Brett:
 Summary: The crew of the Delphyne spend their last few hours aboard Denali as their shore leave draws to a close.

Brett:
 <<<<Resume Mission "Port of Call: Denali - Part 2">>>>

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Stares wistfully at Pacifica from the Denali station. Knowing he hasn't the time to spend down there before the Delphyne departs, he turns and heads towards the Promenade. ::

CEO_Quinn:
 :: Sits in a bar, reading up on a few of the breaking developments in warp fields while having a tasty beverage ::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Spies CEO Quinn, meanders over. He's in no rush to get where he's headed. ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::walks into the bar seeing the CEO seated and heads in his direction, also sees the Captain heading to join the CEO::

Brett:
 Action: The bartender arrives to take the orders from the three newcomers.  His eyes drift past them to the entrance and they widen.

CEO_Quinn:
 :: Looks up to see the bartender, CO, and CNS ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::takes a seat next to the CEO, he sees the bartender look past them, so he turns to see what he is looking at::

CEO_Quinn:
 Aloud: Is this and intervention? ::chuckles::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Turns to look over his shoulder at what might have startled the bartender. ::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Finally realizes that no one’s paying attention and looks to see what's happening::

Brett:
 INFO: A man stands at the entrance, his curly blonde hair in disarray.  He leans a long surfboard against the doorframe and strides towards the bar, a grin on his face.  His long shorts and open Hawaiian print shirt stand in stark contrast to the Starfleet uniforms prevailing in the tavern.

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Wonders what's so strange about a surfer, on Denali, in orbit around a planet called Pacifica::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Looks curiously at the bartender, wondering what the situation might turn into? This person did not look out of place to Mash'ev at all. ::

Brett:
 <Surfer> ::Steps up to the bar beside the three Delphynites::

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Decides to get the officer's drinks before dealing with this guy and goes to the replicator::

Brett:
 <Surfer> ::Regards the three men and grins::  All: "Sup dudes?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::sees the sufer take a seat, and then looks back at the bartender to see if he is getting his drink::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Mumbles something about his drink being empty, tipping the glass back and forth::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::grins at the man:: Surfer: Not much, how's it going

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Returns with the three men's orders and places them on the bar, then turns to the new arrival::  Surfer: What'll it be?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::reaches over and placing his hand on the CEO's drink:: CEO: I promise he will bring another one

Brett:
 <Surfer> Bartender: I want an uttaberry juice man, in a chilled glass and a straw.  And make it a tall one dig?

Brett:
 <Surfer> CNS: Oh, hey, everyting' is aire' mon.  ::Chuckles::  Just got back from Pacifica...been waitin' to surf that place since I got here ya know?

CEO_Quinn:
 :: Grins a bit at the CNS, leaving a little extra bit of latinum for the bartenders tip::

Brett:
 <Bartender>  ::Moves off, wondering if the replicator can even make that properly, yet.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Surfer: How was the surf?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::nods to the surfer:: Surfer: I haven't had a chance to to the planet yet, it was on my list  but I don't believe I have time before we depart

Brett:
 <Surfer> CO: Righteous Sir!  Man, the waves, like, were totally gnarly like ALL DAY man!  It was like the best day at Waikiki...for a week!  Sweeeet.

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Laughs at the surfers comments::

Brett:
 <Surfer> CNS: Aw, bummer sir.  If you're into surfing I reccommend it.  The travel mags are like, totally understating it...which is good, 'cause the touristas stay away you know?

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Arrives with the drink and sets it before the blonde man, before heading off to the other end of the bar.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Surfer: Ah, very good. You seem to have survived, intact. That's always a good way to surf.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Surfer: Actually, I have never been surfing.  Thought about it before, but never actually got around to it.

Brett:
 <Surfer> CO: Yeah, totally.  ::Swings one long leg up on the bar, revealing a scar from ankle to knee.  Wasn't always so, though, you know?  ::Grins::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Slips his PADD back into his pocket, finally coming to realize that there'll be no more reading for him::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks down at the scar:: Surfer: I am assuming you wanted to keep the scar, and not have it cleaned up?

CEO_Quinn:
 Surfer: Yeah, you could have had that patched right up.

Brett:
 <Surfer> CNS: Oh you should like totally try it, sir.  Those Excelsior’s got holodecks right?  Best way to learn man, you can even program in a total hottie wahini to give you lessons.  ::Wiggles his eyebrows::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles at the surfers comments, and takes another drink::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS/CEO: I believe our surfer friend is thinking he'll attract a.. "babe" with that scar.

