"Kalashnikov's", Zvezdny Gorodok

[Doc Holliday]

Wanting to make good of his Visa by the Coalition leadership, Ambassador John Henry "Doc" Holliday prepared to meet his escort to Kalashnikov's Bar. Before he released the lock to the base, he turned to his lovely wife who stood at his right, smiling as she always did, dressed today in a red and white kimono. Doc himself dressed in his Ambassador's robes.
"You sure you're ready for this, Dahlin?" he asked her.
"Hai," she nodded, full of life. With that, he released the lock.

Greeting them was a well built man in a dress uniform with silver pipings and a high and tight haircut. With him were two guards dressed in fatigues and assault rifles. They were very intimidating to look at with their stern faces.
"Greetings, Mr. Ambassador," spoke the commander as they shook hands, "we have been expecting you. I trust you had a safe flight."
"Jump holes are always a good deal bumpy but all went well," Doc replied.
"And it is nice to meet you too, Mrs. Holliday. Konnichiwa," greeting her also with a kiss of her hand.
"Domo arigato, Commander," she replied.
"Please," continued the Commander, "let's have a seat."

The Commander, Doc and Midori sat at a table under the guard of the two soldiers.
"I hear rumors that you have some great vodka here," stated Doc.
"Oh, it's no rumor, Comrade, it is true. It is not great vodka, it is the best vodka," said the Commander.
"Well, then, Comrade, I think I will try some, over the rocks," stated Doc.
"And how about you, Mrs. Holliday, what will you have?" inquired the Commander.
"I have the same," she answered, "but with tonic. I do not drink as hard as he does."

While the drinks were being made, the staff Doc's shuttle began unloading some cases. Wine, Klingon Blood wine and tobacco were off loaded by the ship's waitstaff and turned over to some workers in orange coveralls.
"I thought you may like some of this," Doc said to the Commander. "Gallic wine is quite good as is the tobacco. Both are also hard to come by being the hostility of the Gallic Crown towards everyone. Still, I can get more later if you like. The Blood wine is made exclusively by some associates of mine. It is very strong so consider yourself warned."

The cases were delivered to a store room, some of which was put into stock. Some of the pilots took to the tobacco and began rolling cigarettes. The Commander himself was most pleased by the gifts which put a smile on his face. As the drinks were being served, a group of Coalition Marines came through, armed and ready. They stopped to speak with the Commander.

"We are off, Sir," the captain said, noticing a Zoner Ambassador sitting at the table by his Commander.
"Very well, Captain. You can brief me when you return," replied the captain. The troops left with the Captain saluting his commander.

For the most part, the Ambassador's first visit was small talk. The Commander took an interest in his medical back round and how he made his way to Sirius. As they chatted and eventually dined, the atmosphere became more at ease.

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