Stardate, oh wait, that’s pajama boy talk.
It had been a long, surfless run out to Antares and back. The crew was
happy when we hit DS9 for some badly needed R and R, not to mention a
chance to pick up a the new wave making torpedoes I had ordered from the
Duras Sisters. At least we would have something to look forward to on
our next patrol.
I ran into the Doctor at Quark’s, he was nursing a pint of bitters, and
I saw him motion for me to join him.
“Ah, Kahuna, good to see you. Jelly Baby?” He offered his ever-present
back of jelly baby candies.
“No thanks, Doctor. It doesn’t go well with Guinness.”
“True,” he said as he put the back of little candies back in the right
pocket of his oversized coat. Never could figure out why he wore that
big heavy coat and multi-colored knit scarf on a space station that
maintained a constant 72 degrees Fahrenheit. Just one of his quirks, I
guess.
Quark, reading my mind, sidled up with a pint of Guinness and a shot of
Tribble Sweat. My usual.
“Kahuna, got any new vids for me?” Quark asked.
I looked at the Doctor, then at Quark, figured it was okay to talk in
front of the Timelord, especially since he provided me with the tech to
pull it off. “Yep. I good one. I was at a campaign banquet for the
Hill.”
This caught both their attention. Quark said, “how’d you manage that
trick?”
“Well, I got some tickets from Flipper Kerry as part of a trade. I
figured, what the hey, and rigged up a miniature camera that the Doctor
here helped me with.”
“Okay, so you were at one her campaign banquets. Those are not, from
what I have seen, good entertainment,” Quark said.
“This one is,” I said, knocking down my Guinness. Quark glared at me as
I set the mug down and reached for the shot of Tribble Sweat. He hates
it when I slam the empty shot glass down on the bar after I’ve drunk my
chaser.
I pulled out the memory crystal with the video on it, and passed it to
Quark. “Go ahead, put it up on the big screen.”
“Now?” Quark asked. “I haven’t had a chance to check it yet.” He eyed
the crystal. “So, how much you want for it.”
“I’m sure you’ll think of something good once you’ve run it a couple of
times.”
Now Quark was really suspicious. “Can’t be much if that’s your idea of
bartering a price.”
“Try it, you’ll like it,” I said.
“Okay, Kahuna, you’re on!” Quark went of with the memory crystal.
Soon, the new video came up on his main screen. On the screen was a man
standing behind a podium, to his right sat, in all her glory, the Hill,
presidential candidate, and current senator from New York. The man was
introducing her, saying all kinds of things about her and her time in
the White House as First Lady and her hoped for return as President of
the Federation. When he concluded his oratory, the Hill stood up,
smiled and said, “Thank you, Sandy/” Then she hugged him and said, “My,
are you happy to see me, or are those classified documents you have in
your pants.”
Quark’s bar exploded with laughter and cheers. Quark smiled at me. He
knew I managed o do it again. Looks like ten cases of Tribble Sweat for
me.
Kahuna out.
