4 Forward Lounge

Most of the off duty personnel who weren’t sleeping had come to the wedding ceremony for Petty Officers Dalton Morris and T’sen. There was about 65 people plus the 4 lounge staff. 2 Klingons had even beamed over from the Slivin after an open invite was sent to them. Bamet and Krek had decided to use the chance to reboard the Blythe for some ulterior motives. Bamet was hoping to encounter the tall drink of water that was LCdr Vaughn Ingram. And Krek wanted to get some more of the skin gel that the sunny and outspoken robot CMO had given to him during their dinner the day before.

Since they were a cool hip couple, or so Dalton thought, they had decided to wear whatever they wanted, and gave no dress code to the guests. Dalton wore flip flops, boardshorts and a tide dyed button up t shirt with only the bottom two buttons actually fastened. T’Sen wore her dress whites uniform with tight black pants she knew that Dalton loved so much.

“Bro, I think we’re good, you don’t need to hold the handle of your dagger the whole time my man. You’re my best man, meaning you just stand there and smile and give a toast to the Bride at the reception. No ones gonna attack us or anything.”

The child of Tama slowly lowered his hand from the sheathed dagger on his sash. “I do see plenty of bowls of uncooked rice around Dalton you specifically warned of that last night.”

“Uh, phewff, I’m sorry my brother, I thought you knew were just joking around. Best man just means your a close friend and you stand next to me during the wedding. Don’t stab anyone, they’ll all be throwing rice at us when we walk back down the aisle at the end, just be cool.”

“Like Snelda at Brufalka Pass my dagger shall remain in its sheath.” Patron replied, then added a uncharacteristic and utlimately hilarious wink before the Captain rang a chime.

“Dearly beloved…” Tyler did did the whole spiel. He did the full ordained minister type thing. He read a moving piece of poetry about everlasting love. After having the 2 newlyweds perfom their vows Tyler allowed himself to digress a bit.

“Now. I have another piece of news, that directly relates to Dalton and T’sen.” He said as the appluase died down.

“I have just recieved word from Starfleet Command that uh I am authorized to officially promote Petty Officer T’Sen to the rank of Chief. And I plan to, she will also be uh reporting for duty as the senior science technician after her honeymoon is over. So uh this makes her essentially the third senior most member of thebscience department. Now seeing as what day this is. Uh, far being from me to be the cause of martial discontent on the very day I perform the ceremony. So, I have seen fit to give Petty Officer Morris a field promotion to Chief aswell, and he will report for duty in a senior maintenance tech in the operations department after his honeymoon.”

The room erupted in appluase and cheers again.

The reception that was held immediately after the ceremony sloppy. Real sloppy. The CMO was the DJ of course. Patron was introduced to a Beer Bong. There was a formal complaint lodged against Joe the Dolphin. Cigars and other substances were smoked. A few new couples actually got together at the reception. A great time was has by all. And the final song ‘I did it my way” By Frank Sinatra seemed more then fitting for all the intoxicated souls in attendance.

The CMO and Chief Engineer were the only senior officers that remained longer then the first half an hour of the reception. But in more ways then one, the reception would have future ramifications for the ships and its crew far beyond what could have been reasonably foreseen.