Cheers to That!

Posted on Mon Jun 22nd, 2020 @ 3:15am by Lieutenant Commander Mindo & Lieutenant Tyson Brookes
Edited on on Tue Jul 7th, 2020 @ 2:29pm

Mission: Divided We Fall
Location: The Pandora Bar
Timeline: Current

A Mission Post by Lieutenant JG Tyson Brookes & Lieutenant Mindo
Mission: Divided We Fall
Location: The Pandora Bar
Timeline: Current
Fri Mar 23rd, 2018 @ 1:04pm

Pandora's Box

Walking down the main concourse of the Pandora entertainment complex Brookes was impressed. The whole place had seemed like a shopping mall, similar to the one he worked at back in California at the Galleria Mall. “Probably closed down by now.” He muttered to his self.

Just then he noticed that there was an entranceway to a lavish looking bar or club. “What... The filthy mcnasty? A bar. On a space vessel.” He was transfixed. “Real alcohol?” He began to walk across the concourse to the Bar.

Upon entering his pocket pager went off. The beeping and buzzing were enough to have him feel like a Doctor. It was the only thing he had wanted when he was a teen, to be a doctor with a real pager! The future was not going to take away his pager.

The pager read;

[- - Ens. Doris. . . I spilled #007-1 sample for Lt. Carter’s deloxifren testing. . . Advise. . .]

“Oh for the love of…” He then canceled the page and pocketed it. He stepped up to the Pandora bar. There was another crewman just down a few seats from Brookes.

After ordering a nice dark lager “Cold!” He turned and met a glance from the only other officer in the room. “Is a bar standard on every spaceship?” He had asked.

The officer sat high on a stool, his legs dangling nearly two feet from the ground. Mindo turned to see his new bar buddy and remarked, "There should be. This place is Pandora's Box, bar, restaurant, get-together." He held out his hand. "I'm Mindo, Chief Engineer of this fine flying female. I don't believe we've met."

"Tyson." Brookes extended his right hand pronounced. "Seems like a place... where everybody knows your name." He lifted his German stout mug of froth and let his eyes close, his throat chugging down at least 1/4 the mug to begin.

Mindo shook his hand, though he missed the reference. "Good to meet you. How long have you been here? Did you arrive on the Palatine?"

"Arrived not too long ago. The USS Pandora is a really great vessel." He lifted his stout mug to Mindo. "Cheers to meeting fellow crew mates of the Pandora." He smiled.

"Cheers," said Mindo.

"So tell me." Tyson swallowed the dark suds down. "What is it like being on the Pandora? What is so different from other Star Ships. I am not from this time. I am from old Earth. I used to believe there was no such thing as humanoid life out there..."

"You're not the only one out of his time here," said Mindo. "Our Chief of Security is also not from this time. As for life on the Pandora, things are always interesting. There's never a dull moment here."

"I am glad to be here. There is so much I can learn from serving this Federation. It is real chill Mindo." He nodded casually. "Where are you from? Your home world, or were you born on Earth as well?" Tyson asked curiously popping a few of the peanuts he had ordered into a dish to sit on the bar table.

Mindo finished taking a drink of his beverage and nodded. "I'm a Fesarian from Fesaria," he said. "I come from the continent Eloi, which is located in the northern hemisphere of our prime planet. But I never quite fit in there. I came to Starfleet at a young age. Fesarians mature faster than most races, though our appearance hardly ever changes. We also have longer life spans. Some of us get to be around two hundred years old!" He took another drink, finishing his mug and setting it on the table. "Barkeep, another pint of Bourbon please."

“Fesarians are a fascinating species.” He eyed Mindo. The Engineer could not have looked much more than 20 years old. “ Taking a few of the peanuts and pausing in between his chewing he shook his head.

“Your people live for two hundred years. You are similar to ages of Vulcans?” Brookes had asked. “How long have you been with the Federation?” He wondered. If Tyson was a Lt. JG. Then Mindo indeed must not be too old he deduced for a Fesarian.

"Well, I'm twenty-five, which is well past the age of adulthood on my planet. Our appearances age very slowly, so to a lot of people, we look almost like kids. You have to get up close to see the difference," said Mindo.

“That is sad that you left your world. You had felt different?” He took a drink of the beer. His eyes watched as Mindo polished off what was a fantastic looking bottle of Bourbon.

“Back in Engineering you had better watch your alcohol breath, might ignite near an EPS conduit.” He shook his head confused at the man's ability to drink so much alcohol… And on the job too!

“How do you pack it all in Mindo. You Metabolism, I have to study this further your capacity…” He was so inspired, yet jealous. Brookes was amazed at the man who looked no older than 20, here was polishing off some high octane.

