<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Redemption Docking Port<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>Un'lar noted the others drifting into the docking port, presumably there for the same reason. To become familiar with their new home, spread out before them, and with the people they would spend an indefinite period of time with. The twin officers, the ships Engineer and Operations. A sad story. Something about it pulled at him. He'd have to sit down and go over the records in further depth at some point. Un'lar didn't make a habit of indulging his curiosities, but if a more indepth review uncovered some substantiation for his hunch, then he'd follow it up. For now, nothing more than a note. Next up was the Diplomat. Unjoined Trill, distinguished service record, little interest in promotion. Officers like him made Starfleet go round. Then entered one of his largest worries. The Counsellor. As with the Chief Science Officer, their purviews overlapped, but to an even greater extent. She existed outside the hierarchy of Sickbay, something that grated at him. Mental health was a component of his responsibilities, and he disliked the odd structuring. A Cardassian trait, he knew. Hierarchies had greater importance to his kind then others. But beyond that, there was also the fact that she was a Half Orion. Even only a partial Orion's pheremones could cause... issues among a crew. Headaches and malaise among female crew members, irrational competitiveness and anger among the males. It bore watching.<br/><br/>However, he was approached, Un'lar turning to the Ensign. Looking at her, her service history flashed before his eyes. He cracked a smile at her naming of him. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who believed in doing their homework. Of course, Un'lar was... a bit more easier to spot then some.<br/><br/>"Ensign sh'Rhynek."<br/><br/>Un'lar inclined his head. His pronunciation was flawless, if a bit mechanical. Un'lar did not speak Andorian (the proliferation of languages in the Federation was another of those things that rubbed him the wrong way) but memorizing the exact way to say a word was fairly easy.<br/><br/>"The same to you. This is your first spaceborne posting, correct?"<br/><br/>His voice was restrained, lacking the blustering edge Cardassian's usually employed. Un'lar did have some traits, but the insistence on the promotion of the ego above all else was not one. Un'lar of course recognized it for what it was. A Cardassian Male was loud, abrasive, and forceful, because these traits indicated fitness to mate. They were hardly the only race to allow their mating rituals to dictate core parts of their culture, but it was amusing from one outside the dating pool.<br/><br/>"While I have you... it appears that you've been scheduled for a physical at the earliest possible convenience. The request was sent to the academy, and passed along to me. Once we get underway, please report to sickbay."<br/><br/>To be frank... it was another thing that had bothered him and he intended to speak to the Ensign in private about it. Why exactly someone from Andor wanted a full medical work up. If there was something of concern, he needed to know. And even with the Ensign's consent, he disliked sending Medical Data off the ship.