Alimentary, My Dear Watson
After leaving the docking area,
Storvik made his way to the nearest bar. He saw a crowd in the corridor as he approached the oddly-named "So Long And Thanks For All The Fish". He made his way through the crowd, and found
Lothar unconscious on the floor, about seven point four meters from the entrance to the bar. He ordered the spectators to move back.
"Storvik to
Mib Khan," the Vulcan said, activating his comm badge. "I have located Lothar. He is unconscious, and outside of a bar - in all likelihood, he has run out of alcohol. Use your medical transporter, and focus on my co-ordinates."
Storvik heard the familiar whine of a transporter, but it did not beam him and his counsellor to
Starbase 668's sickbay as he had expected. Instead, a plastic helmet appeared on the floor between Storvik and Lothar, with a container of alcohol attached to each side and a long Y-shaped flexible straw leading from both containers. An attached note said "Place on Lothar. Straw goes into any convenient alimentary orifice."