Brett:
 <Surfer> CNS/CEO: Well, at the time all the chicks thought it was totally rad you know?  Just never got around to getting it removed.  Besides, its a reminder not to go too far out on the edge...dig?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::nods in agreement with the CO::

Brett:
 <Surfer> ::Sips his drink and makes a face::

CEO_Quinn:
 Surfer: I would think the memory of it would be reminder enough.

CO_Mash`ev:
 Surfer: You'd make a Klingon proud with a scar like that.

Brett:
 <Surfer> CEO: Memories can play tricks on you dude.  In time, you start thinking "Maybe if I didn't cut back so hard on the pipe, I could make that turn"...but one look at the leg and you go.. "No way".

Brett:
 <Surfer> CO: No way dude sir.  Klingons don't surf.  If you get my drift.  ::Winks as if sharing a great secret::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Nods, takes a drink ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Surfer: So what do you do, besides surf I mean?

Brett:
 <Surfer> ::Drinks about half the glass in one long swallow, and then puts the glass back on the bar with a sour look on his face::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: is completely confused by that, tries to understand why a Klingon wouldn't surf - besides being undignified and un-warlike. ::

Brett:
 <Surfer> CNS: Oh, I'm in Starfleet sir.  Sorry, been on leave so I haven't changed yet.  ::Smiles::  Aside from that, I make smoothies.

Brett:
 <Surfer> ::Indicates the glass of juice::  All: You know, Quix is right, replicated Uttaberries are terrible.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Surfer: In Starfleet, are you an engineer ::smiles and looks at the CEO::

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Surprised::

CEO_Quinn:
 CNS: Engineers don't surf waves... we're too busy with warp fields, similar in concept though.

Brett:
 <Surfer> CNS: Engineer?  Aw no way, dude.  I don't have a head for makin' stuff and fixin' stuff either.  Man, that takes some real vision you know?  To look at, like, a pile of junk and make a working thing out of it.  Totally out of my depth man.

CEO_Quinn:
 Surfer: So what is it you do?

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::places his hand on the CEO:: CEO: We have a great engineer, he is always talking junk and making more junk, I mean making something work out of it ::grins::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Surfer: Perhaps a councilor of some sort?

Brett:
 ::Puts a cred chit on the bar and hops off the stool:: ALL: Great jawin' with you sirs, but I got to run.

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Grins at CNS. ::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Surfer: Oh, I bet you are a Starship captain.  You have the feel for that.

Brett:
 <Surfer> All: Turns and looks back the laughs::    Yeah, right!  No man, I'm just a science dude.  Y' guys hang loose!  ::Makes a strange symbol with one hand and picks up his board before heading out the door::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: You humor escapes me, doctor.  :: Said with a big grin on his face. ::

CEO_Quinn:
 Aloud: Science dude? Barkeep: 'Nother drink please.

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Returns and scoops up the cred chit and the 1/2 empty glass.::  All: Another round, sirs?

CO_Mash`ev:
 Bartender: Yes, please.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: Sir, it is much funnier if you hang on to my jokes, if you keep letting them escape they will never be funny

CEO_Quinn:
 Bartender: Yes.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CEO: I hope we aren't disturbing you, Quinn.  :: Sits ::

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Nods and places the glass in the recycler then begins making the three men new drinks::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::thinks about he said that and hopes the Captain doesn't catch how little sense that made::

CEO_Quinn:
 CO: Oh no, I was just relaxing.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: I heard our CMO will be leaving us soon, will we be having a new one come on board soon?

CO_Mash`ev:
 CEO: Good, good. Denali has been an excellent place for some R&R.

CEO_Quinn:
 CO: It has been good.

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Returns with the drinks::  All: So, you guys shipping out soon?

CEO_Quinn:
 ::Glances quizzically at the CNS:: CNS: The doctor is leaving?

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: Yes, I was reviewing some reports earlier.  I was surprised to see her go since she just got on board?

CO_Mash`ev:
 Bartender: Sooner than we'd like, I suspect. :: Said with a lop-sided grin ::

CEO_Quinn:
 Bartender: We are, I forget when but I'm sure we'll get paged. ::smiles::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CEO: Don't worry, I am sure we can find someone else to patch up anything you may breat

Brett:
 <Bartender> ALL: Well, glad to have you in the area.  The Gorn really worked Starfleet over.  'A course, they got it worse.  Still, wouldn't surprise me if they tried something, since we're so thin down here now.

CEO_Quinn:
 CNS: Comforting.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CEO: Hey you always have me, I can still use fix a broken bone ::said with a smile::

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Frowns::  Bartender: I see. Did you have any close-hand experiences?

