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				Title: <strong>Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>25-05-2017, 07:07:24</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i.imgur.com/BScWKTY.png)</div><br><br>Congratulations Cadet for completing the Starfleet Academy Preparatory Program Your acceptance into Starfleet Academy has been completed and we await your arrival at the Academy Campus in San Francisco, Californa, Earth, no later than Stardate 90586.43. On behalf of all faculty on campus we wish you the best journey through the Starfleet Academy and hope we can help thrust you on a meaningful career in Starfleet and the Federation.<br><br>Upon arrival at the Academy, campus head to the registrar's office to select your major and receive your room assignment and uniform. Uniforms must be worn at all times on campus from the hours of 0400 to 1700, weekends are the only exception. if you are still unsure about your major attached is a List of the available courses and majors, as well as the mandatory courses all freshmen are required to attend<br>Sincerely, <br>Ferris Aldherrman<br>President of Starfleet Academy<br><br><br>This is it, after years of planning and vigorous studying you have finally been accepted into Starfleet Academy for the new year, you will have many trials ahead of you. as you rush to get everything packed you take another look at a copy of the admissions form you filled out months ago<br><br>Name:<br>Age:<br>Species:<br>Gender: <br>Home Planet:<br>Sexuality:<br>Appearance:<br>Personality:<br>What major are you thinking of pursuing:<br><br>and attached along with it, the short essay that the application team required about yourself<br><br>Bio:<br><br>Soon enough you had everything ready to go, and you made your way towards whatever method of transportation you were using to get to earth and soon enough arrived on campus along with the other new freshmen to start your career in Starfleet, that is if you can last to graduation.<br><br>(first image graciously created by Miscellany)<br><br>Here is the OOC for this RP this also where you can find another version of the CS and see the accepted characters&nbsp; https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=259751.0<br><br><br>Map of the campus: (http://i.imgur.com/bs43nDC.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravenhawk</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 15:27:40</strong>
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				After debarking from the commuter shuttle that had deposited him and several other cadets on one of the many landing pads near Starfleet Academy's administration building. Shouldering his pack and tugging his uniform jacket straight, he went in and checked in, receiving his room assignment and being informed his cadet uniforms from the boarding school would need new insignia, but otherwise met the academy's regulations. <br><br>Following the map on his tablet, he quickly found his room and seeing no one else was here yet, selected one of the two beds, and unpacked his gear, stowing his neatly folded clothing away. He then settled in at one of the desks, transferred the schematics for his current design to the desk terminal, and started examining the exploded view of one of the legs, tweaking the design, and wondering when he might have a chance to use one of the hololabs for design testing.
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				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>03-06-2017, 18:08:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br>Name: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br>Location: Star Fleet Academy front of Campus entrance<br>Tagging: Open<br><br><br><br>The hum of the shuttle was deep and comforting, making me take in a deep, settling breath. My bag sits next to me as the shuttle shakes a bit, the air of San Francisco shaking the shuttle a bit. The pilot assures us we're fine. I had no worries about it. The shuttle didn't scare me. With a noise of the shuttle hitting the pad, the engines humming ceasing and the ship settling softly. The door in the back lowers and lets us out. My feet touch the landing pad and I shoulder my bag, having a look around. <br><br>Salty air blows off from the bay and through my long raven hair. It's cool and calming and smells of freshness. I turn out to the railing, looking at the bay. Seagulls call while flying over the blue waters. I nod with a soft smile and make my way inside. Cadets and Star Fleet officers are everywhere, walking at a fast pace. This is absolutely amazing. Looking up, ceiling is high with large windows all around the facility. The Star Fleet and Federation symbols are large on the wall. I move to the center desk to get my assigned room. <br><br>"Welcome to Star Fleet, cadet! What's your name, please?" The woman sitting at the desk beams. <br><br>"T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai." I say in a soft voice. The woman nods and looks down to a PADD. She scrolls through the long list of names. She makes an affirmative noise. <br><br>"Ahhh, here you are. You'll be in room 105. You have a roommate. Her name is Nillent Moiran. Go get settled in, I'll be here if you have any questions." She smiles and I nod my thanks. <br><br>I begin down the corridor to the turbo lift and the third floor. More cadets file in and I give a polite smile as the turbolift goes up. It opens on the third floor and I walk down the hallway, looking for my room. I find it and I type my ID number into the keypad. <br><br>"Welcome to Star Fleet Academy, cadet. This room is now programmed to you." The female computer voice says. <br><br>I look around the room. It has a bathroom, two beds, two night stands, and two dressers. The walls are bare, making it easier to decorate as you please. I set my bag down on the bed on the far side of the room, against the wall. I sit down and begin to unpack, settling in. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 02:37:52</strong>
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				Alric Dorn disembarked last from a shuttle carrying several other cadets. He carried a bag with him, but it was only filled with needful things: personal toiletries, clothing, and PADDs with study material. There were no personal effects to be found within that bag - there was nothing to really denote that the possessions within belonged to a person with a unique history. Dorn carried no items whose value was more sentimental than utilitarian. One could attribute this to his species - he was a Cardassian - but the simple truth was that he was just one of many Cardassians who had no true personal items that spoke to their individuality. <br><br>How much that marked him apart was something that Dorn had noted through subtle observation of other Cadets. Humans seemed to have amassed many items of deeply personal value - items peculiar to their homeworld or that held significance to some deeply important event in their life. Even the Vulcans Dorn encountered had cherished personal items - though Dorn doubted that the Vulcans would characterize the purpose of these items in anything other than rigorously logical terms. An item that aided meditation had utility, even if there was no other purpose and it only helped one person. Ergo, through logic, it was not a sentimental curio.<br><br>Dorn had time to think about this. No one approached him to speak during the shuttle landing. It was the same as on much of his journey to Earth. There had been one incident where an Andorian had picked a fight with Dorn - despite Dorn being almost twice the Andorian's size. That had been a good fight. The two had ended up in sick bay it seemed as though there might have been basis for common ground between them, but the Andorian had a Bajoran friend and Dorn knew there was no possibility as soon as that Bajoran visited the Andorian. <br><br>The Cardassian followed at a distance the other cadets who went to check in with Academy personnel posted to take care of receiving the year's new students. He waited stoically and at arm's distance from the cadets in front of him. He overheard one of them murmur something unflattering about him - no other species was likely to be referred to by the epithet 'spoonhead' - and he maintained a detached look of self-assurance. The Cardassian did not make eye contact with the other cadets. The atmosphere of Earth was setting him ill at ease - too warm, too bright - and he felt a familiar twinge of discomfort at being around so many different species that he was sure every Cardassian felt at some level. They were Other and he was out of place. They were out of place. It was a state of affairs that left Dorn feeling a certain amount of anxiety that he kept concealed beneath a smug veneer that no one cared to try and scratch the surface of.<br><br>At last it was his turn, and Dorn walked with a straight-backed, long-legged swagger. "Alric Dorn." The Cardassian began, cutting himself just short of introducing himself as a member of the 13th Order. He was no longer, but it had so long been a part of his identity - the majority of his identity - that it took an effort not to append it. The Tellarite behind the desk glances up and snorts through porcine nostrils, consulting a PADD and grunting in mild surprise. The seated male gave Dorn his room assignation and waved the Cardassian away with barely disguised impatience.<br><br>He approached a turbolift. At seeing his advance, the other cadets within purposefully closed it and set it on its course, forcing the Cardassian to wait for another. As the door closed, Dorn gave everyone inside what they expected to see: a smug, condescending smirk at the antics of children that he was surely above. And why not?
