<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdT2PCz-fdQ/Ux0r7YN2kuI/AAAAAAAABcA/eF2DAS43BWwt2tvx4Sja3XqgHCYwxQaSgCKgB/s1600/Tigran.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lt Commander Rim Tibbetts<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Redemption Bridge<br/><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong>Kavash Teel & Veyea Fontaine<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>The scar was impressive.  She had seen and overcome pain.  It spoke volumes regarding her character.  He didn't want to compliment her on it.  It was too soon.  He had a great admiration for those who carried the scars they had collected in life.  Poor was he in experience, who went to his grave with a pristine, unmarked body. "I am very pleased to meet you, Lieutenant Commander.  I met the lieutenant at the dock,"  Tibbetts said, his voice a virtual purr.  "And it's Lieutenant Commander Rim.  Like the Bajorans, the family name comes first.  No offense is taken, so there is no need for embarrassment."<br/><br/>He smiled.  He'd learned to do so without showing teeth, something most humans considered a threat.  Small wonder, considering the damage his fangs were capable of doing.  "I was on the USS Kharjo for the past several years, so this won't be my first shipboard posting.  It will be my first voyage as chief science officer.  I'm looking forward to it.  So many new people.  So many new places.  The Kharjo was a purely science vessel.  The Redemption is something completely different.  I'm eager to see what she can do."  The Kharjo had also been a home, her crew a family.  How long would it take for the crew of the Redemption to reach that point?  Would they ever?  It was too soon to tell but the signs were promising.<br/><br/><br/>He could smell her discomfort but none showed on her face.  Even better.  He was beginning to like this warrior of a woman, who refused to allow her discomfort to breach her determination to remain professional.  He had slightly greater freedom of expression; not only was he in the sciences, a field whose discipline was more mental than physical but he was also an alien to the majority of the crew.  Few of them would be able to read more than his most obvious expressions, without a lot of practice.  With time, they would find him an open book, easily read.  For the moment, he could relax, knowing that they were going to miss the small tells that would give away what he was feeling.  Teel would probably know that he was excited and found Veyea's hair and scar fascinating.  Then again, he found the hair of most species fascinating.<br/><br/>He inhaled deeply, drawing her scent into his nostrils.  It was useful that most females wore their hair longer than males.  You could learn so much from the scents that clung to that luxurious growth.  It was unlike fur on so many ways.  How could he not be fascinated by it?  With luck he'd get a chance to get closer, giving him access to those lustrous locks.