Starbase 157 had seen better days though was much better than many that Jen had seen. Dressed in his civilian dress that was a cream colored Andorian tunic that had been mistaken on earth to be Indian in origin. Below he was in blue jeans. On an engagement near the Orion system he had been introduced to them and found them durable and comfortable. And the blue looked nice. What one would call ‘loafers’ completed the ensemble. All of these had seen wear and was very ‘lived in’. His dark blue complexion and white silken hair on his head, along with the cream tunic combined with the dim lighting of the ‘Dizzy Goat’ made his face look not unlike a large blue oblong grape. The Dizzy Goat was a small wanna be bar off the beaten path. Most ‘Fleeters’ didn’t care for it - it wasn’t classy enough for them. Or clean. Or have the range of stock that other bars had. But this Dizzy Goat didn’t serve synthehol. He liked that, even if he was only drinking a lager brewed on Mars. It was called an Ollie, short for Olympus after one of their mountains. And it was blue, which was a plus for Jen. He was on his third Ollie as he casually watched a mixed martial arts tournament. Thus far he was .. unimpressed.

However it gave him time to muse over his new assignment. After being whisked here by the USS Alamo it was classic ‘hurry up and wait’. That was something the Army and Navy had in common apparently. He picked up the pale bottle and wiggled it back and forth in his hand and determined that it was empty enough. He signaled the bartender, a skinny slip of a Bolian girl, for another. He thought her shading of blue was attractive, but he was so not into ‘that’ slim. They were between rounds now and, for a change, he turned in the chair to scan the rest of the patrons.
- Jen, XO to be