04-21-2026, 04:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-21-2026, 04:58 PM by Ethan Diaz.)
Ethan sipped a bit of water and finished clearing his throat before acknowledging the Klingon officer. "A pleasure, Lieutenant. Looking forward to working with you."
Unlike the Jägerbomb, Ethan had definitely heard of wornagh (a classmate of his at the Academy had come off the worse from a drinking game that involved taking repeated shots of the stuff). By all accounts, it was a pretty stiff drink that you didn't pick up unless you meant it. He didn't know much about chemistry, but he figured anything that could get a Klingon wasted was bound to wreak havoc on a human's liver. He'd have to be careful with this one. While the bartender prepared three more glasses, Ethan caught his attention with a discreet gesture. "Can I get another Greenwater with that?"
"Of course, sir."
"So Mister Diaz, tell us about yourself," said Lieutenant K'Vada.
Ethan shrugged. "Not much to tell. Uh--San Francisco, Class of '26. I'm from this little backwater colony in the upper Alpha Quadrant, and I guess I didn't feel like sticking around. My uncle told me I could probably get a commission if I wanted to, so I joined up."
That was the short version. The easier version. No one needed to know he was an anchor, and the rest of it was no one's business but his--for now, anyway. Captain Brooks had probably reviewed his personnel file by now, and if he deemed it necessary to share certain facts with certain officers, then that was that. Still, the last thing he needed was for people to start viewing him as an incompetent before he even stepped on the bridge. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic, he thought to himself. After all, he'd technically earned his ring like everyone else, right?
His thoughts were interrupted by the bartender presenting another round of shots. "Here you are--three wornaghs."
== Tag Lt. [JG] Coppola and Lt. K'Vada ==
Unlike the Jägerbomb, Ethan had definitely heard of wornagh (a classmate of his at the Academy had come off the worse from a drinking game that involved taking repeated shots of the stuff). By all accounts, it was a pretty stiff drink that you didn't pick up unless you meant it. He didn't know much about chemistry, but he figured anything that could get a Klingon wasted was bound to wreak havoc on a human's liver. He'd have to be careful with this one. While the bartender prepared three more glasses, Ethan caught his attention with a discreet gesture. "Can I get another Greenwater with that?"
"Of course, sir."
"So Mister Diaz, tell us about yourself," said Lieutenant K'Vada.
Ethan shrugged. "Not much to tell. Uh--San Francisco, Class of '26. I'm from this little backwater colony in the upper Alpha Quadrant, and I guess I didn't feel like sticking around. My uncle told me I could probably get a commission if I wanted to, so I joined up."
That was the short version. The easier version. No one needed to know he was an anchor, and the rest of it was no one's business but his--for now, anyway. Captain Brooks had probably reviewed his personnel file by now, and if he deemed it necessary to share certain facts with certain officers, then that was that. Still, the last thing he needed was for people to start viewing him as an incompetent before he even stepped on the bridge. Maybe I'm just being pessimistic, he thought to himself. After all, he'd technically earned his ring like everyone else, right?
His thoughts were interrupted by the bartender presenting another round of shots. "Here you are--three wornaghs."
== Tag Lt. [JG] Coppola and Lt. K'Vada ==