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				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 04:11:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://f9view.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Karen-Gillan-Hair-Color.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Just outside the academy&gt;Heading through the front doors<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=217366091[/URL) with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Her parents<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Her roommate <br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><br>Rosalyn stood staring up at the enormous building she'd seen so many times before, you were bound to see the Academy quite a bit when your parents were both Admirals... she'd always waited so patiently for the day it would be her turn. She'd had her stuff send ahead to her dorm room the other day, a display of eagerness as her Aunt Seven had said... Rosalyn wasn't entirely sure if that was a compliment or not...<br><br>“Let's go in, sweetheart, we'd love to meet your new roommate with you”<br><br>Rosalyn turned with wide hazel eyes as she issued her mother a 'omg!' kind of expression “Mom, no... I'm just meeting this girl for the first time, can we not intimidate her with my mom and dad the Admirals? Please? So not great for a first impression! Tell her dad.”<br><br>Chekotay grinned lightly and wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulders “She's right, Kathryn, let our little Rosie stretch her wings a little bit, hm? She doesn't need mom and dad clinging to her in front of all her fellow cadets for the first time they meet her”<br>Kathryn Janeway sighed softly and smiled, nodding “Alright, alright, you're both right. Just keep in touch with us, darling, we want to hear all about all of your new experiences and your new friends... we love you so much, honey”<br><br>Oh that did it, that got her right in the feels, that look in her mother's eyes and the sincere heartfelt emotions in her words... she really did have the most amazing and most loving mother in the galaxy, both of her parents were so precious to her, she was a lucky daughter and she knew it well.<br>“Oh mom, I love you too” Rosalyn murmured, striding towards her mother and meeting the graying redhead in a big tight hug “I'll try to call you and dad every night, if not every other day. I promise”<br>She withdrew from her mother and turned to her father, reaching up to trace the Native American design above his eye lovingly with her finger “Watch your diet while I'm gone, okay? Lay off the sweets”<br><br>Chekotay chuckled and pulled his daughter into a big hug before partially withdrew and kissing his daughter's forehead, he reluctantly withdrew then and smiled “No matter what happens, baby girl... your mother and I love you and we will always, always be so proud of you”<br>Smiling at the both of then, Rosalyn drew in a nervous deep breath and then released it slowly “Alright, I am going to go in now. Go talk to your Starfleet pals or whatever, maybe go out to dinner. Fun, you remember fun, right?”<br><br>Kathryn grinned and gently shook her head at her daughter “Go on now, you”<br><br>Rosalyn returned her mother's grin and then turned from them, striding with sure steps that each one carried her towards her future and her ultimate destiny.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 04:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br>Name: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai <br>Location: Third floor quarters corridore<br>Tagging: Alric Dorn<br><br><br><br>I finish up with my bag. Everything is put away. I have sparse personal effects on my side of the room. There's a candle and some incense, a mat for meditation, a homemade blanket from my mother. I nod, happy with how it looks and I exit the room. The door hisses softly as the doors open. I turn to leave the room and I find myself impacting into a person I did not know was there. My face smashes right into the persons chest. I pull back, a faint green tint to my cheeks. <br><br>"I'm sorry!" I say, looking up to a Cardassian. I had not expected that. I'm not scared, more curious actually. "Wow..." I whisper to myself. I step back, realizing I'm still literally on his feet and I fumble for words.
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 04:47:35</strong>
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				The unexpected impact saw Dorn brace himself to keep from falling over. He flexed several muscles at once. The source of the contact seemed to be a young Vulcan female, and Dorn cocked his head to one side as she apologized. The Cardassian smoothed the shirt of his cadet uniform in a slow gesture, projecting a calm confidence. "It is of no importance." Dorn said with an affectedly casual dismissal. He debated ascribing her actions to logic in an attempt to appear gracious, but discarded it as being over the top. He also doubted it would be taken as such.<br><br>The Cardassian took a moment to glance down at his shoes. It was a subtle check and he noted mentally that they would need to be polished to remedy her standing upon them. His bag contained a brush and polish. <br><br>Dorn glanced around the hallway. It did not seem that they were observed. He felt a trickle of anxiety that he tried not to show, keeping his face just this side of arrogant. "My name is Alric Dorn. I have only recently arrived . . . and I was of a mind to head to the mess hall for some refreshment. Would you care to join me?" The man asked, the left corner of his mouth turning upwards into a half-smile that showed a few very white, straight teeth.
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				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 05:17:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br>Name: T'Rean Valitreah T'Gai<br>Location: Third floor quarters corridore<br>Tagging:Alric Dorn, Open<br><br><br><br><br>"T'Rena T'Gai." I smile, still blushing softly. "Yes I'll join you. I just arrived as well. I'm sorry, I don't mean to gawk, I've never met a Cardassian before." I calm myself from the embarrassing moment and I straighten up, smoothing out my uniform. I tighten my ponytail and the waterfall of black tendrils that falls down my back. <br><br>"I find you intriguing. I'm sorry. I already have taken some classes at the Vulcan Science Academy and Cardassian biology was only briefly touched upon. I am incredibly curious." &nbsp;I smile, very much Un-Vulcan like, showing off my own set of pearly white, slightly sharp Vulcan teeth. <br><br>We make our way down the hallway and to the Turbolift. Two new cadets exit and quickly make their way down the hallway. I watch them and shake my head. "I never liked prejudice..." I whisper.
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 05:48:09</strong>
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				The smile that T'Rena displayed was something that threw Dorn off more than anything else she said. The male expected Vulcans to be cool, stoic, and unemotional. It gave him pause to wonder if their culture had experienced some change, or whether T'Rena was simply an individual who, perhaps like himself, who feel outside the general norm that gave rise to broader cultural impressions of a species. He was quiet as they made their way to the turbolift. <br><br>"Yes. I understand that Cardassian medical data is not widely disseminated." The male replied as T'Rena expressed interest in Cardassian biology and mentioned the brevity of it in her classes at the Science Academy. The dearth of medical data available to Cardassia's enemies made biogenic weaponry difficult to formulate, though the Maquis found a way. He lacked much interest in medicine or biology as a science - on Cardassia males were discouraged from that field; it was dominated by females who were held to have a mind for such things. It was, however, refreshing to have this familiar element - a female interested in science - at this time, and it helped diminish the anxiety he felt.<br><br>Dorn was unphased by the reaction of the other two cadets. It was very common and Dorn did not feel it entirely untoward. The Cardassian Union was not a power that had a positive history with any of the powers of the Alpha Quadrant. "It is not important." Dorn said, dismissing the matter in a distant tone of voice. He stood straight backed, and clasped his hands behind his back for the duration of the ride. <br><br>The pair exited the turbolift and made their way to the mess hall. It was large and filled with new and returning students alike. Every species of the Federation seemed to be represented to Dorn. He quickly scanned the room, and noted that replicators were in place, but there were also live chefs who had prepared meals from hand-grown foodstuffs. Dorn elected to join a line for real foodstuffs, doubting that any Cardassian cuisine was programmed into them and if he was going to try something new, he may as well try it prepared by skilled hands. <br><br>Ultimately Dorn ended up with a type of fish stew known as Cioppino, and that indelibly human beverage known as Root Beer. When T'Rena had refreshment they found a table and took their seats. Dorn watched the Root Beer bubble away, observing the carbonated beverage with a dubious expression. But otherwise his posture was confident and assured; the large male sat in a manner to communicate his size to anyone observing. If anyone looked his way they would get an eyeful of a Cardassian: proud, unbowed, and seemingly perfectly in place.<br><br>"Is your interest in biology part of a desire to practice medicine, or is it purely at the scientific level?" Dorn asked, returning to the subject of biology she had broached earlier. He raised one of the forks and set to work prising the flesh free from a half of a crab suspended in his stew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 06:25:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br>Name: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br>Location: Mess Hall<br>Tagging: Alric Dorn, Open<br><br><br><br><br><br>We make our way out of the turbolift and to the mess hall. What I desire isn't super hard to find. I choose a red plomeek soup and some bread. Beside it is a steaming cup of tea. We cohoose a table and I dip my spoon into my hot soup. <br><br>"Honestly, it's more scientific, though medical isn't completely out of range. I more want to be an expert on the subject, not quite actually fixing said species. Though I wouldn't mind it, it's not my intention. I took several classes on Human and Klingon biology at the Vulcan Science Academy." I glance up at him while sipping my soup from my spoon. <br><br>"I hope you know you're not alone. Vulcan never quite accepted me either." I blow on my tea before taking small sip and testing it's flavor. It's a spice blend in a more vulcan style. It's not quite spicy in a hot pepper way, it's full of great herbs and flavorful spices that assault my taste buds with gorgeous flavors. I set the mug down and look back up, putting my spoon down and resting my chin in my hands. <br><br>"I'm half romulan." I sigh. "I was raised by my mother, a romulan, hence the emotion." I chuckle. "I'm not going to pretend I know how you feel, because I don't really, but you have someone to confide in if you need it."
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 07:03:56</strong>
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				Dorn nodded as R'Tena replied and explained the direction she wished to go with her study of biology. There would no doubt be ample opportunity within Starfleet to pursue. The only barriers to scientific exploration in Starfleet seemed to be ethical ones. He believed he had the crabshell de-fleshed and discarded the shell into a separate plate for that purpose. Dorn took a spoon and lifted some of the broth and shellfish to his mouth and tasted it. The flavour was novel and very different from what he was accustomed to, but it was not entirely disagreeable. <br><br>"Ah." Dorn said with a flourish as T'Rena offered herself as a confidant. "I was simply bored by my life within the 13th Order, T'Rena. The reforms currently taking place on Cardassia Prime made my prospects for advancement quite unattractive and so I find myself here. You see, for all of their differences, Starfleet and the Central Command have always valued skilled individuals and allowed them the leeway to seize greatness if only they had the skill and the will do it." The Cardassian raised his open right hand as he spoke, and to underline his point curled his fingers and thumb to form a fist as he reached the word 'seize.' There was a certain level of performance and affectation as he spoke that came from what he knew was expected of a Cardassian that he did not truly feel. There were shades of the pomp and grandeur of the late Gul Dukat in Dorn's feigned rhetoric. <br><br>He settled back into his seat and smiled broadly. The male clasped the handle of the mug of Root Beer and raised the vessel to his lips, taking a sip of the effervescent liquid. He resisted the grimace he wanted to make at how vile the liquid was before he returned the mug to his hand. He took a napkin and wiped his lips before placing an elbow on the table and leaning in closely to her, their faces separated by centimeters.<br><br>"But let it not be said I am ungrateful for your offer." The male said quietly with unvarnished magnanimity. "However . . . you see, among Cardassians, it is expected that confidants use any information shared to strike at common enemies. And I think I would feel a certain squeamishness at placing that sort of obligation upon you. That would be poor recompense for the first kindness shown to me, I think." Dorn tilted his head just so and gave her an apologetic smile. Then he leaned back and ate some stew. 
