Posted by Ensign Kastarak (Doctor / Counsellor) in Quarters -Attn Ensign Kastarak and crewman Sega’a-

Posted by Ensign Todd “Shocker” Applegate (Communications Officer) in Quarters -Attn Ensign Kastarak and crewman Sega’a-

Posted by Crewman Ngokav Sega’a (Yeoman / Steward) in Quarters -Attn Ensign Kastarak and crewman Sega’a-
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As the ensign sat down about 1600 in his quarters. He had asked that Ensign Kastarak comes by and helps him with things in the mess hall. He just started to get everything set up and what not. He is happy to have friends to talk to, hang out with. He was super happy.

Ensign Applegate

The door chimed, and in came Kastarak.

“Good afternoon, Mr Applegate. Are you ready?”

– Ensign/Doctor Kastarak

“Hello doctor. Yes I am.” He said

Ensign Applegate

“Very good,” replied Kastarak. “I will call Mr Sega’a and tell him we are ready to come by and help him.”

Kastarak touched the communicator, [o]Sega’a, this is Kastarak. I have rendezvoused with Mr Applegate and we are ready to come to the location that you have procured for this afternoon’s and evening’s culinary activities. Please advise.[o]

– Ensign/Dr Kastarak

Sega’a scrambled to the commpanel when he heard Kastarak’s voice, very nearly knocking his collection of pots and pans from the countertop.

[O]Hey Kastarak! I’m in the galley attached to the private mess…[O] he glanced around for the nearest entry point [O]…you can come through the main doorway. I’ll wait outside for you.[O]

— Sega’a, Chef

“Shall we Kastarak. We can take what we have here and take it with us.”

Applegate

“Let us depart,” Kastarak replied and led his colleague (and new-found friend) to the closest turbo lift.

“Deck 2”, was the order Kastarak gave to the lift.

– Ens Kastarak (dr/cns)

As the turbolift squealed to a halt at Deck Two, its doors peeled open to reveal a burly Orion man in standard reds and a tattered purple apron with mismatched patches to cover decades worth of wear and tear. He didn’t seem to mind them. In fact, there was a broad grin on his face that suggested he was excited to show off his prized possession.

“Kastarak, Todd! Always a pleasure,” he extended his arms and swung them to a nearby door, “come. I prepared drinks and a few appetizers to snack on while we cook. I hope you like artichokes.”

Sega’a bimbled to the private mess and stepped aside, gesturing for his friends to go ahead. Inside, they might notice a table set for three with Orion cutlery and dishware from his private collection. They, like his apron, showed signs of age. Sega’a appreciated antiquity and the stories it brought, but he did not mention this to Kastarak and Todd as his ‘antiques’ were as natural to him as synthesized forks and spoons might be to them. They were tools—beautiful ones, at that.

“So… before we do anything, how comfortable are you both with cooking?” He asked. “Are you more ‘give me a knife and I’ll julienne your carrots’ or ‘I prefer watching the broth so it doesn’t boil over’? No judgement, I just want to make this as enjoyable as possible for all of us.”

— Sega’a