On The Beach

Posted on Fri Sep 4th, 2020 @ 10:55pm by Commander Andrew Archer

Mission: Once Upon A Time on Risa.
Location: Risa

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Andrew had given up trying to convince Taazk to join him on Risa. The tellarite engineer wouldn’t budge on the subject, instead wanting to spend his shore leave lost in the ship’s Jeffries’ tubes finding work for himself to do.

Finding work for himself was not something Andrew intended on doing. Despite having received a promotion and a bump up to Executive Officer recently, he was still determined to enjoy himself while he had the chance. Starfleet officers rarely had an opportunity to visit Risa, so to be here on official shore leave was a dream come true for him.

Being half-Betazoid was another huge advantage on Risa. An advantage Andrew was not going to waste.

He had enjoyed a swim along the coast, challenging himself in the strong tide, but had decided that now would be a good time to rehydrate. Risa’s temperature was high, and he could feel that his lips were drying.

Entering a compound, he saw that it contained a large swimming pool and a bar. ”This will do nicely.” He thought to himself as he took in the sight of dozens of bikini-clad women. He walked slowly from one side of the compound to the other, and approached the bar. “Sex on the Beach please.” He put his order in with the Orion bartender.

“Excuse me?!” A woman sitting on a stool spun around, a surprised look on her face.

Andrew smiled broadly and raised his eyebrows cooly. “You’re right. We’ll save that for tonight.”

The woman frowned, but eventually cracked a slight smile, sensing his tongue-in-cheek response.

Andrew continued to speak, “Sex on the Beach is a cocktail,” he explained, “Its Vodka, peach Schnapps, orange and cranberry juice. Would you care to join me?”

The attractive woman nodded and moved onto the neighbouring stool to the man, “So long as its only for the drink.” She laughed.

Before Andrew could lay on any more smooth moves, he noticed Captain Devoe in the corner of his eye. The CO appeared to be sunbathing, but appeared to have a troubled look on his face. Something was clearly concerning him.

“So do you have a name?” The woman questioned, bringing Andrew’s attention back onto her.

Andrew smiled, “The name’s Archer. Andrew Archer. Second in command of the USS Sunfire. And you are?”

“Alyiah Richards.” The woman answered. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Andrew Archer.”


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Lt. Commander Andrew Archer
Executive Officer
USS Sunfire