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				Post by: <strong>Theo</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 07:10:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/Prince-Omega/Zaheil_zpsibntwufd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zaheil<br><strong>Location:</strong>Space/Front of the school/ in to the belly of the beast.<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosalyn Janeway <br><hr><br><br>“I can't believe I let you talk me in to this, cousin” the established entrepreneur spoke to the hologram of his cousin that had convinced him to join Starfleet. The captain on the other end would just chuckle while shaking his head. “It might have been the promise of captaining your own ship” to which Zaheil would hiss and shake his head. “Already captain of my own ship” He motioned outward to the vessel he was currently in, a small Ferengi cargo ship built for speed. “The Federation ships you'll be serving aboard will far outclass the Vaatu in every aspect of the word” the older Ferengi pointed out, Zaheil again hissing in disapproval. “It's not about the <strong>class</strong>. It's about <strong>ownership</strong>. I <em>own</em> Vaatu. <em>I </em>bought her with <em>my</em> money that<em> I </em>earned through business ventures. These <em>Federation</em> Starships belong to nobody except the Federation itself. What was your other point of argument again?” Nog would open his mouth to speak, only to find himself cut off by Zaheil. “Aah. Right. Feemale officers. I did some reading on that too, cousin. With all the rules and and and regulations Starfleet has set up, I won't be able to make any demands of my crew. What's the point of having feemale officers on board a ship if you can't exploit them for sexual favors?” At this Nog couldn't help but to laugh, remembering his uncle making a similar statement several decades ago. Zaheil sat in silence as his soon to be commanding officer laughed, realizing he was nearing the Hewman world of Earth and being in the process of asking for docking permission when Nog finally calmed down. “If you're so dissatisfied with how things have turned out Zaheil, why are you still joining Starfleet?” That was the very question he had asked himself every day for the past month. Finally he had an answer any Ferengi would be proud of. “Because if I jump ship now word might get out that I'm a Ferengi who backs out of deals that aren't favorable for him” It was true, but he didn't want any actual word to get out about it. “Even you must realize how many business ventures I would lose out on. The profit I could stand to miss. And a Ferengi with no profit is no Ferengi at all.” And he would be damned before he didn't have any profit.<br><br>With his docking request confirmed Zaheil would move to where his stuff had been haphazardly stacked, doing a quick check to make sure all of his things were ready to be beamed down with him for the third time since he woke up this morning. “And even if I don't make it as captain, there are hundreds of other cadets here. Cadets who may one day be captains. Captains that could be connections. The right connection can make all the difference in the world. Isn't that a Rule or something?” Zaheil would ask of his cousin, turning to the on screen hologram. “That's quite the gamble you're taking there Zaheil” Nog would comment, the main Ferengi giving a toothy grin and a nod. “No risk no reward, you know that. Now then. If you need me, I'll be here....on Earth....surrounded by clothed feeemales” and males, but that was to be expected. Nog would hear Zaheil whisper “Do I <em>really</em> want to do this?” to himself before the transmission was ended. Zaheil would right his uniform one last time before clearing his throat. “Vaatu. One to beam down to the Hewman planet” And off he went!<br><br>Zaheil found himself remateralizing in what appeared to be the front of the school, just inside the front doors and off to the side. The Ferengi would look around confused, wondering why he was here and not in the transporter room. Rubbing the top of his head, the Ferengi would quickly recount the steps he had taken prior to his arrival at his current location. Bags, check. Uniform, check. Beam....that had to be it. With a slightly irritated groan the Ferengi would slump, realizing what had happened. Zaheil would press a commucator button on his left sleeve, speaking in to it as others either stopped to stare at him or kept on walking. “Vaatu, run a level 3 diagnostic on transporter functionality” Great. NOW where was he supposed to go? It wasn't the stares that quickly started to annoy him, it was the whispers he wasn't meant to hear. Gathering his things the Ferengi would start to actually head in to the school, doing his best to hide the fact he still had no idea which way to go. He didn't make it too far, coming to a stop a few steps behind a redheaded human female. “This would be so much easier if I had studied the layout of the school and not the rules and regulations” He could potentially be heard muttering to himself, looking this way and that to see which way looked like the better option. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 08:18:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/dzxRK4F.jpg)</div>]<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ao Targa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Landing Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Compared to Federation Starships, a Wadi Suma Class ship wasn't all that impressive to look at. Ao knew that just from when they entered this star system. That was fine though, this wasn't a Wadi Sina Class anyway - it's rude to bring a Warship to a Diplomacy mission after all. Several young Wadi just sat in and enjoyed the view, chuckling like they knew something the others didn't, if they're shielding their eyes.<br><br>"<strong>Their home star is so bright! It must make outdoor sports very interesting!</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>A good pair of solar screens will level the odds. And when have we ever needed anything else?</strong>" Ao chuckles as the Ra Nopa - the Lady Luck - comes in for a landing.<br><br><strong><em>Starfleet Personel Present,<br><br>The Diplomatic Envoy from Tomorela IV is now arriving. The species calls itself the Wadi and If you wish to extend a warm welcome to our latest visitors, please look into the Xenobiological and Diplomatic Assessment report first.</em></strong><br><br>PA technology has advanced so much in the centuries and the basic concept was still the same. Some had already looked into it, others were doing so as well. At the top, for convenience, some essential bullet points were listed.<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Sol is siginificantly brighter then the parent star of Tomorela IV. If a Wadi is wearing eye protection, do not take it personally.</li><li>The Wadi are not members of the Federation but have been informed of Federation Laws. Example of Wadi bodily markings, both natural and artificially added, are displayed below.</li><li>Wadi culture puts an unusual level of emphasis on Games and Gambling and have incorporated their technology into this. Excercise Caution if such possible sporting and gaming interactions become an option.</li></ul><br>The pictures of Wadi make them look a lot like humans but with purple blotches of skin and purple eyes being a common color. There were some notes that sometimes Wadi paint on additional blotches, also usually purple. The Caution being advised by Starfleet had nothing to do with their looks. It was Wadi Games that they advised this for. There were stories about games of Chula. They were - intense, to put it gently.<br><br>Either way, the ship lands and Ao smiles. Ao was a son of a Master Surchid, most species would have the son of one of their most important political leaders exit first if he wished it. Ao and the others though, they had amused themselves with a dice game to figure out the order of disembarking. Ao himself ended up 4th in line instead, but that was alright. He put on particularly dark sunglasses as they get their things and begin stepping off. It was a fair game of chance after all.<br><br>The real interesting games to play come later.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>jeflint</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 08:33:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t105/maitirethanatos/Rose-clouds_zpslvifjn4z.gif)</div><br>Name: P'kelamo N'shognara Ud'laclhu<br>Location: Shuttle Craft -&gt; Living Quarters<br>Time of day: Afternoon<br>Wearing:&nbsp; An ensign version of this (http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/star-trek-secret-wishes-red-dress-bc-65045.jpg?zm=1600,1600,1,0,0) <br>Tagging: Open<br>Mentioning:&nbsp; <br>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}: <br><hr><br>P’kelamo could barely contain her excitement at actually being accepted into Star Fleet and becoming… well she didn’t know what she was going to become but she was going to become something! The other recruits continually sent looks back at the furry alien. Not that P’Kelamo let it bother her since she was pretty sure she was the only one of her kind on this side of the worm hole. It was possible others of her race were on this side as spoils of war but she didn’t think so. The constant hum of the ships was soothing and she had one large ear pressed against the inner hull listening to the repulsors and the other flitting around listening to the other students. They could have been whispering and she would have heard them. She didn’t mean too but her giant ears made that an impossibility.<br><br>Slowly the craft settled down onto a landing pad and everyone stood up to leave, everyone but the tiny Uyv’Yspua. She had learned the hard way on space ships of being caught between the larger sentients and so she took her time gather her small bag and getting to her feet. She wasn’t in any rush at all. She wanted to see everything and if she moved at her own pace she could do that. Bounding to her feet she almost skipped from the exploritary craft her pads making little noise on the landing pad. This was her first time at the Star Fleet academy and she came to a halt as she saw the size of the buildings before her, her two mismatched eyes going wide and her mouth dropping open as she took in the sight before her. She stood like that until a crewer reminded her that she needed to move along. “Right, apologies,” she squeaked as she did a half bow and started to run towards the group of cadets.<br><br>She moved with them her eyes examining everything and the urge to stop and touch everything was so strong but she had to report for her duty roster. She had assignments to be taken care of, classes to prepare for and a burrow to prepare. She saluted professionally to the man behind the desk. “Cadet P'kelamo N'shognara Ud'laclhu reporting,” she was careful to keep her tone as proper as she could but her tail wagged with excitement and her ears couldn’t stay still they had to listen to everything around her. She took the offered PADD and extended her hand in the human custom to shake and whined when the person behind the desk ordered her on. Slowly she trudged away from the desk, she was just trying to be friendly.