Complications

"War?", he asked. Dax's inquiry was half-hearted as he sat on the stool, navigating the menus of the touch screen in front of him. He finally pressed down on a selection with a flourish of finality as he picked his poison, and hunched over to watch the android mix his cocktail.

"Yup, happened yesterday. Our smart and capable leaders decided they wanted to annex a planet in the Pavlee system."

Dax lazily tilted his head from its resting place on his palm -propped up by his arm- to notice the words come from what appeared to be another 'droid.