<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 Sick Bay<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>Un'lar did not stand up, listening to the Orion. The polar opposite of the Ensign. Soft Blues and Whites, muted emotion, fear of offense. Vivid Greens and reds, a sense that her emotion was always a second away from overwhelming her, the complete confidence of someone who knew how she fit in everywhere. Un'lar could imagine spending time with her being exhausting, though perhaps in a pleasant manner for some.<br/><br/>"A Doctor's duties never cease. Mostly though, it was just me being excessively overbearing.  I'm fairly certain the Ensign would have corrected matters before there was any danger."<br/><br/>He didn't mention anything about the matter that had actually brought Ithali into Sickbay. If the Andorian felt the need to share the information with the Counsellor, she could make that choice herself. Un'lar kept confidences. That was one of the first things they hammered into you. And one that the Cardassian in him took to well, even if they hoarded secrets for other reasons then Doctor-Patient confidentiality. He did note the Counsellor's look... for her airs of furious energy and tempestuous emotion, she was a Starfleet Officer. There was intelligence there, proof that she'd passed the tests the same as any officer. He shook his at her question.<br/><br/>"Oh my, no. They didn't call me that because I was stubborn. They called me that because four members of the class had lost both parents in the fall of the Seventh Fleet alone. If I hadn't gotten that nickname, I would have received another. Potentially even worse. It is difficult to translate Tellarite to make it insulting, as I'm sure you know."<br/><br/>He interlaced his fingers as he looked at the Counsellor.<br/><br/>"Kindness had nothing to do with it. They are likely quite kind people. People who enter Starfleet Medical usually are. For those with ambition and desire, Tactical offers a far better path to command then Medical ever will. But I was not just some Stubborn idiot. I was a Cardassian. The Dominion War left scars across the entire Federation. This Vessel carries more than a few of them. Seeing me just brought back memories of Jem'hadar and Cardassian boots on Betazed, millions dead. I harbor them no ill will."<br/><br/>Un'lar's kept his voice low throughout this. The emotions were restrained, as someone talking through a historical event, which though horrifying, had nothing to do with them. Which was not Un'lar's point of view, but held overtones of it. He was a Federation Citizen. His parents had been part of the War Effort on Starbase 8, after his home was evacuated in the early stages of the war. They had worked with Starfleet Intelligence, providing aid in deciphering Cardassian codes (while purely numerical codes were easily cracked, those based on Cardassian Literature could actually prove resistant to most analysis. One had used a complex sequence of numbers to denote passages of the Never Ending Sacrifice.)