<br><br>As she walked she waved at most of the students, she didn’t know any of them but it helped others to like her if she was cheerful and she did want to major in communications and so she could wave at everyone. Her steps were light and quick as she walked through the complex to her dorm. The PADD indicated that she’d be rooming with someone. She contemplated that wondering which species she’d be sleeping with and wondered if they had a similar dietary pallet as herself. She wanted to know everything about her roommate. They would be bunking together and she wanted to ensure that the other person was happy and pleased with her. On her ship where she’d first come to understand what The Federation really was she had a singular cell that was hers. Oh sure it was in the jail but that didn’t bother her much. They let her out and let her work and just returned her to the cell for the evening. It hadn’t been to bad once they’d raised the temperature. <br><br>She stopped in front of her dorm room examining the door and committing it to memory. Finally she signaled to be let in and then entered into the room. One side of the dorm was already occupied with belongings. The small furry alien found herself drawn to the objects. She’d never seen so many possessions in her life. Her master had permitted her very little and her people were hunters and gathers so if you couldn’t carry it you didn’t need it. She’d opened up one box before common sense got to her and she closed it again. These weren’t her items and no matter how interesting the might be she wasn’t permitted to touch other creatures items. That was a cardinal rule that she’d been taught on the ship. It’s not like she wanted them, she just wanted to examine them. Sate her curiosity into what they were and what they could be used for.<br><br>She inspected her bed frowning at it and wondering how exactly she was going to make a burrow out of the soft bedding and not ruin the fabric. Her small bag of personal affects, another uniform and several decorative earnings and jewelry were laid in the bag and could be addressed any time. The tiny furry creature had at the insistence of her master been pierced and wore earrings in a manner similar to bjorn's. She had liked them enough to do the same to her other ear. She climbed onto the bed and laid down spreading out on the soft material. Her sandy brown and white fur a contrast to the huge bed she was now laying in. This was much softer than the cell she'd inhabited. Still it was a little cool for her taste she wondered if her future room mate would mind if she turned the temperature up a few degrees or at least adjusted the humidity more to her liking.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>04-06-2017, 08:44:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/C3jLjC1.jpg)</div>Name: Rachel Hummel<br>Location: Shuttle Ports/ Dormitories<br>Tagging: Rosalyn<br><hr><br>Rachel stepped out of the transporter booth, clutching her bags in her hands, she had been anticipating this day for months, had most of what she cared to bring with her sent ahead, save for a couple bags of clothes, supplies, and her favorite stuffed animal she had since she was a child, She was from Minnesota so she was able to say goodbye to her parents the take the public transporter to San Francisco. Rachel stood for a moment watching the bustle of the Academy, transfixed, before getting into line to receive her room assignment. Once she had it, she started over to the dormitories, stopping when she noticed a group of very famous people. "Oh my god. Are you really Admiral Janeway? And Commander Chakotay?" she exclaimed before blushing slightly when she realized what she had done. "Excuse me, I'm sorry. It's just I've always admired you two, I read your memoirs about your time in the Delta Quadrant, just you and your ship and your crew, alone in unfamiliar waters. It's the true essence of exploration, not even Captin Archer or Admiral Kirk experienced that, they always had Starfleet in some way or another."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 00:57:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br>Name: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br>Location: Mess Hall<br>Tagging: Alric Dorn, Open<br><br><br><br><br>I watch Dorn as he speaks to me. His hand gripping into a fist as he speaks. I eat some more of my soup and set the spoon down to rest my head in my hands again. Suddenly he leans in close. Our noses are almost touching and I blush a deep malachite. My pupils dialate a bit. He whispers to me and I can only nod. <br><br>"I meant no offense by the offer. I'm sorry. I was unaware of that." I whisper back. He leans back into his chair and I let off a breath and return to my soup. <br><br>"I really hope you find what you're looking for here in Star Fleet. It's incredibly rewarding, I think." I give him a soft smile. "I partly joined to honor my father." I look at you with slightly sad eyes and a hushed voice.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 01:52:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Mess Hall<br>Tagging: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><hr><br>"Certainly. None was taken or assumed." Dorn replied and waved his hand to clear away any notion that she had given offense or he had taken any. "I am sure it will be my turn to apologize for some social or cultural gaffe soon enough." <br><br>"I will find something, and that will be enough. Starfleet has a much greater breadth of opportunity for its members than service to the Central Command, sadly. The stories of many vaunted Starfleet officers who achieved so much and had such wide-ranging influence on the quadrant are quite inspiring." Dorn conceded easily. There was ample reward, ready for the taking, for those with the initiative. <br><br>He nodded with quiet approval when T'Rena admitted that she joined to serve her father. There was nothing false or affected about that approval. He would not admit that he did not know whom his father was to this female - at least not now. Perhaps not ever. Even if she could not completely understand what that meant there was always a certain stigma attached to individuals whose parentage was unknown or unorthodox in any culture. He felt some sympathy for the female. Dorn inferred that her hybrid nature caused her some hardship - how could it not, when her parents were members of two species who loathed each other and had radically different cultures? - and he inferred from the sadness and her desire to honor her father that T'Rena's father was in some way absent from her life. Though he mused that he could not really understand the loss of something he had never had. <br><br>"It is very commendable to honor one's parents." Dorn said solemnly, and he reached across the table and clasped one of T'Rena's hands. His hand was much larger than her own, and was notably warmer than the touch of a human would be. He had seen humans perform the gesture to other humans, and it seemed like an acceptable means to express condolences. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 02:05:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alric Dorn, Open <br><hr><br>I smile and calm some with the fact that I had caused no offense to him. I had been worried I did. With that cleared up I relaxed my shoulders and lean back a bit. He seems to note my demeanor when I speak of my Father. Sherrick was a wonderful man. A full blooded Vulcan, unlike me. He was shunned quite a bit for wedding my Mother, Lumineth. I remember that they had been so devoted to each other. he always mantained his Kolinahr logic, but was not above showing her how much he adored her. <br><br>He certainly didn't hide it from me either. I always knew my father's love. I can clearly remember running around the main corridors of his ship. I had free reign of the bridge, except during red or yellow alerts. He never minded my presence on the bridge and in fact took some pleasure from it. I was off ship when he passed. He had gone down with his ship and I had felt his passing through my paternal bond. It was incredibly painful, both emotional and physically. Mother was distraught and sought not to show me, but I knew. A part of her had seemed to die herself with him. I never had any siblings because of his passing, though I most likely would have had he not passed. <br><br>My thinking is ended when Dorn reaches a hand across the table and takes mine. I gasp softly, not expecting it, but not disliking it. His hand is warmer than I had expected it to be and I softly squeeze it. <br><br>"Thank you, Alric. Your sympathy is appreciated." I quitely say.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 03:00:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Mess Hall<br>Tagging: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><hr>At this point Dorn felt less sure how to proceed. His hand remained where it was, and he searched her face for clues. The man's gaze failed to find what it sought. <br><br>"You are welcome, T'Rena." Dorn told her with some chagrin. How had their conversation taken this turn. He withdrew his hand slowly and sat back, folding his hands in his lap. "I did not mean for things to take this course." He said with a tone of apology. "I am sorry that it has happened." This was perhaps the most sincere that he had been with her thus far. Though nothing he had said was a lie. It was all factually correct. <br><br>"Do you wish to talk about him?" The Cardassian asked softly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 04:20:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai <br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alric Dorn, Open <br><hr> <br><br>"I can talk about him. Do you have any curiosities about him I could answer?" I say as he takes his hand back and my blush subsides.&nbsp; "And you don't have to be sorry, though I do appreciate it. It's not your fault." I give him another smile. <br><br>"My father's name was Sherrick T'Gai, from the S'chn T'Gai clan on Vulcan. He was born in Shi'kahr, as was I. He was a full blooded Kolinahr Vulcan, but was somewhat less serious than others. He nor I never went to Gol for the true route of Kolinahr. He'd already met my mother at the time and he didn't want his emotions purged of that. My mother's name is Lumineth and she's the most wonderful woman. She always made sure I still had the teachings of Vulcan culture even after father passed." <br><br>I still smile with happy memories of my father while I speak, more than happy to share and even more so, for someone to actually listen. