<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:</strong>Dock-5<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>mostly Kavash Teel and Anatole Kir-Je<br/><br/><div align="center"><em>Alright, let's try going through this one more time! A Soongh-type android Captain, a Caitian Chief Science Officer, a Joined Trill Operations Officer, an Unjoined Trill assistant to Diplomatic Envoy, a Bajoran Engineer... </em></div><br/>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad was recklessly multitasking again, scrolling over the crew member data she had compiled from both medical and official records. As far as medical records she had access to went, it was rather sparse over all. The crew<em>seemed</em>rather well adjusted, all considered in healthy and strong states of mind, a few usual bumps and dents non-withstanding. This was both good and bad news for her. Good news was that the crew should be off to a racing head start to assist Star Fleet in any way that it could! Bad news was the lack of information also meant a lack of foundation for<em>her</em>assisting<em>them</em>. Each step she took through the Earth Spacedock in her very sensible heeled boots, standard issue, was hasty and excited.<br/><br/>The Orion-<em>muni</em>female, with her missive golden orange hair flowing behind her, was the embodiment of disruption, though it was always quite unintentional. Well, sometimes. Others dodged out of her way, a few spun, and a fewer still ended up bumping her shoulders as she marched past. It all left more than a proper wake of grumbling malcontents behind her. But she hardly could pay attention to all of that nonsense. Her crew! Her new crew! Well, not<em>hers</em>precisely, but almost sort of. She would be the one they came to with complaints and hopes and fears and- Oh she could hardly contain her excitement! All the help she could provide! And this time around as a proper Lt. Commander, so no mistakes!<br/><br/>Not that there were mistakes before precisely, though others often mistook her enthusiasm and natural out-going ways for ill-lit Orion outrageous ostentatious behavior. She didn't think she was showy or overly familiar, though. More often than not her family had chastised her for lacking ambition and desire. As for the easy familiarity, well that was just something of the culture, wasn't it? She was a hugger! She loved to buddy around with others! Of course she was still learning to tamper such behavior down, it was a hard thing to do, rewrite the mannerisms you were raised with.<br/><br/>But the comfort of the others came first and foremost! Her things were most likely already delivered onto the ship, so all she had to worry about was remembering which face went with which name. Though, of course, she was just nervous and needing something to do. In the end she could always, well,<em>feel</em>who was who. Though not completely potent in her kind's telepathic abilities, her diluted was were just enough to give her a hand every now and then. She was no Betazoid, but it certain was useful to have some sort of edge in her line of work. It was easier to help others through their difficult times when you could actually feel what they were feelings. Even if the  testing simulations were far more difficult than the real life situations, since 'simulations' meant it was just a pre-designed situation and therefore her abilities couldn't help her out. Her in-field work had certain helped round her out, even if they had mostly been put to use on spacedocks like this one and not with a set crew on a set ship.<br/><br/>Which was why she was so excited! Upon passing the testing require for her to obtain a true Lt. Commander rank, not just a Junior Grade rank, she was finally<em>finally</em>assigned to a posting on an actual ship! Spacedocks were fine, but they held no excitement or adventure or the sense of moving<em>through</em>space. They just docilely rotated... And they also didn't offer the consistency of having a set group of patients to work with. With a set group, you could go deeper than just the feelings and experiences of right now. You could delve deeper, find key building bricks to what made that person tick. Then help them lay in a bit of mortar to stabilize their life or fill in a few cracks to right a particularly unwanted flaw.<br/><br/>It was thrilling! Of course there were a few highlighted notes in each of the crew member's data she had personalized for her own records and use. The Joined Trill would be fascinating due to his lack of Zhian'tara with his symbiote, not to mention the possible mending there could be needed between his lack of training and his very esteemed symbiote. The two personalities in a single form... Truly compelling! She hoped they would come to her office aboard the ship often. And there was also the Unjoined Trill, as long term guest accompanying an envoy aboard the ship. How would he react to such an uncommon Joined Trill? She would have to make inquiries of his state of being as well.