<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b2/Alanahrei_header.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Commander Alanah Rei (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Alanah_Rei)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>On the edge of a path, crouching by a dying cactus<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Star date 41056, early evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Anyone<br/><br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alanah was where she could usually be found: in the Arboretum. Of course, it was her job to make sure that everything ran smoothly here, that the vegetation thrived in a balanced way, but she also found peace among the plants. Plants had no thoughts, no feelings or at least none that she could sense through telepathy or empathy. Plants were also quite simple: good soil, good fertilizer, the right temperature… This one, however, escaped her understanding completely.<br/><br/>She had taken a sample of the vegetation, like she normally would on any new planet and had found this beautiful cactus with long blades for leaves that had a bluish tinge to it. After a thorough testing for toxicity, parasites, and any other potential issues that the introduction of new plants could cause in the arboretum, Alanah had decided that it was safe to introduce one specimen and see how it would fare in an open environment. So far, as a potted plant under observation, it had not grown at all – although Alanah knew that it could come as tall as a man and was now just barely a hand tall – but it had survived. In the arboretum, however, it was withering quickly; the firm blades growing as soft as overcooked pastas and losing their blue tinge to become a dull greyish green akin to the color of mold.<br/><br/>“What am I going to do with you? What is it that you lack or don’t like here?” She asked the plant softly. “Is it the grass? Or the lighting? Or the soil?” Alanah was one to talk to plants and strangely enough, their lack of answer back was something she enjoyed; who wouldn’t want a bit of mystery in their life? “The temperature is similar to your planet, the lighting is more than enough for photosynthesis compared to what you are used to. The dirt in the lab is poorer than the soil here… would that be it? Hmm…” Alanah was wearing the blue shirt of a science officer, but the rest was standard issue black pants and footwear. She had her dark hair tied high on the back of her head, and falling free in loose curls down her back. She wore no makeup; Alanah rarely ever did.<br/> </div><br/>