. They did not respond to any hails and did not claim to be affiliated with the Klingon Empire. The Captain ordered to raise shields, and the warbirds opened fire. They hit us before we could fully raise shields, and we lost our helmsman and navigator almost immediately. Our Captain was hit and killed. The First Officer took the conn, I took the helm. The Tactical Officer was finally able to raise shields and I opened fire on the warbirds. There were only 4 officers left on the bridge by then."

He paused and sipped his drink. He glanced at it, his eyes briefly getting lost in its shine. He looked back up at the Commander and continued. "Two direct hits to the first warbird disabled it, and I focused all phaser power on the second warbird. The torpedoes systems were offline. In my rush to keep up with the opposing warbird, I overloaded the phasers. I had to wait to return fire, and the warbird hit our bridge again. Our First Officer and acting Captain were killed instantly. My console exploded in front of me, sending flames and shards of glass and metal into the right side of my face."

He paused again. "It hurt like nothing I can describe. I was hardly conscious, and couldn't see. I took to a different console and diverted the commands to it. I finally focused all phasers, now back online, onto the warbird and opened fire. The warbird was destroyed, and the other one was drifting lifeless into the void of space. There were three officers left alive on the bridge. I sent out a distress call to the nearest Federation vessels and fell unconscious almost immediately thereafter. When I woke up, I had these and a Starfleet Decoration for Gallantry." He looked up at the Commander, hoping he hadn't been too offputting. He sipped his drink and looked her in the eye.

Christine nodded along at the appropriate parts of his story. "My stories aren't as dramatic as yours have been. You've had an interesting life, it seems like." She finished off the wine, setting the empty glass back on the table and playing the long stem. "What else can you tell me?" She glanced at his hand, then back at his face. "Are you..attached?" She hadn't remembered if she had read anything along those lines in his file.

Alexander smiled. "Interesting...that's an understatement." The Lieutenant looked down at his rings. "No, no. These are my class rings, Athens and Starfleet." He looked up at Christine. "I'm a widower. My wife was killed three years ago. Initially, it was rough. Since,'s been up and down. But I've messed around a few times since then." He stirred his drink and took a long sip.

He sat back in his chair. "What about you? Are you put it..."attached?" The Lieutenant was sat up in his chair, his left hand holding his drink, his right fiddling with the golden cross around his neck. The chain was long, so when it was pulled out from under his uniform it almost reached the table.

She tilted her head and paused, thinking about the question. "Hmm. Commander Barnes," Christine said with a hint of a smile. "I'm sorry about your wife. I could recommend a visit to Counselor Veran. She needs to start doing her job. And she's a looker." She watched him fiddle with the chain. "I didn't realize Terrans still held faith in something as obscure as religion. It's the first time I've seen one."

The Lieutenant wasn't sure he'd use the word obscure to describe religion, considering Earth's history. He looked up and explained. "I grew up in a smaller village in Greece, as I mentioned. Almost everyone there is Greek Orthodox, the same goes for a lot of villages there. It really wasn't obscure at all." He stopped and sheepishly grinned. "It wasn't until the University that I met an atheist. I was sheltered, in that way." He paused. "What's Counselor Veran like?"

"Oh," Christine said and gave him a sly smile. Inwardly, she wasn't too fond of her. She was..heaven forbid... a hybrid. "I think you'd have to meet her to find out. Red hair, spots. Not hard to miss. You will need to report for an evaluation anyway." Having finished her drink, she stood and gave Alexander another smile. "Goodbye, Alexander."

Alexander stood up and gave the Commander a respectful bow. "Good to meet you, Christine. I look forward to working with you." He slowly retook his seat as he watched her leave.


Lieutenant Commander Christine Descharmes
Second Officer, USS Shanghai

Lieutenant Alexander Kolokotronis
Chief Operations Officer, USS Shanghai


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