Following their arrival at Starbase 243, V’alura had only one thing on her mind: To hit up the nearest bar and enjoy the first bottle of non-replicated wine she could find. Cost be damned, which it likely will be but who cares. They were literally in the farthest known reaches of the galaxy and traveled home on the power of reality-bending protoforms and a wish. They literally wished themselves home like the Ark Angel was little ol’ Dorothy tapping her heels three time. It even felt like they were were flung through a tornado upon arrival. Lots of bruises and broken bones and a thanks to all their lucky stars no deaths. They beat Q at his game and now they can celebrate. With drinks!

V’alura thought about sending out an email chain but figured everyone’s consoles were teeming with other far more important messages. So she relied on word of mouth to send the message along. Yeomen and civilians got the word around to everyone they passed by: meet up in two days at the Starlight Bar at 2100 Starship time. Which worked out roughly 2000 Starbase time. And V’alura was buying the first round of drinks to every crewman that showed up. The Starlight Bar was a classy lounge. With black walls and floors, chromatic tables and chairs and gleaming neon blue lights. There was a giant skylight in the ceiling that revealed the starry sky above. V’alura arranged for a side room to be reserved for the Ark Angel crew and arrived first to make sure all was in order.

She wore civilian clothes. A cropped pale orange jacket with deep v-neck and high-waist white pants with a scalloped trim along the the top and pants bottoms. V’alura ordered herself a glass of Syrah and sat back to wait for the rest to arrive. They all deserve a night of fun and relaxation.