0The officers’ lounge holds a cheery air for quite some time after a recent return from shore leave. Even personnel who may out of habit avoid each other can, in passing, dip their heads toward each other in a congenial manner. The chatter is lively, the crewmen relaxed, and the entertainment and drinks bountiful.
“Gentlemen, good afternoon,” greets Uhura as she takes the last seat at a small high-top table. She smiles at one of the men, Chekov, who grunts a welcome over a glass of something no doubt suited to his mood.