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The Cajun accent was unmistakable as Remy stepped out of the skiff and dropped some raw meat in front of the gators. He pulled the large bag out of the small boat, hit a switch on his belt, and the holographic gators disappeared from the holodeck . . . .

Santa Boudreaux (in classic Cajun style)

ALita was about to ask Draddok for a bit of his spirit of the season when Remy made his impressive entrance. By the time the gators disapeared she couldn’t hold back her laughter anymore.

“You never cease to amaze.” was all she could say.

• Alita

Remy winked and gave Alita a cock-eyed grin. “Dat is what I do, ‘Lita. I command and I amaze.”

Ahearn looked up and grinned at the entrance. When the gators disappeared, he gave Boudreaux a round of applause. Lifting up a bottle and the glass for the Skipper, he raised it high and made a gesture asking if Boudreaux wanted some.

Ahearn, CSO

Spotting the Orion/Irishman out of the corner of his eye, Remy responded by waving Draddock over. “You really ‘ave to ask, mon ami? An’ for you’ loyal service to de Wolverine, I ‘ave somethine for you. It took some searchine, but I was finally able to track down dis gift for you.”

The CO stuck his head inside the big red back for a few minutes and rummaged around. Upon exiting he had in hand a small box wrapped with a ribbon. Handing it to CSO, he simply said, “Merry Christmas.”

When Ahearn removed the ribbon and opened the box, he would see a well-worn and ancient looking 12 oz. whiskey flask, emblazoned on the front was a family crest.
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“I ‘ope I got de right Ahearn?”

Boudreaux (CO)

Ahearn looked ta the flask and then smiled broadly. “Aye, that ya did. Many thanks to you. And…” and he poured a hefty dose of the whiskey into the etched glass with Boudreaux’s name, “… a bit of the holiday spirit for ya, Captain. ” Trading the glass for the flask, Ahearn immediately picked up the open bottle and expertly filled the flask without spilling a drop. Capping it, he slid it into a back pocket and said loud enough for all to hear “Gonna have to keep a bit ‘o the water of life for myself, what with you degenerates congregating so.” and he laughed.

Ahearn, CSO

Alita walked up to Draddok and smiled.

“Well this degenerate cooked your dinner. How ‘bout some of that scary water for me?” she asked playfully.

Alita had been through quite a lot in the last year or so and was really looking forward to unwinding a bit.

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