"If we were to have Klingon bloodwine, we should adjourn the game and the new sensor modifications and promptly begin trying the drink. Personally, I'd put money on myself and the XO for remaining on our feet afterwards. Mr. Kor aside, of course. He does have the...home field advantage, is that the saying?

"Obviously, Doctor, we would need you to remain sober in case something went wrong. Although, inebriated Andorians, Klingons, and Vulcans should be safe enough."

Vrelek laughed and took a long breath. It was good to relax with the crew - his crew. He had been going over the reports from the different departments the other evening, and there were some interesting dynamics on board. The years had been savage for the Federation's mission of peace, exploration and diplomacy, and even though his Andorian blood relished an honest conflict as much as any, he was looking forward to a resumption of peaceful existence within the galaxy. He had seen bloodshed, and he had lost crew and friends. As he looked around at the players in the game, he hoped he would never have to add to that list again.