<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>Starship One Temporary Quarters/USS Redemption Docking Port<br/><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong><br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>Un'lar awoke to the sounds of Bach, his preferred choice among the Human Composers. Simple, elegant, without the fearsome emotions that Beethoven or the overly thematic music of Motzart. Bach was the sound of logic, the music of numbers, of harmony. He found that transcended cultures far more then many composers. His lights activated at the ten second mark, far dimmer than standard. The quarters themselves were warm, and humid, at the limits of what the system would allow to be honest. While, for the day, Un'lar worked with the Federation standard, he chose to awake in a way that suited his species. His steps were steady, as he moved through his morning routine, a practiced set of rituals, scanning through PADDs as he took care of the necessary steps to ready him to face the day. He could feel a deep seated annoyance... particularly in the mornings, he was a creature of habit. The quarters on Jupiter Station had been his home for quite some time, and he had grown accustomed to them. These were not to different, but enough to bother him. However, he focused, becoming dressed. In the end, the differences failed to even add a minute to his time. Today was it. He could have taken a shuttle to his new assignment, but he saw no need. The USS Geromino had been going this way, so Un'lar had caught a ride, not even leaving the Teleport Pad as he waited to be dropped off. He'd been dropped off the night before, and had visited Starfleet Medical during the day, checking up on several of the Doctors running experiments he was curious about. He could have just waited for the publications, but part of his missed being part of the cutting edge of Research. Not enough though to make him ever doubt his choice. Jupiter Station had not been his ideal posting, but it had given him the experience needed at commanding a shift to get the true position he desire. His own sickbay.<br/><br/>The Redemption was not his first choice either, but he was not particularly dissatisfied with the post either. The ship was small, his Doctors and Nurses little more than a handful. But while it was no Nebula, the Redemption would undertake a wide variety of missions. Un'lar was confident his time aboard would be... interesting, to say the least. In all the ways that word forbode. Un'lar had timed his awakening well. He walked out into the quarters. A younger him had taken to avoiding primary corridors in his academy days. Not because he was scared, or particularly worried. Or concerned about his feelings for that matter. But being jostled and such had the habit of slowing you down. Un'lar was an adult now, and had come to a decision. If people wished to jostle, let them. He wasn't going to hide and slink about. For one, it just played into the perception of him as a spy. For the other, he outranked most people. Of course, there were every so often those that contemplated more then jostling (Bajoran's commonly, but not exclusively. The War had not been kind to anyone.) But Un'lar had learned to spot the signs of that.<br/><br/>Un'lar walked into the viewing room, the vessel stretching out beside them. Huge compared to them... but still. She was little more then a quarter of the mass of a Sovereign. He gave the other two officers a nod. He knew them. One of the gifts of Cardassian education, an eidetic memory ensured that. Lieutenant Kavash Teel, a joined Trill without initiate training. Un'lar made a note to contact the Symbiosis Commission, and push for details if the Zhian'tara had been completed. If not, observing the process could be fascinating. Lieutenant Commander Rim Tibbets, the Vessels Chief Science Officer. A Caitian. Extremely good hearing, sense of smell. Un'lar would have to make efforts to win him over. Medical and Science had more overlap than many departments, and he had training in Xenobiology, which would make him an interesting conversational companion. He provided a brief nod to both, but returned his eyes to the vessel. Giving Kavash and Teel's experience with Cardassian's, Un'lar had no particular interest in forcing contact. For now he just looked out at the vessel...