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 05:40:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Mess Hall<br>Tagging: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><hr>Dorn sat attentively while T'Rena spoke of her father. His stew and beverage went untouched while she spoke, and the female hybrid had his undivided attention. He found her easy to listen to and easy to look at. There was something about the way she smiled that touched the parts of Dorn within him that were cold and distant and seemed to thaw them. It was a reaction that made him feel uneasy for letting it happen - that it happened without his control. It was a vulnerability, he was sure. <br><br>"What does it mean to be a Kolinahr Vulcan?" Dorn asked respectfully. "Is it a cultural distinction? Ethnic? I must confess that my only impression of Vulcans is the archetypal one of an individual who has forsaken emotion in favor of pure logic. Beyond that, a few biological facts, and a cursory history of Vulcan as a founding member of the Federation, I know very little of Vulcans. I am somewhat more versed with knowledge of Romulus and Romulans, but hardly an expert in that subject, either." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 05:54:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alric Dorn, Open <br><hr> <br><br><br>I smile softly as he asks his question. <br><br>"To be Kolinahr is something that has truly become ingrained into Vulcan society. The way of Kolinahr was established by Surak. The teachings of Surak are that of logic and suppression of emotion. Vulcan do have emotion, most just tend to not show them, especially around those of other species. They're taught to not let emotions poison their thinking. Emotions can cloud the minds of Vulcans and cause problems. I don't see it that way. Being raised mostly by my mother, I was given the opportunity to choose how I would present myself, though my father never would have stopped any choice I made anyway. I never was able to convince myself to subscribe to logic and I was belittled and jaded for that. I was "different" and therefore an easy target for slander and abuse." &nbsp;I end my small speech with a sigh. <br><br>"There are others who are like me, that don't subscribe to Kolinahr, but they are few and far between. I happen to be a special case because of my hybrid genes." <br><br>My tea has gone cold now and half my soup is still in the bowl. I look down to the red liquid and finish it off. The tea is now too cold for me, but I attempt to finish it off, so as not to waste it. <br><br>"Thank you." I say softly. "For listening." <br><br>I found myself somewhat taken with him. I'd never met a Cardassian before. What I'd heard of them was completely different to what was sitting before me. He seemed to make me feel calm, though I really couldn't tell with my heart hammering away in my lower left side. I think Academy is going to be interesting.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 06:34:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Mess Hall<br>Tagging: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><hr>Dorn listened attentively. It was difficult to grasp what she was saying, but that was not in any way through the fault of T'Rena. Kolinahr seemed to be something that was difficult to sum up and a brief exchange over lunch was hardly going to cover everything. Some of the words she chose were rather telling and helped to reinforce some of the notions that Dorn had about Vulcans, although it was very clear that T'Rena was very much her own person and not some ambulatory stereotype.<br><br>When she turned back to her soup, Dorn follow suit with his own food. He looked at the mug of Root Beer and drank sweet, cloying, and bubbly beverage but he took no pleasure at all in its consumption.<br><br>"You are welcome, T'Rena." Dorn replied, inclining his head just so. He rose, gathering his dishes and tray and carried it to an area reserved for such things. <br><br>As the pair left the Mess Hall, their meal concluded, Dorn shared his room number with T'Rena. "If our schedules permit, it would be . . . pleasant . . . to share more time together." Dorn said, searching for a word that was appropriate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>05-06-2017, 06:47:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div>&nbsp; <br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Mess Hall<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alric Dorn, Open <br><hr> <br>Dorn returned to his own food as well and after he was finished I followed suit and collected my dishes as well leaving them with the collection of other used dishes and I exit the mess hall with him. Dorn shares his room number with me and I take a second and memorize it. Vulcan memory was extremely good and I was lucky enough to inherit that trait. <br><br>"I would enjoy that. My number is 105. You're more than welcome to comm me to confer for a meeting place. I really enjoyed speaking with you, Alric."&nbsp; <br><br>I don't know quite how to end it, so I give him a nod and a sweet smile before heading back to my quarters. On the turbolift ride back I lean against the wall of the lift and quietly think, before exiting onto the third floor and returning to my room. I flop down on my back on my bed and stare up at the ceiling. I don't have a roommate yet, but she'll likely be here soon. I get down onto my mat and decide to meditate. I sit cross legged, hands on my knees. I light the incense on the table and close my eyes, steadying my breathing. I allow myself to drift into a state of extreme calm, much like sleeping but no where near as deep.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>06-06-2017, 04:00:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/dzxRK4F.jpg)</div>]<br><strong>Name:</strong> Ao Targa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Landing Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Rachel and Rosalyn mentioned.<br><hr><br>The Ra Nopa's doors open, and several young men and women in something like cadet uniforms with purple collars all wearing particularly dark sunglasses stumble out into the daylight. They seem good sports about it though, most of them are giggling as they try to get good footing going. The purple blotches on their skin catch the light with a little more reflecting then their normal skin, enough that it's really obvious when one of them moves.<br><br>Which is why Ao himself stood still. He was laughing of course, he wasn't feeling bad about this at all - he just wanted to approach the game with a bit of a strategy.<br><br>What? Oh, of course schooling is a game? Why else would they keep score?<br><br>Legend says that on the very diplomatic mission where the Wadi made official contact with the Federation the first words to come out of the Wadi diplomat's mouth - his own father - was to ask 'Where are the Games?' Literially, the first words of his people to these Aliens he was going to surrond himself with.<br><br>Well, why buck tradition?<br><br>Let's see, let's see - someone that looks important.<br><br>Well, there was someone close by in an Admiral Uniform. He smiles, and the strategy of Ao Targa, the Son of a Master Surchid, approaches the general direction of Rachel Hummel and Rosalyn Janeway though he quickly makes it apparent that it's just a coincidence. He's really wanting to talk to Admiral Katherine Janeway.<br><br>Ao Targa gives a quick traditional handgreeting of his people, forming a triangle with his hands with the fingertips at the top and the thumbs forming the bottom line. Then he brings it up so that the top of the triangle briefly rests on the bridge of his nose before he brings his hands down.<br><br>"<strong>Excuse Me, Where are the Games?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 02:57:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://f9view.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Karen-Gillan-Hair-Color.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the front lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=217366091[/URL) with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaheil<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Glancing back as she passed through the front sliding doors, she noticed a Ferengi student behind her and offered him a polite smile before she returned her focus ahead, some folks might be a little hesitant to be nice to a Ferengi or anything of a pleasant nature... but Rosalyn was always taught to never judge a book by it's cover, people --regardless of where they come from-- can always surprise you and defy the stereotype.<br><br>Deciding to act on this teaching, Rosalyn turned around to face him “Hi, I haven't seen you around on Earth before, are you new? I've been to the academy tons of time because of my parents,&nbsp; I could show you around if you'd like that. I'm Rosalyn, Rosalyn Janeway”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 03:26:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/Captain%20Janeway_zps1ud7paiz.png)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9b/Robert_Beltran.jpg)</div>Name: Admirals Kathryn Janeway and Chakotay<br>Location: Outside, not too far away from the Academy doors<br>Time of day: Afternoon<br>Tagging: Rachel and Ao.<br>Mentioning: Rosalyn<br>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}: N/A<br><br><hr><br><br>{Rachel} "Oh my god. Are you really Admiral Janeway? And Commander Chakotay?"<br><br>Katheryn shared a 'here we go again' tender smile with her husband before focusing her kind milk chocolate gaze on young new cadet “We both are promoted to Admiral, but yes dear, it's a pleasure to meet you”<br><br>{Rachel} "Excuse me, I'm sorry. It's just I've always admired you two, I read your memoirs about your time in the Delta Quadrant, just you and your ship and your crew, alone in unfamiliar waters. It's the true essence of exploration, not even Captain Archer or Admiral Kirk experienced that, they always had Starfleet in some way or another." <br><br>“It was trying, that's for sure” Katheryn admitted with a wry chuckle, her smile offering encouragement to the young cadet “However, when you have a crew like I did at your back... you really can overcome anything. A crew that is so much more than just a crew... friends... your family...”<br><br>Chakotay smiled nostaligically and nodded “We really were good together... never underestimate the power of friendships, cadet... those bonds you share are very powerful and they can see you through things you never anticipated you ever could overcome”<br><br>Katheryn gave the redhead a glowing smile, her warm enthusiasm reminded her so much of her own Rosalyn “What is your name, darling? You know, we have a daughter here now, her name is Rosalyn”<br><br>The silver threaded redhead glanced at the sensation of another approaching to see a wadi student coming in their direction, a very unique addition to the academy... hopefully he managed to keep himself out of any trouble, not that she thought he'd get into trouble deliberately.<br><br>{Ao} "Excuse Me, Where are the Games?" <br><br>“I'm sorry, the games?” Katheryn replied curiously, she knew the Wadi loved games... she just wasn't entirely certain where precisely he was trying to get to “I'm not sure what what you mean, dear, can you clarify?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 09:02:59</strong>
