<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br/><strong>Location (traveling from - to):</strong>Dock-5 -<em>Redemption</em><br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>none<br/><br/>Counselor Geshinaa didn't waste anytime. She was shuffling with her things, the rather average Orion-muni too excited to hand back. Her large plume of gold-orange hair and her deep emerald complexion didn't exactly help her blend into the background. Neither did that faint sweet heady scent that ever so faintly clung tight around her like watered down perfume. The curvaceous creature practically skipped ahead, far too excited to restrain herself to professionalism.<br/><br/>The ship was wonderful, her crew was beautiful and everything was finally going her way! Making a bee-line up ahead, she hardly even realized the mirage of confrontation and strife she usually would have noticed and watched with rapt attention. Her interesting Trills were catching first sights of one another and she didn't even realize that she was missing it. Boy would she be disappointed later. Not to mention the Cardassian doc giving his rather oddly pressed handed down requested to a paling Andorian. Or even the playful antics of a Catian meeting a crew mate for the first time. All that, completely missed. Her record of it would be mournful, when entered at a late time.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>Location (traveling from - to):</strong> Docking port 5 - Med Bay onboard<br/><strong>Interacting:</strong> Un'lar Adaal<br/></div><br/><br/><br/><br/>"It is indeed the first posting onboard a starship I have had," she agreed with a graceful and slow incline of her starlight pale head, blue face turning a bit teal with knowledge that a commander knew her name and how to pronounce it properly. And then he mentioned a certain request that had been sent from the academy to him. More specifically something requested of the academy, that had been transferred to him. She paled.<br/><br/>And then all of a sudden Ensign Ithali turned a deep sea blue. The medical officer in command on the ship...had such a request transferred to him! About a full medical scan of her! Her fire opal green eyes flashed. Andorian temper alert! She closed her eyes and pressed her long fingers to her temple. She wanted nothing more than to punch a nice gaping hole into the nearest wall. Not that it was possible, but it about summed up how she was feeling at the moment. She didn't need three guesses to know exactly wanted those scans sent to them. And even less guesses to know who would be pushy and ridiculous enough to use every connection possible to get such an insane request send through so many channels. Instead of focusing on her volcanic anger, she tried more calming and pleasant thoughts. The Commander of the Med Bay knew her name and pronounced it properly. She wouldn't be a complete outcast among this very electric crew. She would be able to find many to spar with among the crew.<br/><br/>Ah, that one did it. Nothing like sparing to settle the temper and calm the mind. Yes, she could do a bit of that later, to put herself at ease. A little more relaxed now, she opened her eyes and looked at Commander Adaal.<br/><br/>"Commander Adaal," her still soft and gentle voice seemed a bit sheepish now, as she turned yet another shade of deep blue, "May we speak in the sickbay?" She didn't particularly wish for all to hear her beg the commander to ignore the request. And her explanation of why would be even more humiliating. Andorians of her homeplanet's particular society may press utmost importance on breeding, but they certainly didn't talk about it in public. She gestured for the commander to lead the way. She would much rather have this over and done with somewhere a bit less public...<br/>