<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitala Oragh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one<br/><br/>Kitala's heartbeat fluttered now that the Vulcan spoke, the words he said were all too true but caused her to feel stabbed in the back by her colleague, an electric flow of discomfort flowing through her body and making her weak in the knees. As the years had passed, she had gotten used to humiliation, to misunderstandings and prejudices about her. Back in the days she had even hid her ridged forehead behind a fringe, something both of her parents had disapproved of and that had looked ridiculous on her face. Over the years, she had built up quite some confidence and had learned how to communicate with people in a friendly manner, but had attached herself a little too much to her last crew. Her friends had chosen a different path, each living a happy life now and putting enough trust into her. Was she really incapable of living a normal life without constant guidance...? His words stabbed her, each one leaving a bigger hole than the one before. Kitala remembered things from her past, her youth spent under the Tuscan sun, her first memories being those of running around the house with her father chasing her, teaching her how to groan but unfortunately being unable to bring out more than shallow sounds as her mother laughed at the two of them. Her Academy days in which she had excelled in each of her classes, skilled in the martial arts she studied, wanting to keep a starship from being attacked in the future. Her friendship with Riker and her endless respect for Captain Picard... All of the years in which she had struggled to balance things out, all of her effort to be humane yet a strong Klingon woman... It got burned down when Commander Var'ishiel calmly spoke out the words that she knew were right, but hurt her deeply.<em>halfbreed, exaggerated... lack the appropriate cultural ties... poorly...</em>, it didn't quite get to her. She felt numb, and in that flash of total rage, she turned around and roared, for the first time in her life acknowledging her Klingon self and banging her head against Commander Var'ishiel's, trying to push him over and feeling how - as un-Klingon as it was - tears trickled down over her cheeks. "My name, is Lieutenant Oragh to you. I do not wish to be addressed as "the halfbreed"," She shouted louder than she ever had before, having wanted to contain herself and realising how stupid and emotionally unstable she was and must look like to the other people on the bridge, all of which she knew would be staring at her. "Do you just not understand that sometimes you have to keep out of other people's business, you pointy-eared, ápáthetic-" She tried to add, but got cut off.<br/><br/>Kitala had never felt this odd. She was a decent woman and could be a very nice conversational partner, and to be honest, the whole thing had gotten much worse because she<em>did</em>lack any sort of appropriate cultural ties, being brought up by parents of different descent. It was something she was to blame for herself, as she could have just obeyed her Captain's order without hesitating. Thinking things over, she knew she had been wrong for disobeying her, knowing that the Captain knew what was best for her crew like a mother knew what is best for her children. Doubting that hadn't been a smart thing to do, Kitala found that out soon. Very soon.