.:Continued:.

Dylan paused and looked around, observing the groups take in the rooming arrangements. "Well, I suggest we get something to eat before heading to our rooms."

A chorus of agreements met that suggestion and slowly the people started to file off the deck and head down to the Promenade. After everyone had reached the Promenade, Worf got everyone's attention and announced, "Bashier and O'Brien will be opening Quark's Bar and Eatery. Odo will show those that want to, the replicators. Ezri and I will be at the Klingon Restaurant." Worf then left the group figure out what they wanted to do, he was too tired to exercise diplomacy at the moment. Anyway, it probably wasn't even his universe's DS9. Hopefully the ghag would still be alive though.

The next few minutes was a sort of calm choas. Everyone wanted to go their own way, so to speak. Harper wanted to go to the bar, where as Dylan wanted the entire crew to eat at the Replicators. Whatever that was, it sounded better then a 'bar' or 'Klingon' restaurant. But no, Harper gave Beka a kicked puppy look, and suddenly Dylan was the worst captain there ever was. Beka, Trance, and Harper all headed towards the Bar, leaving Tyr, Dylan, and Rommie behind. Tyr figured that whatever Worf ate would be a warrior's meal, so he headed in that general direction. Rommie stayed with her Captain, if only to show loyalty and cheer him up.

It was a little bit simpler for the Voyager crew as the Captain had visted Deep Space Nine once before and trusted her crew not to get into any trouble. At least, not too much trouble. Tom, Kim, and Chakotay went over to the bar while Ethan, who had developed a taste for ghag when he had visited Kronos, went over to the Klingon Restuarant. Janeway, Tuvok, and Seven decided upon the replicators.

After Rygel found out what exactly the replicators do, he rushed over to them. Scorpious and Stark, both having no interest in drinking, followed Rygel. John, Aeryn, Dargo, and Chiana spared no time in making their way to the Bar and Eatery.

With only the smaller groups left, it took little time to disperse. Hoban and Jane took one look at each other and headed towards the Bar. The Doctor and Ace had a small discussion that ended with the Doctor smiling and giving Ace a nugde towards the bar. He turned and headed in the oposite direction, towards the replicators. Jarod, who was not one for anytype of alcoholic beverage, decided upon the replicators. Sydney, not wanted to pass up a opportunity to talk to his protege, if you will, followed Jarod. Broots wanted a strong drink right about now, but didn't want to be killed for accidentaly insulting someones mother, quickly caught up with Sdyney and Jarod. Miss Parker kept a close eye on Jarod and felt better if she could keep track of him, she also headed towards the replicators. Mulder had long since left with Scully over to the Bar. Mulder said it was just to get a quick drink, but Scully knew that he wanted to talk to the aliens. The only ones left were Bill, Ralph, and Johnny Smith. The former two were in a heated debate about where to go. They finally decided upon Bill going his own way to the Bar, and Ralph going to the replicators.

Johnny was left standing near the lift with cane in hand. He looked around and weighed the options. He could go to a 'Cling on' cafe, which sounded kind of weird, or go to a bar and drink who-knows-what. That left him with two more choices, head to his assigned quarters, or eat at the replicators. Johnny had overheard Odo explain it to the green blob on the go kart. It sounded interesting enough, and he hadn't eaten it what seemed like days. Sighing heavily, Johnny slowly headed towards the replicators.

Replicators
Of the three closest tables to the replicator, Janeway, The Doctor, Odo, and Dylan sat at the one far left. Rygel, Stark, and Scorpious sat at the middle-of-room center one. And Broots, Jarod, Sydney, and Ralph sat at the far right one. Seven, Parker, and Rommie sat at the lower far left table, and Johnny sat at the lower far right table. Everyone had ordered their meal and soon most tables had conversations going.

.:Upper Left Table:.

"So, your ship travels in time and space? Insteresting."

"No more interesting then your ship Dylan. You were stuck at the event horizon of a black hole for 300 years, escaped with the help of a salvage crew. Took those salvagers to be your crew along with a mercenary and attempt to restart a long dead system of government. Now that is adventurous. And you Janeway, your ship was brought to the whole other side of your galaxy into uncharted space. You must be, oh, fifty thousand light years from home? Far more interesting then my adventures, I assure you."

"Really? I would like to hear about some of your travels."

"Alright then, I hope I don't bore you then. Lets see, there was this one time I met the Happiness Patrol..."

.:Middle-Room Center Table:.

'Slurp'Munch'Smack'

"Rygel, if you eat too fast you'll get sick," Stark said with a slight worried expression as he played with the cup of something called 'Root Beer'.

"Three stomachs remember? Stop worrying, you're giving me indigestion."

Scorpious just growled and observed his surroundings.

.:Upper Right Table:.

"Anyway, that's how I got the suit. The aliens told me that it will only work on me and no one else. With as many times as I have lost this suit to enemies, I'm very glad of that. Elsewise, I would be dead."

