EXETERRPG: (2 - 0603) Lt. JG Billy Alexander and aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze

[Timothy Callow]

Mission: Auld Lang Syne
Day:02
Stardate: 2445.12.29
 
(Risa– Suraya Bay Resort, Mysterious Room-SOPS, Lt. JG Billy Alexander and aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze - 06:03)

Heinrich did not want to get up. His head was pounding, he was exhausted, he feared what might happen if he made any movement, but he desperately needed to take a leak. When he lifted up his covers to get out of bed he noticed an ornate looking urn laying beside him. ~That’s strange,~ he thought. But the significance of waking up next to an urn never hit him in his hungover state. Instead he got up and made his way to the bathroom. 

As he groggily took one of the longest leaks of his life he heard a rapping on the door to the suite. And then a pounding. “Open up!” The voice startled him. Suddenly, sensing danger, he was awake. Looking around the bathroom he realized it was not his own. Peaking out into the bedroom he recognized it was not his own. Instead he was laying in a luxury suite Starfleet surely did not pay for. ~Well, shit.~

“Five more minutes.” Billy said as he rolled out of bed and fell onto the floor. Thud! “Umm, wait. Where the hell am I?” He looked around and saw the confused Heinrich Kruze. “Umm where the @#$% are we?”

“The hell if I know!” Heinrich loudly whispered. “Keep it down!” The people outside pounded on the door as loudly as his head was pounding. 

“We know you’re in there! Open up!”

“Ummm. Housekeeping. We’re cleaning. Do not disturb.” Billy said using a feminine voice.

~No way they buy that.~ Heinrich thought. 

“Sorry to disturb you ma’am.” Heinrich breathed a sigh of relief as he heard footsteps go down the hall. He sat on his bed and picked up the urn.

“That was close. Hey, d’you see this?”

“See what?” he asked. “And Why am I wearing a bowtie?”

He then looked at the urn. “Whose ashes are those? And whose room is this?”

“Woah, that’s too many questions at once.” He opened up the urn and looked inside. “I don’t know whose they are, but these are definitely ashes.”

“You know what this reminds me of. Did you ever watch the old 20th and 21st century entertainment company. World Wrestling Federtainment. Or was it Entertation. But there was a weird undead space wizard named the Undertake and he carried an urn like that one that stored all his gagu powers.”

“You mean that fake stuff? I’ll, uh, take your word for it.” Heinrich stared at the urn. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“One it’s not fake. It’s umm like a play, but there is only so many ways you can fake going through a table.”

“Oh, I suppose.”

“As for last night. I remember karaoke. I remember bikinis. I remember telling someone I couldn’t sleep with them because my girlfriend would kill us. And I remember finish a whole bottle of tequila by myself.”

“Well that’s… a lot more than me.” Heinrich said. “Still doesn’t explain how we got here or how I got this urn.”

“Ummm, does it have an engraving on the bottom?”

“Uh, let me see.” Heinrich turned the urn around to look for an engraving. “There is, but don’t recognize the script.”

“At least we’re still fully clothed.”

“Gotta count your blessings.” 

Then there was another pounding at the door. “Hey! You two in there! You’re not the housekeepers!”

Billy reached into his pocket and found his personal communication device. “Billy Alexander to Exeter.”

=/\=This is the Exeter.=/\=

“Two to beam up, myself and Dr. Kruze.”

=/\=Aye sir.=/\=

Billy turned to Heinrich. “Hold onto the urn.”

Heinrich grabbed hold of the urn like it was his only baby.

“Exeter, energize.”

In a flash, Billy and Heinrich were gone with the mystery urn, still unaware of what happened the night before.

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(posted by Will and Tim)

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