Star Trek: Cygnus


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Posted on Wed Dec 30th, 2020 @ 11:35pm by Lieutenant JG Lisald Vaat

Mission: Shoreleave 1
Location: Starbase 514, Promenade

Starbase 514

"Bless the Prophets, what is that?!" Vaat yelled to the storekeeper, holding his hands hard to his ears, blocking them from the onslaught of noise. He knew he had yelled, but the cacophony was so loud and intense that he could not hear a word coming from his own lips.

The shopkeeper had undoubtedly heard him, for he was not even holding his ears from the flood of sounds coming from the speakers. "Its called 'Rock and Roll', from ancient Earth," he said in response. "This particular musicians' was named 'Elvis Priestly,'" he said. "From my extensive knowledge of music and of the era, he had a huge cult following, nearly worldwide, and people worshipped him much like you worship your Prophets. I think that is why he was called Priestly."

"Well I don't like it, not one bit!" Vaat yelled back. Elvis Priestly was screaming at the top of his lungs about being in a jailhouse, certainly not a place that Lisald would imagine a priest, even one that screamed at the top of his lungs to be heard.

The shopkeeper turned the music, if you wanted to call the noise that, down so the two could have a normal conversation. "I think you could learn to love it, Lieutenant. This is classical Rock, one of the defining genres of Earth music. You would very likely be the only one on your ship to have his complete works! Its that rare and special," he said, trying to goad Vaat into buying.

"Sir, with respect, we Bajorans had great symphonic music and master musicians long dead before humans had learned to farm arable land. And let me tell you, that stuff right there," he said, pointing to the speaker, "Is not music. I doubt even a Klingon would find that appealing," referring to the terrible and awful Klingon Opera that permeated any Klingon establishment. "And you are likely right I would be the only one to have it. It's terrible!"

The shopkeeper held up his hands in surrender. "Ok, ok, I get it. I see you are a Bajoran of exquisite taste. Here, lets try this, anther Earth favorite, but this I think you will surely like!" He leaned over and pulled another chip from the stack and slid it into the ancient speaker.

A warbling voice came out of the speaker, with rudimentary vocals, elementary lyrics and downright childish music play.

Vaat looked to the shopkeeper in disbelief. "Really? 'There is a tear in my beer because I'm crying for you, dear'," Vaat parroted back to the shopkeeper. "Thanks, but I'll pass. Have a good day," he said, turning and leaving.

"Wait," the shopkeeper called after him. "This is Hank Hill Williams! Considered the Godfather of the American Country music!"

Vaat wasn't interested and kept walking, looking for somewhere else to blow his gold-pressed latinum and Federation credits.

Lieutenant (jg) Lisald Vaat
Chief Science Officer
USS Cygnus


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