"So, what exactly can that suit do?" Broots asked curious.

"Lets see, of the ones that I know; Invisiblity, Flying, Super Strength and Speed, Telekinsis, and the ability to find where people are by, um," Ralph lowered his voice embarrassedly and whispered, "By rubbing an item on my head. I get something like physic vibrations or something like that. I probably have more abilities, but I lost the instruction manual."

.:Lower Left Table:.

"Interesting, so you are a former member of a collective of semi-organic, semi-mechanic beings? Fasinating."

"You are also interesting. You are a sentient android. There is only one in all of 300 billion races. He was once assimalated by the Borg, however his crewmen got him back and turned him back to his inferior form. Pity, he would have made an excellant addition to the Hive Mind as the Second."

Tuvok sliently listened as the conversation unfolded as Parker pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. She was obviously ignoring the conversations around her and focusing only on Jarod.

.:Lower Right Table:.

Johnny had ordered a medium rare steak with a side of baked potatoes and green beans, his drink was an ice cold Pepsi. As he sat and ate his food, he observed the groups around him and began to run through the list he had mentally wrote when he met them all. He was about half-way through when he almost nodded off. Time to go to sleep now. He stood up and headed towards one of the two exits from the replicators. Once he got out he spotted what looked like a mall map/direction screen in the middle of the walkway. Stepping over to look at it, he was delighted to find that the map thingy was in english. After locating the way to his room, he turned and headed in that direction. Unbenknownest to him, a peite purple alien left the bar and followed him.

A Few Minutes Earlier At Quark's

"Alright, what's your posion?" O'Brien said as he and Bashier got behind the counter of the bar as people came in.

"What's your strongest stuff?" Hoban asked with Jane in agreement.

"Um," Bashier turned to the cabinet, "I don't think Quark keeps that back here. Ah! But this stuff," he grabbed a bottle with green liquid, "Is close enough. Romulan Ale is illegal, but Quark always seems to get some from somewhere."

O'Brien looked over his shoulder, "Julian, are you sure you want to give them that on their first time out?"

Hoban interrupted Bashiers reply, "Come on, it won't kill me. Will it?"

Bashier shook his head as he poured Jane and Hoban some.

Hoban was the first to drink it followed shortly afterwards by Jane. Immediately he wacked the counter with his fist and started to cough violently as his eyes started to tear up. "Water," he said in a harsh whisper and immediately started to cough again. Next to him Jane had a similar reaction to the vile liquor. O'Brien and Bashier both laughed as they got Jane and Hoban some water from a small beverage replicator.

"Thanks," Jane said horsely after gluping down the refreshing liquid.

"Want some more?" O'Brien said indicating the bottle of Ale.

"Noooo thank you," Jane looked sheepsish, if possible. "However, if you have Vodka or Whiskey, I'll have some of that then."

"Hey, Julian, I'll try some of that Romulan Ale," John said as he walked up to the bar with Aeryn. Hoban looked at him as if he was crazy but kept him mouth shut. Bashier poured a few more glass and gave one to John. John's reaction was more subdued then that of the other two, but a reaction nonetheless. "Wow, thats some pretty powerful dren." At that, one of the observers walked over to the bar and grabbed one. In one swift movement he downed it.

"Hmm, not all that bad. It's lacking something though," Harper paused thoughtfully. "I'll be damned if I know what it is though." He took two more, drank one and gave the other to Trance. "What do you think?"

Trance took the offered drink and looked at it for a moment before drinking. She looked down at the empty glass with a sad look in her eye before looking back up. "Do you think I could have another?"

A shocked Bashier nodded and poured a few more for them. Harper and Trance took the glasses over to the table that Beka had picked. Harper noted that the hot blonde was in conversation with Beka, maybe he'd be able to pull some old Harper charm.

Elsewhere

"Fresh Ghag, Targ, Bloodwine," Worf grunted as he got to the last item and said with disgust, "Dead Ghag."

"Ew," Torres, Ezri and Ethan said in unison.

"Food being dead is a problem?" Tyr asked confused.

"Ghag loses something if you eat it dead," Ethan attempted to explain.

"Ghag worms, when alive, tend to have more flavor then those dead," Ezri tried to clarify.

"If you eat dead Ghag, you are either starving or you're a human." Torres stated bluntly.

"Ah," Tyr replied simply. He turned his attention to Worf who was dividing the Ghag and Bloodwine evenly in five portions. As they ate, silence reigned for a few minutes until Ezri broke it.

"So, Tyr, what race are you from?"

"Nietzscheans, Kodiak Pride," he said automatically as he stared at the food crawling around the plate trying desperately to avoid his fork.

"As in Friedrich Nietzsche?" Ethan asked curiously.

Tyr nodded and began to talk about his great linage...

TBC

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