EXETERRPG: (1 - 1540) Lt. JG Billy Alexander and aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze

[Timothy Callow]

Mission: Auld Lang Syne
Day:01
Stardate: 2445.12.28
 
(Risa - Suraya Bay Resort - Turtle Lounge -SOPS, Lt. JG Billy Alexander and aACMO Ensign SG Heinrich Kruze - 1540)

A round green building laid just off from the pool complex. The Turtle Lounge was a high class establishment often rented out for conventions and other big to do’s. It was the sort of fancy Heinrich did not care for but has to put up with for much of his life. But in his somewhat inebriated state all he saw were more libations. 

“H-hey, want to check out the Turtle Lounge?” He asked Billy. 

"Turtle lounge. I like Turtles." Billy replied. 

“Who doesn’t?”

"Maybe they have food. It almost 1600 and we're both drunk as skunks."

“Oh yeah, come to think of it I’m starving.” They approached the door the lounge. There was a fold up sign that said “Turtle Convention.”

“Look at that,” Heinrich said, “they got a Turtle Convention.” 

"Oh my goodness. I love this planet."

“Wonder if they have turtle soup.”

"Wouldn't that be cannibalism?"

“No, because I’m not a turtle.” Heinrich paused to think, “at least I don’t think I am a turtle.”

As they approached the door the bouncer looked at them. He was a 7 foot tall humanoid turtle. Though he was neither mutant, teenaged or ninja.

"Turtles only." He said. 

"Huh?" Billy asked. 

"Only those native to the planet Terrapinia may enter."

“OH! Because it’s a TURTLE convention!”

The bouncer looked at the good doctor with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. “Are you already drunk?”

“Maybe.” Heinrich admitted sheepishly. 

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you two to leave.” The bouncer did not budge, and certainly was not one a normal human would want to tussle with. 

“Excuse me,” a dignified voice called from behind the off duty officers, “they are with me.” Heinrich turned around to see an elderly humanoid turtle with a monocle and scarred shell. Though Heinrich had never met a turtle man before, he immediately sensed a grandfatherly energy from him. 

“Yeah, we’re with him.” Heinrich quickly said. 

"Yes he's our grandfather. Adopted of course." Billy said giddy as a school girl. "Right cousin?"

Heinrich’s grin was as wide as a Cheshire Cat. “Of course!”

"Shall we gramps?" Billy snorted  

Even the elderly turtle was laughing, “yes, yes, come children.” He led them triumphantly through the door much to the bouncer’s chagrin. Inside was a spacious bar filled with greens and browns. The bar itself looked like it was made of emerald. There were humanoid turtles of various sizes and ages walking about, all looking very dignified and important. 

After soaking the scene in Heinrich turned to his new adoptive grandfather “Thank you for letting us in Mr…” 

“Turtle. You can call me Mr. Turtle.” He said. 
 
"That seems oddly…." Before he said something stupid Billy nodded. "So what can we do for you Mr. Turtle?"

“I’m glad you asked, why don’t we sit down.” Mr Turtle directed Billy and Heinrich to a booth near a window. It took him a while to fit himself in comfortably. But once he did he gave his speel. “It’s not all sunshine and roses on Terrapinia I’m afraid. I’m involved in, well, it doesn’t matter the specifics. It won’t matter the specifics as long as I have you around. What I want you to do is stay around me. Make it look like I have a Starfleet entourage. In return, you can have all the booze you want on me.”

Heinrich’s face positively glowed. 

"I mean, we're already pretty drunk as is. We should probably sober up "

“We can eat first. I’ll buy you whatever you want.”

"And I need a full contract stating what we're getting and why and intricate details on what exactly it is you need us for, why you need us, and what you need protection from. Or else no deal Squirtle "

Mr. Turtle stared at Billy. There was no malice. No fear. A poker face. Heinrich nudged Billy and whispered “c’mon man, free booze.”

"I may be a slacker, a joker, a midnight toker, but I'm no fool. I want a contract and I want it sent on a priority communication to my attorney Williams S. Alexander esq. On earth for confirmation."

“Well I certainly have no time for that.” Mr. Turtle said. “I guess, then, I’ll have to ask for you to leave.”

"Then I guess we have no deal."

“I’m afraid not. Oh well.” 

"Anything to add Kruzey?"

He hated being called Kruzey. “... #$%@ you.”

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