Captain's Log: Stardate 88613.3,
With our weeks-long trade route negotiations over and with our next assignment now delayed for more than a week, the Discovery remains in orbit over planet Pacifica for the moment. I have offered shore leave to any crew member who wants it, and I am certain it will be a welcome respite from our day-to-day duties. I too am looking forward to taking advantage of the vast beaches and warm environment this 'jewel of the galaxy' is known for.
[Mark Logan strides along a long, white sand beach holding exotic-looking drinks. Various small groups of people laughing an enjoying themselves can be heard in the background. Suddenly, the tall human comes across a sight that stops him in his tracks].
Logan: Uhhh, Kara...
[Karalle M'Rerra lies on her back in the sand wearing a robin's-egg blue bikini top that is barely big enough to cover her nipples. Slowly her eyes open, and she smiles warmly as her mate approaches]
M'Rerra: Oh Mark, perfect timing. Did you bring the Risian Daquiries?
Logan: Yeah, but...did the replicator get the wrong...?
M'Rerra: [Annoyed] No Mark, the replicator was working fine. Yes, the suit is small and yes this is on purpose. You know how I feel swimwear, but apparently this beach has a strict 'no-nudity' rule or some nonsense. It was either this or no beach time. It's a damn shame too, I love the way the ocean breeze washes over every inch of your being when it's not covered by silly cloth. [sounding dissapointed] Besides, I thought you'd like it. Since when have you been so struck by me actually wearing clothes?
Logan: I dunno, maybe it has something to do with how well you fill it out?
M'Rerra: [Thinks for a moment, then gives a sly smile]...nice recovery, skipper. Now, how about that Daquiri?
Logan: Right here. [Hands her a drink]
[M'Rerra takes a sip and immediately grimaces]
M'Rerra: What is this? No bite at all. [Annoyed] Marrrrrk, is this?
Logan: Yes, they're virgin.
[M'Rerra casts a long, hard glare at her mate]
Logan: Look, last time, all it took was one Risian Mai-Tai to get you plastered. And then it took 45 minutes to get you down off that Dabo table, I'm not going through that again.
M'Rerra: You didn't have to get me down at all, y'know Mark. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself, thank you very much.
Logan: You know, the penalty for 'conduct unbecoming an officer' is a one-rank demotion and six months hard labor.
M'Rerra: [Scoffs] It's going to take more than an empty threat to get me to stop, Mark. You're a good Captain, and you take responsibility for your crew, you've proven that. But, you're starting to take that uniform with you wherever you go. Come on, live a little!
[M'Rerra pulls a small bottle containing a green-looking liquid out of her bikini and pours some in her drink]
Logan: [exasperated] What's that?
M'Rerra: Aldebaran Whiskey. I figured you'd do something like this.
[Logan glares at her]
M'Rerra: Don't worry, I know my limits, no table-dancing this time, I promise.
[30 minutes later, a yell can be heard from atop a palm-like tree overlooking the water]
M'Rerra: I am a golden goddess!!!
Logan: ...at least it's not a Dabo table...[sigh] oh boy...
Caitians enjoy a good time as much as the next species, however they have a notoriously low tolerance for alcohol of any kind. Being a security officer, M'Rerra prides herself on working hard and playing hard and despite her sense of responsibility, her need to unwind occasionally gets her into trouble, which often results in Logan bailing her out.
Many thanks to Oli-Snowpaw for another great YCH!
M'Rerra: Sunstreak091
Art: Oli_Snowpaw
With our weeks-long trade route negotiations over and with our next assignment now delayed for more than a week, the Discovery remains in orbit over planet Pacifica for the moment. I have offered shore leave to any crew member who wants it, and I am certain it will be a welcome respite from our day-to-day duties. I too am looking forward to taking advantage of the vast beaches and warm environment this 'jewel of the galaxy' is known for.
[Mark Logan strides along a long, white sand beach holding exotic-looking drinks. Various small groups of people laughing an enjoying themselves can be heard in the background. Suddenly, the tall human comes across a sight that stops him in his tracks].
Logan: Uhhh, Kara...
[Karalle M'Rerra lies on her back in the sand wearing a robin's-egg blue bikini top that is barely big enough to cover her nipples. Slowly her eyes open, and she smiles warmly as her mate approaches]
M'Rerra: Oh Mark, perfect timing. Did you bring the Risian Daquiries?
Logan: Yeah, but...did the replicator get the wrong...?
M'Rerra: [Annoyed] No Mark, the replicator was working fine. Yes, the suit is small and yes this is on purpose. You know how I feel swimwear, but apparently this beach has a strict 'no-nudity' rule or some nonsense. It was either this or no beach time. It's a damn shame too, I love the way the ocean breeze washes over every inch of your being when it's not covered by silly cloth. [sounding dissapointed] Besides, I thought you'd like it. Since when have you been so struck by me actually wearing clothes?
Logan: I dunno, maybe it has something to do with how well you fill it out?
M'Rerra: [Thinks for a moment, then gives a sly smile]...nice recovery, skipper. Now, how about that Daquiri?
Logan: Right here. [Hands her a drink]
[M'Rerra takes a sip and immediately grimaces]
M'Rerra: What is this? No bite at all. [Annoyed] Marrrrrk, is this?
Logan: Yes, they're virgin.
[M'Rerra casts a long, hard glare at her mate]
Logan: Look, last time, all it took was one Risian Mai-Tai to get you plastered. And then it took 45 minutes to get you down off that Dabo table, I'm not going through that again.
M'Rerra: You didn't have to get me down at all, y'know Mark. I'm a big girl, I can handle myself, thank you very much.
Logan: You know, the penalty for 'conduct unbecoming an officer' is a one-rank demotion and six months hard labor.
M'Rerra: [Scoffs] It's going to take more than an empty threat to get me to stop, Mark. You're a good Captain, and you take responsibility for your crew, you've proven that. But, you're starting to take that uniform with you wherever you go. Come on, live a little!
[M'Rerra pulls a small bottle containing a green-looking liquid out of her bikini and pours some in her drink]
Logan: [exasperated] What's that?
M'Rerra: Aldebaran Whiskey. I figured you'd do something like this.
[Logan glares at her]
M'Rerra: Don't worry, I know my limits, no table-dancing this time, I promise.
[30 minutes later, a yell can be heard from atop a palm-like tree overlooking the water]
M'Rerra: I am a golden goddess!!!
Logan: ...at least it's not a Dabo table...[sigh] oh boy...
Caitians enjoy a good time as much as the next species, however they have a notoriously low tolerance for alcohol of any kind. Being a security officer, M'Rerra prides herself on working hard and playing hard and despite her sense of responsibility, her need to unwind occasionally gets her into trouble, which often results in Logan bailing her out.
Many thanks to Oli-Snowpaw for another great YCH!
M'Rerra: Sunstreak091
Art: Oli_Snowpaw
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Lion
Gender Female
Size 1033 x 1280px
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