<strong>Location: </strong>Mess Hall<br/><br/>Empola (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6446770#msg6446770)<br/><br/>"Please do" Empola flourished a wave to the chair opposite before taking a sip of her coffee<br/><br/>She sat back as the man assumed the chair but talked beyond a whisper, so others could hear if any were trying to eaves drop<br/><br/>""I just gave a request to the science division to create something that others can see which could nullify my ability to read anyone's mind, not sure if others like their feeling being felt, but well perhaps I will see what they can make up. So far none like the idea of talking for me that long. It does seem they feel I must be some secret agent spying on their intentions"<br/><br/>She laughed<br/><br/>"Secret ? Yes. I have a secret mission alright, so secret I'm not even allowed to know about it, and all those that do asked to stay away from me to prevent the risk of me accidentally finding out"<br/><br/>At this her meal arrived, normally meals were replicated on the spot fully presented, but currently some minor competition of cadets trying their hand at following recipes using archaic pots and pans was some current novelty. A bet most likely, none that any in particular seemed to be close to winning. What you got from what you ordered was random at best.<br/><br/>What was presented in front of her seemed ... soup ? She had ordered a salad.<br/><br/>With a shrug she began eating anyway. "Salad Soup, interesting" she lifted an eye brow.<br/><br/>"Commander, firstly before you talk I want to make a few things clear, I know girls who say things like this are assumptous like superstars feeling they own the world but the opposite is true in my case. I know I am pretty and strange and have a unique talent, and being all dolled up in a  white uniform is a novelty blowing its whistle, I dont feel I am superior in any way to others, my time has been spent refining telepathic and emotive reading instinctively. I dont know when I am doing it, I dont know when its rude, but when I am its just me fusing thoughts with another I dont juggle a different set judging them, it doesnt work like that.  Secondly"<br/><br/>Empola lifted a long finger, again polished in a semi-transparent pearl color<br/><br/>"I greatly respect any one that attempts to talk to be beyond just acknowledging my presence, if its for crude hopes or kindness or some plan I can be a part of I don't care, I dont judge. Thirdly because I can know others thoughts and feelings doesnt make me an expert in people, anything that makes you feel your mind and heart is in a whirlwind will just put me in the same state. Forthly ...<br/><br/>I am honoured to have company, and greatly hope command can make use of me soon, I dream of being invited onto the bridge to help read othes we are dealing with when stakes are high. And last but certainly not least .. "<br/><br/>She put her spoon down in the soup and pushed it away, to shortly brush the corners of her mouth with a serveit<br/><br/>"The salad soup is terrible, I highly recommend you try your luck with another order"<br/><br/>She then grinned and sipped her coffee again<br/><br/>"I can focus on not reading you by listening to you talk while focusing on others in the room that are frustrated, which I am doing now. As you can imagine I am finding adjustment here socially pretty hard, but then again in the scheme of things I shouldn't complain I dont actually have to work, when I am working Im just myself knowing things. it always works so I dont understand trials and tribulations, frustration, shared goals, team dynamics that sort of thing. Others here do, I respect that grandly and can't match that, it feels strange feeling so different being specialized in what others can relate to if they do want to talk of it, not assume.<br/>Hmm everyone has so many negative assumptions, 10 negative thoughts about life and themselves to everyone positive one. Such a shame, people are so much more wonderful than that, if they could read and know what I do each would know each other here wants to help and be part of something more than their own objectives. So much potential if everyone just trusted each other a little more. Anyway enough about me venting, how are you Commander ? Has the trip been interesting to you so far ?"<br/><br/>Although her words seemed arrogant, for he indeed was a commander,  she didn't give off a feeling of higher-than-tho loftiness that one would associate with her sentences. She just seemed a little out of the woods and lost herself. Like anyone who has their own compass spinning and needs to nail down some stake in the sand somewhere to align oneself to and reset something internal.<br/>