<br/><br/>Looking up at ship, she smiled. Small and perfect. Her first crew! Well, not<em>hers</em>but well, oh it didn't matter!<em>Delbaj'bhar lisk cluros'ot flars! </em>Rough translation: This Lt. Commander would command over the coolness of being amazing. Intended meaning: This Lt. Commander was going to be amazingly awesome at her job. Putting her information to the side, she grinned up at the<em>Redemption</em>like it was her new best friend. Oh she couldn't wait to get to work!<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:</strong> Docking port 5<br/><strong>Interacting (possibly):</strong> Un'lar Adaal<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Rim Tibbetts<br/></div><br/><br/>Tall by human standards, but short compared to Andorian standards, the graceful and delicately lean blue-skinned female separated herself from the bustling crowds of the Earth Spacedock. Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek moved in measured fluidly graceful ways, head held high, half-hooded eyes like green fire opal and set on their destination. She was light on her feet, willowly to human standards, and in drastic heeled boots. Nothing to break protocol, but they were pushing it. It was a height complex. She was shorter than the average of her kind. But her kind had 'legs for days', whatever that meant. It apparently was a compliment, though she could still not understand the true meaning of it. Of course she only had two legs and they were permanently structured and not reduced on the average every day. Her kind did not grow numerous additional limbs. However, the human male that had state such strange compliments had surely known this, so she hadn't taken it literally. And she was glad of it. He had been more than energetic and commanding in bed. He had been a very skilled<em>tezha</em>to have, even just for the night.<br/><br/>Her lips slowly worked into a smile. There was no point to the pleasures humans could give as far as an Andorian's reproductive system work, but it was plenty enjoyable. Her kind, after all, need all four genders to participate in rearing young. Good thing she currently was very uninterested in reproducing, despite being the life-giver of the two female genders. She was also considered rather old not to have participated in a marriage and ritual to reproduce. But the answer to all of that was that she was not interested at the moment. It was extremely selfish, by her societies standards, considering it was extremely difficult to have young, but she wasn't in her society at the moment. She was on the Spacedock heading to her first ship assignment.<br/><br/>As low as an Ensign was, she was hastily desiring leaving the spacedock. Before her very determined<em>Zhavey</em>, or birthing-mother, located her and issued threats of visitation to haul her back to their homeplanet to go through with her 'sacred duty'. Shudder the thought. Everything was too stuck in the past at home. She wanted more<em>tezha</em>relations, not something as serious as the<em>shelthreth</em>of a bonded quad. But her planet's people were nothing if not traditional.<br/><br/>The slender Andorian's antennae, always picking up sensory information around her, found several pin-pointed personnel in the location of the ship she was assigned to. Lifting a delicate and long fingered hand to her short pure white hair, she made sure not a strand was out of place. Best to leave a good first impression. Of course, the impression they gave her, once she actually physically saw them, was of mild satisfaction. They were all reasonably strong looking, each one according to their own race. The Chief Medical Officer was one of her prime interest, right along with the Caitian Science Officer. As strong as her kind was, they tended to tire easily without nutritional supplements to sate their hyperactive metabolisms. Could she go toe-to-toe with either of them? Would it be impolite to ask if they could spare with her had some point? Most likely. Most found the Andorian unleashing of aggression a startlingly overwhelming experience, considering they were always so polite and refined and soft-spoken in casual everyday interactions.<br/><br/>The ship itself was of little concern to her at the moment, her green opal eyes looking from the Caitian who was playfully pestering a Trill (she could never tell Joined from Unjoined) to the stoic Cardassian. Long legs with elegant strides carried her to the Chief Medical Officer's side. Standing by his side, her eyes slide over to him slowly. Ridged and almost a bit scaly, he looked as formidable as most of his broad shouldered kind did.<br/><br/>"Commander Adaal," she greeted him in her soft and gentle voice, "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."