ILLUMINARRPG: (1 - 1905) ACONN Alexander Dyson

[Ruben Hilbers]

Mission: Prelude
Day: 1
Stardate: 2446.03.23

(Earth, Shadow Pines – Garden – ACONN Alexander Dyson – 1905)

Alex finished his drawing and joined the others. The smell of the food was wafting through the garden and making him hungry. ~I wonder how many people are showing up to this party.~ He had no idea how long the potential guest list had been.

“Ahh, Mr. Dyson, Alex, come and join us. I believe we are about to eat.  Pull up a chair.”

A Benzite guest offered him a glass of something blue. ~Oh, it’s been a while since I’ve had this.~ Presuming it was that he thought it was. The last time he had gotten really hammered, he had ended up spending the night with a Klingon lady called K’Nera. ~It was good for a night.~ But after that, he had never seen her again.

“Might I interest you in a little… libation, sir.  I’d recommend drinking it slowly. It tends to have a little … kick to it.”

“Thank you,” Alex said as he took the drink and sat down.

He sipped the drink and watched as more guests arrived. ~Whoa, yep, it’s what I think it is.~ And because he was drinking it on an empty stomach, it was making the world spin. So he put the drink down for a bit. As for the other guests, the most interesting was a half-Klingon lady who arrived singing. ~Trei ? Something tells me that’s her last time. She’s probably got a pretty first name to go with her looks..~ Then Benson arrived and announced that the dinner was ready. It was only at this time that Alex noticed that the Benzite was not alone.

“Tony Montana to Frank Lopez, at the meeting,” The Benzite said to his Tamarian friend.

Alex made his way to the buffet and filled his plate. He returned to his seat and dug into his meal. As he ate, he sensed how the spinning in his head was slowing down. By the time he finished his plate, it had stopped completely. ~That’s better.~ He looked around and pondered who he should talk to first. ~Maybe another plate of food.~ As he headed back to his chair, he spotted Miss Trei. ~Now or never.~ So he grabbed his drink and sat down next to her.

“Hi, I’m Alex…what’s your name ?”

(Reply Trei)

“I’m a pilot, what department are you with ?”

(Reply Trei)

He rested his head on his fist. “You’re an excellent singer, by the way. Me, I sound like I’m a strangling a cat. Well, at least that’s my roommate at the orphanage said. And so did the Rabbi who gave me music lessons. So I gave it up.”

(Reply Trei)
(Posted by Ruben)