Brett:
 <Bartender> All: I'm an engineer in my day job ::Grins:: You should have seen this place.  We had a Gorn cruiser STUCK in the station.

CEO_Quinn:
 Aloud: The Gorn, geez I should read something other than tech manuals sometimes.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CEO: Keep reading those tech manuals. We all rely on your expertise to make miracles happen.

Brett:
 <Bartender> ALL: There was the biggest battle since Wolf 359 out there.  It was brutal.  We lost a whole Carrier air wing off Gladius.  Almost lost her too.  75% of Denali's pilots were killed...ugly.  Real ugly.

CO_Mash`ev:
 :: Nods silently, having looked over the reports. ::

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Leans in and whispers::  The Captain's father was killed too.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks at the CO:: CO: When did you say a new CMO would be coming on board? ::said with a worried look::

CO_Mash`ev:
 Bartender: You don't say?

CEO_Quinn:
 :: A worried look comes across his face.::

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: I didn't. We'll have to rely on the crew we have for now.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::smiles:: CO: Which means me, huh?

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Shakes his head::  Yeah, she bore it well though.  I guess we all mighta been in the same boat except for that guy who was just here.  The Gorn had a super weapon, woulda knocked the whole station out in one shot.

CEO_Quinn:
 CNS: I'll take the EMH, thank you.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::looks hurt:: CEO: You would take a hologram over a real medical doctor

CEO_Quinn:
 Bartender: The surfer?

Brett:
 <Bartender> All: ::Nods:: He found a defense, ended up saving a lot of people too.

CEO_Quinn:
 CNS: A joke. Of course I'd rather have the real thing.

Brett:
 <Bartender> All: Got the Vulcan Science Legion of Honor for it.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CNS: You might have to work double-duty a bit. But you'll have the entire medical staff at your disposal, don't feel like you have to take all the responsibility by yourself.

CO_Mash`ev:
 Bartender: Really? That's quite an achievement.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CO: Oh, I wasn't worried about that, ::looks at the CEO:: the EMH ::shakes his head in dismay::

CEO_Quinn:
 Bartender: Has Starfleet released that information, never know when you'd run into a similar situation.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CEO: Perhaps you should track down that surfer and get the details from him directly?

Brett:
 <Bartender> CEO: It's available, I don't think Starfleet's signed off on it yet.  It isn't perfect.  I'll send it to your ship when I get off work here.

CEO_Quinn:
 Bartender: Thanks, I appreciate that.

Brett:
 <Bartender> CO/CEO: Yeah, you could talk to him directly I guess.  He's always down in Main Science in his office usually.

CEO_Quinn:
 All: I guess there's time enough to drop in on him.

CO_Mash`ev:
 CEO: There's plenty of time. If he has a schedule problem, contact me and I'll get it cleared up.

CEO_Quinn:
 CO: Thank you sir.

Brett:
 <Bartender> CEO: Yeah, and you might get a smoothie out of it too.  They make the best on Denali down there...I told the Lieutenant they ought to open a shop.

CEO_Quinn:
 Bartender: The closest thing I get to a Smoothie is a Daiquiri, but it has to be awful hot before that happens. :: chuckles a bit::

CNS_Llewellyn:
 CEO: Daiquiri’s are great, and so are smoothies.  I might have to join you on your visit to get a smoothie, I mean scientific data

CO_Mash`ev:
 All: Well, that should keep us busy until it's time to depart?  :: Finishes drink and stands. ::

Brett:
 <Bartender> CEO: ::Chuckles::  Well, up to you.  When you get down there though, tell Brodie to stop leaving these things.  ::Holds up the chit::  I told him he drinks for free here.  A'course, all he ever orders is the Uttaberry juice, and he hates it.  ::Shakes his head::

CEO_Quinn:
 :: Follows suit and downs the rest of his drink, and stands up, ever so ungracefully::

CEO_Quinn:
 Bartender: I'll sure and tell him.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 ::finishes his drink and stands::

Brett:
 <Bartender> CEO: Thanks.  Say, is the CSO on your ship as crazy as he is?

CO_Mash`ev:
 Bartender: Thank you, good sir.

CNS_Llewellyn:
 Bartender: Our CSO is a Vulcan, she doesn't do crazy

CEO_Quinn:
 Bartender: If a Vulcan can be crazy I've yet to see it.

Brett:
 <Bartender> ::Laughs::  Yeah, I doubt if Vulcans surf.

Brett:
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