<div class="floatleft">(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="floatleft"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Lounge<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Captain Arik Soong, Lt Cdr Maddie Fontaine, Lt Kroken Liara, Dp. Att. Anatole Kir-Je</div><br/><br/><br/>Ithali moved as many of her kind did, with perfect fluidity in every motion and absolute grace in every step. Her hands were folded in front of her, slender neck holding her head up high. The azure of her skin was a gentle blue, the color of ancient ice, frozen for so long that there was no long air or light it could remember. Her snow colored hair was short, cut softly, each stand like the colorless silken spinnings of a spider's web. The Andorian had come here hoping for a moment's peace to mull over the actions of her<em>zhavey</em>and the embarrassing predicament it had placed her in with the ship's doctor.<br/><br/>But of course there were already others here who had once had similar ideas as hers. One of the Trill (which she was most uncertain as they bore many of the same traits Humans and Bajoran had), another male, and two females. Her antennae moved, but she was surprised when the frequency she picked up from the second male were neither human nor really<em>living</em>. It felt and sounded more like a machine. Ah. Perhaps because he was. This must be the captain. It only made sense, since the only one who was more machine than living organic creature was the captain.<br/><br/>Well, all in all, everyone seemed paired up and enjoying themselves, so the Andorian female quietly slipped over to the replicator. She looked at the machine. Too bad it couldn't pick up on Andorian language, what with all the pitches that couldn't be picked up by the human ear. That was the trouble with things made by humanoids who had limited auditory sensing. It wasn't their fault really. The beauty of the whispering language that the Andorians was lost on them, through no fault of their own. They simply could never enjoy it because they couldn't hear half of it. So, in turn, they couldn't approach how to incorporate such language into their systems and machines. Yet, anyway.<br/><br/>"Andorian ale, please," her soft voice fell like a morning's first snow. The machine hummed in compliance. One drink shouldn't hurt. Her metabolism was running faster than usual, due to all the human-centric environmental stressors anyway. Or so the doctor had told her. She should probably eat once more too. Losing a little weight would be nice, but the doctor had stated plainly that she didn't need to lose anything, and certainly not in such a dangerous fashion. For one reason or another she wanted to listen to him.<br/>