Winchester and a whiskey

Posted on 23 Jun 2025 @ 8:58pm by Lieutenant Paul Winchester & Chief Warrant Officer Glenn Stone Mr

936 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: General Sim Postings
Location: 10 forward on deck 8
Timeline: Sometime After Arrivle.

ON:

Chief Stone had made his way to 10 forward on deck 8, which serves as the ship's social hub. This is the only area on board the vessel where a position is not required. No one needs to utter "sir" or "ma'am" when a person of lower rank addresses an officer. He knew that someone's beliefs could be expressed safely amongst fellow crewmates. The extensive bay windows supply a stunning view out into space.

In 10 forward, Stone looked over the most notable accessory, a modest-sized bar area. Offering a wide choice of synthetic and alcoholic drinks, such as Aldebaran whiskey, Saurian brandy, Tzartak aperitif, C&E Warp Lager, Antarean brandy, and countless others. The replicators, working off the memory of the new computers, have nearly twice the food and drink options of most ship-bound replicator systems in Starfleet, creating a more authentic replication. 

Chief Stone approached the bar and ordered a whisky and Coke. There were always a lot of choices, but he was in the mood for this, being on a long shift.

He made his way over to a table by the windows. He sat leaning back in the chair. The day had been long, going through all the briefings. He looked forward to just sitting for a while. He saw Winchester walk in and wondered if he was a descendant of the Winchester family. Stone was a history buff of sorts on old firearms. Besides, he should get to know all the flight crew.

"Hay, Winchester, get a drink and come over and sit with me if you would. "Stone politely requested.

Paul looked over at the man at the table and remembered him from the picture in his service jacket, he gave a nod to him as he moved to the replication unit and ordered a cold beer. Paul had finished his daily tasks in the office making sure that the new fighters were on order for when they were back on the Tomcat.

As the drink appeared, Paul picked it up and headed back toward the table where the officer was waiting for him. As he neared the table, he said, " Lieutenant Stone, I presume?"

"Lieutenant?" Stone questioned, looking behind him. "No, I work for a living," he commented, looking back at Winchester. Stone referenced an old military saying that NCOs used to say in the 20th century. His sarcastic smile and tone showed he was joking around.

"Take a seat," said Stone, motioning to the seat across from him. "Your name is part of the Winchester family, like the 19th-century Winchester family," Stone asked, intrigued.

Paul responded, "Not that I know of." He took the offered seat, put the cold beverage on the table, he continued, Welcome to the Tomcat." Paul finished," You will find that we all have your back."

"That is good to hear. I thought I would get to know you. I will be the new flight deck officer in charge of the Flight deck. I hear you might be working as the Commander of the Air Group?" asked Stone, dropping a shot glass into a look that seemed to be a bear.

"I will be wish list. My wife is on light duties," Paul said, leaning back in his chair. He added, "Both my wife and I have high standards on our flight deck at all times."

He took a drink of the beer, and the shot glass leaned in, and some of the whisky could be seen mixing with the beer. "As will I, everything will be in order. I am a stickler for flight plans. The offers will not fly if their flight plans are not standard enough about Shop talk. You said your wife is on light duty? Is she ok?" asked Chief Stone, sounding concerned.

"Yes, she is," replied Paul, looking back at Chief Stone. He continued, "She is Pregnant," giving him a slight smile and wondering how she would take the news that he was helping Paula while she was on shore leave.

"Well, that is outstanding. I hear that being a parent is both a great blessing and a worst nightmare. I have not met anyone yet, but maybe no one wants to meet me?" he said jokingly. "I am truly happy for you. Wait, should you be here drinking with me instead of being with your wife?" asked Stone, who looked to be thinking. "Or is that with just Klingon women you have to worry about that?" questioned Stone with a sly smile.

" I don't know about that," replied Paul with a smile. He continued, "Just don't upset her as she does have a temper," leaning back in the chair.

Stone smiled and took another sip of this drink. "I will make a note of that," he replied. I hear the medical staff here is one of the best, so that should be good for you," he commented.

"Well, I have to go and see her," replied Paul as he rose from his seat. He continued," Nice to meet you, Chief," giving the officer a nod of his head, and turned to head out the door.

"Nice meeting you as well. The best to you and your wife, if you need anything,g just ask." he replied with a lift of his drink. Then finished it.

Standing, he rolled around, knowing there was probably something that needed his attention.

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