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				Name: Rachel Hummel<br>Location: Shuttle Ports/ Dormitories<br>Tagging: The Janeways, Ao.<br><hr><br>Rachel blushed again at the realization of her misspeak "Oh, my apologies Admiral Chakotay, I didn't realize." Rachel watched the campus bustle. eagerly waiting for her adventure to start "never underestimate the power of friendships, cadet... those bonds you share are very powerful and they can see you through things you never anticipated you ever could overcome” Her full attention was wrenched back to her heroes at those words "Yes sir, I will keep that in mind." "What is your name, darling? You know, we have a daughter here now, her name is Rosalyn” "Really wow, maybe we'll be in the same dorm. I'm Rachel, Rachel Hummel, again very pleased to meet you ma'am" she said and stuck her hand out to shake. Soon after a humanoid alien that Rachel didn't recognize approached "Excuse Me, Where are the Games?" &nbsp;"That reminds me, I should probably go, find my room and get situated. Thank you, Admiral Janeway, Chakotay, have a nice trip home."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravenhawk</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 09:27:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YWVPUxH.jpg)</div>Name: Mika Rodriguez<br>Location: Dorms<br>Wearing: Cadet Uniform<br>Tagging: Rachel Hummel<br><hr><br>Mika closed the files he was perusing and then spent some time switching his boarding school rank insignia over to his new cadet markings and then stepped out into the hallway with the intent of heading to the cafeteria. As he enter the hallway, he saw a brunette cadet walking down the hallway towards him.<br><br>"Hello," he said, nodding to her. "How are you today?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>07-06-2017, 22:45:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/dzxRK4F.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ao Targa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Landing Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Any species with a properly functioning brain probably would recognize that Ao was the one being silly and unhelpful but Wadi brains weren't known for working the same way other species did. Instead he gives a look like Janeway had asked if his species needed food, but it does occur to him that he is talking to an Admiral.<br><br>"<strong>The Games. How else would do people get to know each other on this planet?</strong>" he asks, honestly&nbsp; a bit confused. But that was kind of the point of this Diplomatic Envoy. Better some confusion now then the misunderstandings that could lead to hostility later. He'd even go for some Earth games at this point, he was feeling adventurous after all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theo</strong> on <strong>08-06-2017, 04:54:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/Prince-Omega/Zaheil_zpsibntwufd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zaheil<br><strong>Location:</strong>Front lobby of the Academy <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosalyn Janeway, open<br><hr><br><br>For just a split second several thoughts ran through his mind. Who was this feeemale? Why was she speaking to him when they weren't related? Why did she bare her fangs? What did she want from him? And <strong>why was she clothed!?!</strong> In the time it took one to blink however he remembered himself and where he was, offering a toothy grin in response to her own smile. His fangs were sharp even by Ferengi standards, leaving no doubt they would do some serious damage if he were to ever bite someone. He knew that if he was going to live a profitable life on this profitless planet, he was going to have to make connections and fast. The best way to do that was to play the nice Ferengi. Get on their good side and subtly exploit them when they least expected it. “Is it really that obvious?” He would ask, going on “Yes, this is my first time on the Hewman home world. I should have materialized on your transporter pad, but my ship didn't confirm the transportation coordinates before beaming me down to the planet. I guess I should count myself lucky it didn't beam me in the middle of a wall.” Of course it was the ship's fault. He was a Ferengi male who suffered the unfortunate accident of a system malfunction when he was the only living organism on the ship. And since HE couldn't have messed up, it was obviously the ship's fault. “I am Zaheil. Just Zaheil. And I do believe a tour of my new home would be beneficial. If you would lead the way?” He could learn a lot about the school just from the tour. And, if the other races saw him being guided by a feemale of this planet immediately after touching foot on said planet, then they would surely be jealous of his status! Female attendants were the best way to show one's own wealth after all. And this one had volunteered without asking anything in return!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>09-06-2017, 01:53:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Quarters, Hallway<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open <br><hr> <br><br>Meditation was always calming. The trance like state brought such relaxation and was always a joy during any day, especially a stressful one. My eyes open back up, icy blue irises surrounding a jet black pupil which retracts in size due to the lights in the quarters. They quickly adjust. Vulcans, being from a desert planet whose nights often have dangers of furious sandstorms and animals which can and might just eat you, means they lack good night vision. Mine is no exception. I end my meditation and stand up. I roll up the mat and tuck it under the bed. I begin to look around at how I've decorated. A beautiful carved, ceremonial Lirpa is on the wall just above my bed. The front crescent shaped blade catches the light and shines. It has never been used and probably never will be, it was never meant for sparring. Though I have dabbled in the art of Lirpas before, this one would never be used. It was more supposed to be a symbol of home. <br><br>One another wall facing the foot of the bed was a long scroll rolled out and hung on the wall. All down it was line after line of ancient Vulcan script. The beautiful swirling characters with sharp lines through them were written by my Father. It was recounting the koon-ut-kalifee, the marriage or challenge, with my mother. She had the option to challenge but she did not. They had already given themselves to one another and no one stood in their way. Below it was a holopic of my mother and father on their wedding day. Father was in gorgeous flowing robes, a lightly decorated belt around his waist. Mother wore a long dress of deep blues with a golden veil covering her hair. I had always looked at the picture when I was a child and it was how I always viewed my father, in his marital robes, wedding my mother. <br><br>I drew myself away from the pictures and took time to change into my cadet uniform. I chose the skirt option of the uniform. The top zipped up over my bust, it didn't quite zip up all the way, due to the size of said bust, so there's a small area with some exposed skin. I slip on the tights and the skirt. The skirt hugs my curves and I zip up the knee high boots. I gather up my long tresses of starkly black hair and twirl it before spinning it into a tight bun and pinning it up. I take one last glance around the room and head out into the hallway, intent on just walking around the campus. New arrivals pass by me in the hallway and I give polite smiles. Some smile back, other seem dumbfounded to see a smiling Vulcan. I finally make my way out to the front of the campus where everyone is arriving. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>10-06-2017, 21:49:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Orientation and noticing the Janeway family<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, OPEN<br><br>T'set had already said goodbye to his father at their home in San Francisco.&nbsp; He made the decision to stay on campus rather than make the trek back and forth from home and the Academy, because he wanted the full experience of staying at the Academy and how things at Starfleet would really be.&nbsp; He had his long hair tied back into a ponytail which would reach the back of his neck as he walked towards the lobby of the Academy in uniform already since he wanted to be in uniform and ready to go to make a good impression.<br><br>This was mainly due in part that he took more of his Romulan parentage, physically speaking, bearing the signature Romulan forehead ridge that was well known to species.&nbsp; He had a few stares from the staff and the different students already there.&nbsp; It didn't really bother him much, he had gotten plenty of stares when he came to Earth when he was young child, he gotten used to it.&nbsp; Also helped that he read the memoirs of both Spock and Worf about their times dealing with the situations of being in the same position as he was.<br><br>He tugged at the collar a bit before moving forward to greet the staff member that was part of Orientation and to get his room assignment before he would go and get a drink of Vulcan Spiced Tea.&nbsp; It was a taste that always confused his father but he never argued against it, it was a part of his son's heritage and he wanted him to honor both sides of his heritage.<br><br>That was when he noticed...the Janeway family.&nbsp; This was highly unexpected, to meet the Janeways!&nbsp; Sure his father did mention that he would be part of the same class year as Janeway's child but he figured he would not run into her the first day.&nbsp; The campus was expansive already, the probability was very slim, logically speaking that is, to have even encountered her, let alone her parents.&nbsp; He made certain his uniform was all straightened up before he would go and speak to Rosalyn first, making the calculated move of not speaking to the parents due to the fact that they were already celebrities as is and would start to form a gaggle of cadets around them soon enough.<br><br>He walked to Rosalyn as she was speaking to a Ferengi.<br><br><strong>"Excuse me, I heard you were talking about a tour of this facility.&nbsp; I've had the liberty of touring the facility a few times before I was accepted into the Academy.&nbsp; Perhaps I could be of help in touring?&nbsp; My name is T'set Vaan,"</strong> he said as he offered a handshake to the Ferengi first, knowing full well that the Ferengi would warm up easier if the man addressed him first than if he went to Rosalyn first.&nbsp; Admittedly he would have spoken to Rosalyn first as there was an allure about her that he liked but could not figure out why for the time being.<br><br><strong>"There are many places I can show you two that you would not have the opportunity to find just yet,"</strong> he gave a small cocky grin before shifting to his stance of calculated movements, <strong>"In particular, a few places that I have found for solitude and meditation.&nbsp; The Academy is full of these spots you just have to look."