Old Friends

Posted on Saturday, 30 May 2020 - 5:59pm by Commander Soral & Lieutenant JG Maximus Mackenzie

Mission: Operation: Recall
Location: USS Fontana | XO's Quarters
Timeline: 2393 - MD 13+

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Max smiled as he looked at the crew manifest of senior officers that had been provided to the new crew. He saw a name he knew too well. A man who was like a brother to him. Leaving his things in his guest quarters on the station he headed to check in with the ship.

The process was tedious and gave him a headache to rival any but he registered, got his roommate assignment, and a move in date of tomorrow. He would take two days to settle, get a medical done and have to go through counseling evals. He hated that but today he was heading to see his friend, or rather this evening he was going to see his friend.

He made his way to the XO's quarters. He wondered. Soral was a creature of habit and the odds that his code for his quarters was the same as it was on the two ships they'd served before on were good. He entered the code and grinned as the door slid open.

When he entered he'd expected a million things but not the site that greeted him. His friend, a man that was as a brother to him was on the floor surrounded by three empty bottles of...what smelled like saurian brandy an was just completing a fourth. "Soral!"

He knelt by his friend. "What has happened?"

When he entered he'd expected a million things but not the site that greeted him. His friend, a man that was as a brother to him was on the floor surrounded by three empty bottles of...what smelled like saurian brandy an was just completing a fourth. "Soral!"

He knelt by his friend. "What has happened?"

Soral looked up with unfocused eyes. He then looked at the bottle and the empty ones. "Waz ursty."

"Yeah okay." Max took the bottle out of his hand and lifted him. "What the hell man? You never drink."

"Strong abolizm."

"Not that strong. Come on." He lifted Soral placing him on the sofa."

Soral looked up at him again. "Jax."

He laughed. "Yeah. Now what the hell? Why are you drunk?"

"Redheaded...." he seemed to be focusing. "Goddess.....donlovem." His concentration on his words broke.

Max sighed. "Well we can't have that can we." He looked around finding a clean cloth. He wet it and pressed it to Soral's face. He'd know that man for years and only twice had he seen him like this. Today and years ago the night that their CO refused to help the Romualans.

"So. Redhead. Who is she."

Soral blinked. "Alex...wife."

He raised an eyebrow. He didn't know how much he could believe. Making a decision that his friend needed sleep Max helped him change and then stood by as Soral proceeded to throw up finally settling the man into bed. He shook his head as he watched Soral sleep.

"Four bottles?" He shook his head as he decided to get comfortable on the sofa. If the Vulcan got sicker he wanted to be here for his friend. Gods know Soral had been there for him so many times.

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