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[Lorenz Winterhoff]

Mission: Death in the Shadows
Day 8
Stardate:2446.02.08

(USS Illuminar -- The Prancing Pony --EO Ensign jg Tycho Alantar -- 0007)
The din had fallen real quick as soon as the Captain had emerged from
the shadows. Tycho was already on his feet, ready to rumble should the
case be. Living among Klingons and Romulans made him quick to battle
readiness, but he didn't jump in. It would be imprudent, considering
he'd already noted the towering Galk.

Everything was already going to Grethor in a torpedo tube, but there
wasn't much he could do. He could shut the party down, engineering
style, but he didn't think that would be terribly appropriate, so he
simply set his drink down and waited.

The crazy moved outside the Prancing Pony, and the diatribe that flew
out of the doctor's mouth was cut off by the sliding doors, no more in
competition with the renewed efforts by Bohb to get the party going
again. Tycho knew that hanging around would simply give an audience to
a situation that really didn't need one, so he rescued his drink and
moved forward to get a better listen to the piecemeal jazz group that
had formed.

Anyone who returned after the problem resolved would get a clean
start. Tycho cheered the players on the stage before heading over to
the man in charge of the drinks. Tycho chatted for a moment then
clapped him on the shoulder and went up, and started clapping to one
of his favourite backing tracks.
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(Posted by Lorenz)
NRPG:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y1MV-Jy_Bog
The song chosen, a little dry humour in his choice.