Dabo!

Posted on Fri Jan 19th, 2024 @ 8:51pm by Captain Michael Intermeezo

Mission: Deep Space Nine
Location: Deep Space Nine
Timeline: Present

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{Main Promenade, DS9}

Michael left Colonel Kira’s office feeling a bit more relaxed than he had felt when he entered. It was always a pleasure seeing the Bajoran commanding officer of DS9, and it hadn’t actually been that long since the Chuck Norris had been docked at the former Cardassian station. Fate, it seemed, kept bringing them together.

The man looked around the promenade and found it hard to choose where to eat lunch. There was a Bolian burger bar, an Andorian noodle restaurant, and Tellarite taco shack. In the end he decided on Quark’s Bar.

As he neared the entrance of the bar, he could hear the spinning of the Dabo tables, and the accompanying cheers or boos of the patrons. He walked in and took a seat at one of the tables near the bar. It was busy, and he was glad to find a seat at all.

“Ektarian fizz, keep the ice.” He placed his order to one of the many Ferengi waiters working at the bar. The Ferengi bowed his head and quickly returned with the peach coloured beverage. Michael pressed his thumb on the payment padd and the Ferengi moved away, ready to serve his next customer.

Michael sipped on the spicy drink, taking in all the sights and sounds of Quark’s. “That’s a hard drink to swallow.” A familiar voice laughed behind him.

Michael spun around and saw an old friend standing before him. “Commander Bashir.” he got to his feet and shook the man’s hand.

“Please, Captain. I much prefer going by Doctor, rather than my Starfleet rank, you know that.”

“Of course, my apologies, Doctor.” Michael motioned towards the empty chair at the table. “Will you join me?”

Bashir nodded towards one of the Ferengi waiters, “I’ll have my usual, Faleck.” before taking a seat at the table.

The Ferengi worked quickly, and Bashir’s usual drink arrived. Michael wasn’t entirely sure what it was, but it was purple with shimmering flecks of yellow. “How are things?” He spoke, breaking his stare towards the mystery substance, “Do I have much to catch up on?”

Bashir sipped his drink and grinned like a Cheshire cat. “You don’t know the half of it.”


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Captain Michael Intermeezo
Commanding Officer
USS Chuck Norris, NCC-4005