<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/Andoran_Female_portrait_150x200.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Chief Petty Officer Par (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/KalinaPar_zh%27Yor)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Table near the view screens, with Maira<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ensign Maira Snowpaw, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The concept of being guided by her ancestors was not a new one to the Andorian. She nodded and shrugged. "My Ch'pa died fighting the Dominion. My Zh'ma died fighting the Borg. She was not assimilated, I saw the recording of her ship self destructing, and taking a Borg sphere with it! My Sh'ma and Th'pa are both still alive though". Par smiled and noticed that the human did not pull her hand away. She held it gently. "But if the spirits of my two parents and your one are looking at us now, I hope they approve". She smiled softly and caressed the palm of Maira's hand.<br/><br/>"Klingon food is ... something of an acquired taste". The Andorian said with a small chuckle. "Most humans will look at it and loose there appetite. But it is actually very tasty. And you know, your bread? it is made with a type of bacterium called a yeast?" She shuddered. "You eat soured, mouldy lactation from a ruminant herbivore, you drink the same lactation. You eat the vomit of a certain species of insect, and you eat the aborted foetuses of avians..." She smirked. "My advice to you, pretty Maira, is not to think about what you are eating, but to simply eat it. If you do not enjoy the taste and texture then so be it, but if you do, then you can think about what it is and what it looks like..."<br/><br/>Par giggled and added, "Perhaps I should blind fold you and feed you small samples of different foods?"<br/><br/>Maira talked about her ambitions and Par nodded. "Indeed, there are several such mechanicals now recognised as a new species within the federation, they are self aware and intelligent. They have the same rights as any other federation citizen now, with one exception, that they are unable to reproduce." Par nodded wisely. "Ensign Snowpaw, I consider your ambitions to be noble and achievable and I look forward to one day being transporter chief aboard a vessel commanded by yourself!" She giggled and breifly released Maira's hand tt brush the gold coloured cloth of the human's sleeve that marked her out as command track, then touched her own red top that marked her as a specialist and not command.<br/><br/>"I would enjoy helping you achieve your ambitions, because, sadly, mine have all been achieved and I am unlikely to progress further. I have an ambition to keep from getting in trouble again and making senior chief or master chief, but I regret that this is unlikely to happen". The blue skinned Zhen shrugged. The entire time she was talking and listening, both her antennae were pointing directly at the Navaho.<br/><br/>Finally, she could wait no longer and with a blush and a dip of her cranial appendages, she said softly, "I mentioned that I am from a race with four genders, I am Zhen, and we normally mate with the Shen, who are mostly female". Par inclined her head to one side. "Your race has only two genders, yet I understand that it is not uncommon for males to be with males and females with females. Would you consider...." She paused and drank the last of her glass of ale. "Would you consider me?"