It hadn’t taken Joe long to get what things he considered to be important together and get moving. He had turned all the legal things to run the bar over to Ramona James his ‘barman.’ She was smart, intelligent and if anyone decided on causing trouble, she was also proficient in three different types of hand-to-hand combat. He had trusted her before, so he had no qualms about trusting her with his bar forever how long it took for him to make it back if he decided to.

By the time Joe had packed he soon found out that just his important things were more than he had though. As it turned out it was precisely three duffel bags with the third nearly bursting. He lugged the whole thing to the station’s transporter station and showed them his paperwork to board the Merrimac. As he was finding himself in the gut-wrenching throes of being put back together as it were on the Merrimac’s transported pad, he felt as though his back was broken. After finally being whole again he screeched a bit at the realization of how heavy those duffels were.

Joe had to rest a bit before heading to his quarters which blessedly weren’t too far away. Once in his quarters he thought that the best thing to do would be to go to sick bay. He may need some of Miri’s services. He was. sure, that that cursed transporter had done something to his back Although it hadn’t Joe was being a bit vain about admitting that age was catching up to him. He soon got to sickbay and entered the place looking around with a scowl l on his face and a hand holding his back.

Joe Milligan