<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/images/thumb/7/71/Rodansmall.jpg/800px-Rodansmall.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Diplomatic Attache Anatole Kir-Je<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Redemption Angel's Rest<br/><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong>Captain Arik Soong & Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>"I think you misunderstand my position," Anatole said, disappointed that the Captain had assumed he was going to offer himself as a host, should anything happen to Kavash.  "I am not offering a contingency plan.  I intend to make it clear that I am quite opposed to accepting a symbiote.  I have no interest in Joining; I am far too content with my own life to subvert my own being to preserve the life of a symbiote.  I am willing to act as a temporary host but I utterly refuse to host a symbiote beyond the ninety six hour mark.  There is a precedent for a symbiote being hosted temporarily by a human, so that is an additional option.   I intend to make certain that it is stated categorically and well in advance that, if anything happens to Kavash, a plan needs to be in place that does not involve me Joining with Teel.  I was deemed ineligible for Joining.  I refuse to be Joined as last resort to save a symbiote.  I will<em>not </em>allow myself to be deemed 'good enough' only in the case of an emergency.  Yes, Captain, I am saying I am going to hold my life as being equal to any other being in the galaxy and am not willing to give that life up to save another. "<br/><br/>The Captain was an android.  He would see the logic in Anatole's position.  There was no debate; it was his decision and he could not be forced or ordered to allow himself to be Joined.  Was it selfish?  Perhaps.  Perhaps not.  There was a slim chance that he might change his mind if the critical moment arrived but he doubted it.  Teel was a scientist.  He was a diplomat.  They were not compatible anyway.  It would be a tumultuous Joining and both parties would suffer for it.<br/><br/>The Andorian's entrance caught his attention.  Hers was one of the languages he'd never master.  His vocal cords and ears were just not designed to produce or detect the sounds required to speak more than a handful of words.  He'd need to speak to her at some point but there was no need for him to try to impress her with his linguistic ability.  It would be like a two year old trying to impress a Klingon by parroting a growl.  He would rely on her ability to speak<em>his </em>language, as they discussed the appropriate security measures that the ambassador would require.  Now was not the time.  He certainly couldn't just walk away from the Captain after dropping the sort of bomb that he'd just dropped.