Mindo smirked. "Fesarians don't get drunk the way other races do. Our bodies process alcohol in a different way. We start drinking around the age of puberty, when our libidos begin to develop. Our sex drive remains very active until the day we die. Many Fesarians find it easier to control these urges using a heavy amount of alcohol to dull the senses a bit. So while I should be either passed out or dead right now, I'm actually very sober."

"Thats... No." Tyson shook his head. "Your liver..." He remembered learning some Fesarian physiology back at Federation Medical sciences.. "Must be a tank!" Tyson watched as Mindo held a composed stature. If that was him he would be having a hard time by that point sitting on the bar seat, his head swimming from the generous bottle of bourbon.

"Just don't be surprised some day when I ask to complete a federation assay on you." He smiled and took a drink of the dark beer suds. He then let out a quiet burp, stifled under his hand. "You seem a very friendly guy, is there many ladies on board that you have met or do Fesarians... I am not sure?"

Mindo took another drink and smiled slightly. "I've had bad luck with getting into trouble as of late. I'm afraid my bed has been a lonely one after a few encounters with a couple of jealous boyfriends. Since then, I haven't been the most popular person on the ship." He popped a peanut into his mouth. "What about you? Any special someone?"

He coaxed himself to accept the third refill of his cold mug of lager... Mindo was interesting, in a good way. He was fun to talk to. Tyson shook his head at the question. "Personne de spécial pour moi."

"I'm sorry, Doc, I don't speak Russian," Mindo replied, wondering if his new friend was speaking in tongues or merely incredibly drunk. Hopefully both, Mindo thought. He could use an exciting evening.

"None. Nadda." He toyed with his drink. "Back on Earth, damn, it was too easy. It was fine. It's now, someheres your different. Your life upside down," He looked around the bar. "This must be how you feel. Like an outsider. Your finding yourself, or you have..." He looked at Mindo. "Have you found yourself, your specialty in starfleet, what makes you?" Tyson felt relaxed to talk. "I dunno, heavy stuff. But it needs to be answered for my part." He offered and tipped his mug of gold.

"I don't know about finding yourself," said Mindo. "It seems like every time I find myself, it's in a lot of trouble."


Tyson laughed. He actually spit some of his beer out. He was starting to feel the effect of the alcohol, after a few beers even though it was only 6.1% "What Mindo is the top 5 things you miss from Fesaria?"

Mindo thought for a moment. "The alcohol, the beautiful landscapes, free sex, paid sex, and 'Do you want sex with that?'"

Tyson managed a stare, that is "alot of sex then! Like a whole lot. A planet. Of alcohol and vista. And you had said you didn't feel at home and left this planet?" He raised a brow.

Mindo shrugged. "I wanted more," he said. "I didn't want to stay on Fesaria and only do Fesarian things. I was always a wanderer. I had friends, sure, but they didn't see things like I did. My province was what you might call a conservative one. We weren't forward thinkers. It was boring! When I told someone about wanting to leave I got laughed at. Ridiculed. Why would I stay and endure that? Other Fesarians had discovered flight, warp, other planets. But my people were content to stay in their own little corner of the world, doing the same things over and over. The first time I tasted Romulan Ale I had moved to the southern province Gorgea, where the first Fesarian space ship had been built. I realized then that there was more out there that I hadn't even dreamed of. I read about the Federation and Starfleet, and I knew that that's where I wanted to be. I left my school after less than a year spent there and made my way to the Academy. I haven't looked back since."

Mindo and the story of his childhood were intriguing. He had gone through a lot and took a lot of guts doing what he had, ignoring the popular opinions of his people. Mindo had become an anti-centrist of his planets societal norms.

“That took a lot of guts,” Tyson admitted. “The Fesarians sound like a passionate bunch of people and culture.” He added.

"Quite," replied Mindo. "What about you? What's your story?"

Tyson shook his head, "oh a lil of this, and a little o that." He finished his drinking for the night, he was done like a roast. He had wanted to reference the crewmember Cailus Griffin, but he didn't. Patient - Doctor confidentiality thing, which was there for a reason.

"Woke up a few hundred years, cryogenesis stasis on Earth. Here now serving, exploring." He then realized the time on his Seiko G757. "I think I'm going to check in to the medical bay before I check in. "Decent talk Mindo.." Tyson smiled.

Mindo wondered why the doc was being so cryptic, but he decided to leave it be. "Sure, uh, you going to be able to do that?"

"I appreciate I do." He gave Mindo a hand to shake. "I should be fine. Can't wear down the energizer, for a site to site from the Pandora's Box can we."

"Given our recent history with the transporters... bad idea," said Mindo, recalling the incident on Salvaxe just a week prior.

"Next time I will call on you in Engineering, and well Choose something to do on the holodeck!" Brookes stated as matter factly.

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