<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/images/thumb/7/71/Rodansmall.jpg/800px-Rodansmall.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Diplomatic Attache Anatole Kir-Je<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Redemption Docking port<br/><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong>Open<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>The crew was starting to gather.  Already there were a handful clustering around the entrance to the docking collar.  Eventually, one of them would take the plunge and board the ship.  It was as if they were all standing around waiting for permission.<br/><br/>He'd been on board several times already, preparing the ambassador's quarters, making sure everything was squared away.  With that done, he was taking the opportunity to do what he did best; unobtrusively loiter and observe the crew as they gathered.  Many would be coming from long term assignments, places that they thought of as home and crews that they thought of as family.  This would be a new home and a new family.  There were bound to be growing pains.<br/><br/>Technically he was outslde the chain of command.  He would follow orders of course; there was no point in trying to work against the established protocol, even if the amabassador was the only one who had true authority over him.  The captain would, of course have the ultimate authority on the ship, unless the matter directly concerned the diplomatic corps.  Ah, politics.  It was said that to err is human but to really foul things up, you needed a computer.  Whoever had said that hadn't considered the damage a politician could do.<br/><br/>His eyes picked out the Trill, clearly Joined.  It was an observation, rather than a point of envy.  Most Trill aspired to be joined although so few qualified.  Anatole had known early on that he didn't qualify and had simply moved on with his life.  There was no point bemoaning the fact that he would never be paired with a symbiote.  He had much better things to focus his time on than what-might-have-beens.<br/><br/>Beyond the Trill, the rest of the crew seemed wildly diverse.  A Caitian, A Cardassian a pair of humans that bore a familial resemblence; he'd even heard tales that the captain was going to be an android.  Normally he would have considered that to be a baseless rumour but the source had been unimpeachable.  It would be interesting to say the least, similar to but not exactly like having a Vulcan commanding officer.  It seemed likely to be an interesting assignment.  At the very least it would allow him to gain some practice with some of the languages he spoke, if not learn several more.