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 05:54:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Personal Quarters/Grounds<br>Tagging: Open, mention T'Rena<br><hr><br>After parting ways with T'Rena, Dorn went to his assigned quarters. There he stowed his belongings, and found that his roommate had already stowed theirs and chosen a bunk. It sent a twinge of territoriality through Dorn, and he felt a strange sensation originating in his lizard brain. It took Dorn several moments to master himself but eventually he did and his belongings were in the areas left to him by the absent roommate. Dorn had no personal effects to lend his personal character to the room, only practical possessions. As he was wearing a cadet uniform already he had no need to change. There was little point in staying cooped up in the quarters, beyond to avoid the inevitable xenophobia he would have to face as a member of a species that sided against the Federation and other Alpha Quadrant powers in the Dominion War. But Dorn did not expect a warm welcome and a knife in the ribs was . . . fairly unlikely barring an encounter with any Klingons.<br><br>Dorn wandered without any particular purpose to acquaint himself with the grounds. It was one thing to see a map, and another to be physically present in a location. His time in the 13th Order had impressed that upon him on numerous occasions. There were many other students who appeared to be engaged in the same, and Dorn saw many small groups of students lounging around the grounds, enjoying moments of leisure to discuss among themselves. Dorn took this all in with some detachment, and did not seek to join or address anyone. He knew instinctively that he was not welcome.<br><br>The Cardassian did, in passing, catch sight of T'Rena, and the sight of her did give him some pause. The uniform she chose did her many favours, and it displayed her form flawlessly and complemented her many positive physical traits. It took Dorn a moment to compose himself, and he did not seek the hybrid female out for fear of embarrassing himself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>12-06-2017, 23:38:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://f9view.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Karen-Gillan-Hair-Color.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the front lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=217366091[/URL) with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaheil and T'Set<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>{Zaheil} “Is it really that obvious?” He would ask, going on “Yes, this is my first time on the Hewman home world. I should have materialized on your transporter pad, but my ship didn't confirm the transportation coordinates before beaming me down to the planet. I guess I should count myself lucky it didn't beam me in the middle of a wall.” <br><br>She smiled warmly and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as if to silently reassure him that things like that happened to even the best cadets, she gently rubbed and politely withdrew her hand... the Ferengi struck as a nice guy, perhaps even someone she could be friends with. A friend would be very nice.<br><br>{Zaheil} “I am Zaheil. Just Zaheil. And I do believe a tour of my new home would be beneficial. If you would lead the way?” <br><br>“Sure! I would be happy to help you out! I know the place backwards and forwards, we can talk and make friends along the way too, a friend is always a nice thing to have in a new place” Rosalyn responded cheerfully, glad now more than ever for the non-discriminating way she was brought up... it really did open up a lot of opportunity to get to know and make friends with a lot of fascinating individuals.<br><br>Just as she and her new Ferengi friend were about to embark on the tour, Rosalyn noticed a tall male heading their way... he looked like a cross between a Vulcan and a Romulan, the eyebrows were a giveaway for the Romulan heritage, she did wonder though which parent was the Romulan and which was the Vulcan... she often found herself awkwardly curious about such things. She over thought stuff too much sometimes, it had the potential to get kinda embarrassing.<br><br>{T'set} "Excuse me, I heard you were talking about a tour of this facility.&nbsp; I've had the liberty of touring the facility a few times before I was accepted into the Academy.&nbsp; Perhaps I could be of help in touring?&nbsp; My name is T'set Vaan,"&nbsp;<br><br>“Yes, we were” Rosalyn answered simply, her smile welcoming and polite “Are you new as well?”<br><br>She watched as he offered a handshake to the Ferengi first... which she really didn't mind at all, she knew he was just trying to make the effort to make the Ferengi feel comfortable and welcomed here, which was really very considerate of him... especially given how both of his heritages felt about other species... but who knew, maybe he was another the sort to defy the stereotypes forced upon so many.<br><br>Rosalyn received his handshake with a respectful and graceful fashion when it was then offered to her “A pleasure to meet you, I'm Rosalyn Janeway”<br><br>{T'set} "There are many places I can show you two that you would not have the opportunity to find just yet,"<br><br>She smiled softly as she considered revealing her knowledge of the Academy and all it's grounds, but she settled for sliding a cute little grin Zaheil's way as he was already privy to her thorough mental map, she looked back to T'Set as he began to address them once more... she'd give him one thing, he was definitely cute... well alright, she'd be honest with herself, he was VERY cute... he had such graceful and yet masculine features and the tips of his ears... she'd never admit such an embarrassing thing to him, but she found them adorable.<br><br>{T'set} "In particular, a few places that I have found for solitude and meditation.&nbsp; The Academy is full of these spots you just have to look." <br><br>“Well, if you'd like to join us, I think one more would be just fine” Rosalyn replied with a slightly flirty smile... yes, alright... she was flirting, she felt a little brazen for it, but what the hell “With our combined knowledge, we can likely cover twice as much and maybe discover things the other wasn't aware of before”<br><br>She'd admit it... she gave him the once over look... and her eyes were not disappointed, the guy was built lean and solid, he definitely kept himself in shape and boy did it show. Hey, even intellectual hotties were entitled to checking out a hot piece of Vulcan/Romulan tooshie, right? Not like she was jumping his bones or anything really inappropriate like that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theo</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 06:30:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/Prince-Omega/Zaheil_zpsibntwufd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zaheil<br><strong>Location:</strong>Front lobby of the Academy <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosalyn Janeway, T'Set, open<br><hr><br><br>Hey now, he liked where this was going. They had only met and already she was putting her hands on him and smiling. He knew he was an irresistible specimen among Ferengi, but this was moving fast even by Ferengi standards. And she wanted to make friends! That was so cute. “I'm always up for making new friends” He told her, which was neither the truth or a lie. Friends meant connections. Connections meant trade lines. Trade lines meant profit. And who didn't love profit? <br><br>Just as he was sure their tour was about to get underway another male would approach and ask if he could come along as well, Zaheil sizing him up as he approached in a manner far different than the way his new hewman “friend” was. He was taller than the Ferengi, but that was to be expected. Ferengi were naturally short. He was Romulan, or at the very least part. Their little group was slowly turning in to the start of a very bad joke. A Ferengi, a Hewman, and a Vulcan walk in to a bar.....Zaheil was pulled from his terrible attempt at inner humor when the Vulcan introduced himself as T'Set and was offering his hand to Zaheil, the Ferengi recognizing that he had greeted before the hewman female. Flattery will get you nowhere without a bit of latnium to back it up. Zaheil would, awkwardly, accept the handshake, much preferring and quickly demonstrating the Ferengi greeting in response. <br><br>“Zaheil” again he was giving his name to a stranger, but hopefully one that could lead to be a very profitable companion. He did catch a glimpse of the smile the feemale hewman had shot him, taking it in what was likely entirely the wrong way. Ooh yeah. She was interested. Zaheil was just about to open his mouth to politely tell the Vulcan T'Set to take a hike as kindly as he could, until T'Set offered to show them a few remote sections of the academy, places one could go to to be alone. Places he could potentially not exactly kosher merchandise. So instead of telling T'Set to take that aforementioned hike, Zaheil would instead say “I've always said the more the merrier!” Ooh this was great. A guided tour of the academy with secluded hideaways pointed out to him. What more could a Ferengi ask for?? <em>Oo-max</em> and latnium of course! But that would come later. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>13-06-2017, 23:33:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Orientation and giving a tour soon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Zaheil, OPEN<br><br>He gave Zeheil a firm handshake as he replied noticing the times he would give Rosalyn a glance.&nbsp; Squeezing a bit firmly to show his strength and confidence before he would move to Rosalyn.&nbsp; He would offer his hand to her and as she would take he would stare at her with his eyes softly, and a coy Romulan grin before he would release his hand on her.<br><br>He was already accustomed to the form and culture of humans, living on Earth for the latter half of his life since his father took him here.&nbsp; While it was the seat of the Federation and there were more than just humans living here on Earth, it was still the human homeworld and such, it was only logical to have the population be predominantly human on this planet.&nbsp; As such the human form was something he adapted to and admired greatly.&nbsp; Rosalyn was no exception to the rule, her bright red hair, the shape of her body, and even that smile she had on her face all made the Romulan/Vulcan think of so many things about her that he hid beneath that veneer of a calm, controlled exterior.<br><br>He acknowledged her flirty smile with that of a charismatic grin before moving between the two, Zaheil to the right, Rosalyn to the left.<br><br><strong>"Now then, let us begin our tour, milady,"</strong> he offered Rosalyn his arm to interlock with her own and then glanced to Zeheil, <strong>"Sir.&nbsp; There is much to be seen even in the lobby of the Academy.<br>&nbsp; For one, a great view of the Golden Gate Bridge, one of Earth's many, monuments.&nbsp; Humans do take great pride in their ancient structures just like so many other species.&nbsp; Priceless if I may say so.<br>&nbsp; Besides the great view this is the central hub for most students and is the most packed.&nbsp; So if you like crowds and meeting new faces, this is where you would go to.</strong><br><br>Afterwards he would continue with his walk deeper into the Academy, pointing at the different buildings and what they were used for, like the many different libraries, research buildings, classrooms, and even luxury places for the students.&nbsp; The Academy had everything for a student to enjoy and never had to leave the campus if they did not desire it.