All Along the Watchtowers - Part Thirteen

Posted on Fri Dec 31st, 2021 @ 7:24pm by Commodore Siaxx "Bluemoon" Dvald-Vaxx MD & Master Chief Petty Officer Chen Vaxx

Mission: Mission 116: All Along the Watchtowers - Part One
Location: Various Locations - Starbase Vanguard
Timeline: 1930Hrs - October 26th, 2393

Fleet Captain Siaxx Dvald-Vaxx smiled as she slowly walked into one of the Starbase lounges. Here she would be meeting her husband for dinner and then she would be able to spend a little time alone with her spouse. The kids were all out for the week. Heris Dvald and her family had gone camping for the week since today was listed as a Tuesday on the Terran calendar but it was Avaris on the Bolian calendar which meant it was the equivalent of a Friday. Siaxx's kids were all presently going with their cousins and were going to be gone for a few days.

Dvald-Vaxx was greatly looking forward to an empty house for the next week. Just her and her spouse. She smiled when something out of the ordinary had caught her eye. It was a rather large collection of booze that had been left on a table as there were over two dozen bottles by the small framed Bolian's count.

Dvald-Vaxx slowly ambled on over as she found herself face to face with a rather drunk Galiaan Fordring. The massive woman gave Dvald-Vaxx a bleary-eyed stare for a few seconds as if she was trying to remember who the Bolian was. Then suddenly it came to her. "See'yax.." she addressed the small Bolian woman with a rather wide grin. "Join me for a drink."

"I'm pregnant Galiaan... What happened to you?" Dvald-Vaxx inquired. She was truly shocked by the state of the massive woman before her. "Professor. Are you drunk?" Dvald-Vaxx couldn't quite believe what she was seeing.

"I am not drunk. Little girl..." Fordring rumbled back at her. "I am celebrating..." the massive woman paused as she tried to remember. "I think it was the... Passing of mein enemies...I... I think... I don't recall anymore..."

Dvald-Vaxx had never seen anyone drink so much booze in one sitting. Neither had she ever recalled Galiaan Fordring having so much to drink in one event. The pregnant Bolian slid her form into a chair across from the large Vrykul woman sitting across from her. "Well, Galiaan... You look like you've been here a while."

"I wanted a drink..." Fordring slurred her words as she regarded the Bolian, sitting across from her. "Join me!"

"I'm pregnant Galiaan... Drinking booze for me is very unwise. I will have water instead." Dvald-Vaxx commented. "What are you having.?"

"Vrykul Thungwine. It's good." Fordring grinned as she suddenly let out a loud laugh. Before she snatched up the bottle before her before she drank half of the bottle in one go. "Yaahhhhh." Fordring groaned as she sighed softly. "What are you doing here...?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing Galiaan," Dvald-Vaxx answered softly. She had no idea of why Fordring had drunk so much or even why she was drinking. "What happened to you?"

"Bah. It doesn't matter." Fordring answered. Again, she slurred her words as she dismissed the question as someone dismissing a rather annoying and aggravating pest. "I just wanna get drunk..."

"It's kinda hard to miss," Dvald-Vaxx commented as she rose to her feet. "Gimme a minute. I need to see the bartender." and with that. The small Bolian moved across the lounge. "Is the barkeep present?" The Pregnant Bolian asked once she got within range of the countertop.

"Umm, are you sure you're allowed to be in here little one?" The bartender asked Dvald-Vaxx who facepalmed. "How old do I look to you sugar?" The Bolian asked in response, answering his question with her own question. She raised an eyebrow while she waited for an answer.

"No offence dear. You look about thirteen to me." The bartender responded.

This only aggravated Dvald-Vaxx further as she facepalmed. "I'm just small-framed. I am anything but young... But I am not sure how being compared to a young teenager. My middle child to be more specific." she added. "Helps either of us at this point in time. My eldest would laugh at you whereas my second son would be offended at you." the pregnant Bolian regarded him.

The bartender paused, he had assumed wrongly it had seemed and now he was about to pay for it. With this Bolian about to lose her temper at him. He waited for the inevitable blast of hate and anger.

Dvald-Vaxx held her silence for a moment. "How long has she been there?" she indicated with her thumb over her shoulder at the large Vrykul female, sitting at her table with the dozen or so bottles.

"Several hours... She asks for a bottle about once every thirty minutes and while it's a lot. My guys are keeping an eye on her and she isn't making any issues. I assume she needs to be cut off?"

"She does, yes..." Dvald-Vaxx answered. "I should call her husband... Because if she falls over. I'm never going to be able to move her alone."

The bartender turned to one of his aides. "Inform all the guys that table eight is cut off. If she asks, be polite as Vrykul can get really angry and really mean, real fast."

"You got it boss." and with that, he turned and moved off into the small crowd.