&nbsp; T'Set however was very keen to the places outside of the campus grounds that if he desired it could show the two different places in San Francisco.<br><br>Especially Rosalyn, he was very attracted to her and wanted to show her many places to get a smile on her face.&nbsp; Afterall, it was that flirty smile that made him flutter everytime he saw it.&nbsp; He was not his father who was around Vulcans and Romulans more than he ever did.&nbsp; Surrounded by humans gave T'Set a taste for human aesthetics, and Rosalyn was no exception.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>14-06-2017, 21:19:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://f9view.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Karen-Gillan-Hair-Color.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the front lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=217366091[/URL) with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaheil and T'Set<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><strong>{T'Set}</strong> "Now then, let us begin our tour, milady,"&nbsp;he offered Rosalyn his arm to interlock with her own and then glanced to Zeheil,&nbsp;"Sir.&nbsp; There is much to be seen even in the lobby of the Academy. For one, a great view of the Golden Gate Bridge, one of Earth's many, monuments.&nbsp; Humans do take great pride in their ancient structures just like so many other species.&nbsp; Priceless if I may say so.<br>&nbsp; Besides the great view this is the central hub for most students and is the most packed.&nbsp; So if you like crowds and meeting new faces, this is where you would go to”<br><br>Rosalyn smiled at T'set as he praised the Golden Gate Bridge to Zaheil, it was one of her favorite places, the view of the ocean from there was beautiful. It was nice to know he appreciated the monuments beauty as well.<br><br>“He's right, Zaheil, you'll definitely want to check out the view when you get the chance, it's breathtaking” She said and added with a cheerful smile “Especially just around sunset, the light makes the water glitter like it has a million sapphires floating on the surface... oh... um, sapphires if you don't know, they are a beautiful precious stone on Earth, they're a deep blue and just very, very lovely in jewelry and things of that nature”<br><br>Meanwhile, as she walked adorning T'set's left right, her palm absent minded traveled just a tiny bit up his upper arm before it settled there... it felt so brazen to touch him like this, even though it really was a very innocent touch, but daring to do so also excited the adventurous young woman as well. After all, it wasn't often that she met a guy that actually made her interested in dating... so it would really be total lunacy to turn her nose up at a guy that actually managed to achieve this in her, right?<br><br>Besides, the rules were against trying to jump each others bones on campus, but flirting and dating wasn't sex and thus, they were in no danger of encroaching on those rules any time soon. There was no harm whatsoever in Rosalyn Janeway decided she just might be interested after all in the possibility of a boyfriend... especially one so hot as T'set.<br><br>She inwardly grinned a little bit as she entertained a secret naughty thought about nibbling lightly on the tips of his ears...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theo</strong> on <strong>15-06-2017, 04:55:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/Prince-Omega/Zaheil_zpsibntwufd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zaheil<br><strong>Location:</strong>Front lobby of the Academy <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosalyn Janeway, T'Set, open<br><hr><br><br>Zaheil felt the need to take a notable step back when the Vulcan put himself between his person and the Earth Feemale, giving him a quick up and down. Such an affront would not be tolerated! Sure, he was taller, thinner.....better looking than Zaheil was.....but Zaheil was....he assumed....was surely a much more accomplished businessman.....right? Zaheil would rub the back half of his cranium with one hand as they walked, his response being “Just getting accustomed to Non-Ferengi ways of life.” If he wasn't asked though, he obviously wouldn't answer. <br><br>Maybe he had missed something. Maybe he didn't act fast enough. Those thoughts were swatted away as the tour got underway, his attention going to T'Set when he called Zaheil sir. “You don't have to Sir me. I'm not your father, and I don't outrank you. Not by Federation standards anyway. And not yet” But he would, one day. He already knew he was going to be one of the best students this school had ever seen. That much was a given. Not because he was as smart as he was good looking, but because he was already successful.<br><br>When the two spoke as fondly as they did about the Golden Gate Bridge Zaheil couldn't help but to take a gander at it from their position, tilting his head this way and that. “It's...a bridge. A big bridge. You walk across it. Do Hewmans not have bridges anymore? What makes it so special?” He just didn't understand. If it was as grand as they claimed it was, then surely the Federation was making a profit off of it somehow, right? And if not, then they were bigger fools than he thought. <br><br>Zaheil then looked to Rosalyn when sapphires were brought up, bouncing his head side to side a few times as he spoke. “I'm not very familiar with Earth's resources. Never had many dealings with Hewmans before. My cousins all say you're a fine people to do business with though, even if you do clothe your feemales.” If they can afford clothes, then they can spend their money on other things, right? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>15-06-2017, 09:53:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Orientation and giving a tour soon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Zaheil, OPEN<br><br>He would continue to walk and listen to what the two would reply to what he had spoken about.&nbsp; Rosalyn had a great response to what he had said about the Golden Gate Bridge.&nbsp; It made him happy, he had made the woman happy.&nbsp; He felt her hand move to up his arm a bit more and he allowed her as he walked more with her.<br><br><strong>"Ahh yes, the sunsets here are quite a charm to be seen.&nbsp; The way the sunlight reflects off of the water is an array to behold.&nbsp; Far more exciting than what I remember of Vulcan.&nbsp; Not that Vulcan is not a sight to behold itself.&nbsp; I just prefer the sights I have here.</strong><br><br>And sights he did have as he would make glances over to Rosalyn as he brought her a bit closer with his arm as he walked with the two.&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Very much so, you are not my father, or my superior.&nbsp; Perhaps one day you might, but for now we will let the Academy determine that, along with our future endeavors after the Academy,"</strong> he would reply to the Ferengi with a calm, friendly smile, before holding onto Rosalyn tightly.&nbsp; He gave the Ferengi that chance to try to be the best he can be.&nbsp; Is there competition in the Academy?&nbsp; Yes, it is one of the best ways to bring the best out of others, but there was also unity.&nbsp; Thus, this competition had to be healthy, and to be a good sport even if one was the loser.&nbsp; Without this, the Federation would be no better than the Klingon Empire, or the Cardassian Union.&nbsp; He had to remember the IDIC; Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.&nbsp; This was a keystone to how he wanted to live.&nbsp; Yes he was putting his own spin to the Vulcan saying, but he wasn't necessarily all Vulcan either.<br><br>He himself had his own thoughts of rubbing his hands through the red tresses of Rosalyn's locks and feeling the silky smooth hair against his own body.&nbsp; He had a thing for the red hair that some humans had.&nbsp; It was alluring to him.&nbsp; He knew that maybe it was time to seek companionship from Rosalyn at some point as well.&nbsp; Not sexual intercourse solely; though that is a nice benefit with someone like her, but to also be able to have someone to enjoy his time with.&nbsp; That person was Rosalyn and he knew it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>15-06-2017, 20:04:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/dzxRK4F.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ao Targa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Academy Landing Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The human admiral and her mate had given him confused looks and sort of stammering response. Which fit in with the history of the Wadi and the Federation actually, if you think about it. Supposedly that was the exact same response that ended the first conversation with Ao's father and Benjamin Sisko and started this whole endevear. It didn't quite end the same way, Ao gave a respectful bow and left in the general direction they pointed.<br><br>Which meant he'd have to just explore the Academy a little bit and see what he bumped into. That was fine with him, he loved playing the odds like that. With that grin on his face like a Trickster God of old, he goes exploring in the general direction of the Barracks. Because, why not?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>15-06-2017, 22:25:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of Campus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alric Dorn, Open <br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br>I see Alric as I'm walking out and I wave. He seems to either not notice or ignore it. It makes me a little sad, but I brush it off and head towards the railing. I lean on the railing and rest my arms on the railing, looking out. Small tendrils of loose hair blow with the salty bay air on my mocha skinned face. I turn around and rest my elbows and back on the railing. I watch students, parents, and teachers rush about on campus. <br><br>I watch several interactions going on. Behind me a whale just pops his head out of the water and blows a fine mist of salty water. I turn around to watch it. A giant eyeball watches me standing there watching. The mist evaporates before it reaches me, but I do get the cool feeling of it. I watch Alric as he walks and I sigh, smiling slightly. He's an interesting character but I gotta say he's certainly got me interested. At this point I'm not entirely sure if it's scientific fascination or something more personal, something tells me it might be more personal and that causes me to blush a deep green.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 03:25:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Campus Grounds<br>Tagging: Open<br><hr><br>"Cardassians have no honour." Dorn heard the words and turned to face the Klingon that spoke them. This Klingon was a typical example of the males of the species, and Dorn was not versed in Klingon physiology to sufficiently grasp any features that may have made him unique. The Klingon had a human male to his left, and a Bajoran male to his right. The human male looked somewhat uncomfortable but Dorn deduced that peer pressure was at work; he understood almost instinctively that while the human may not have wanted to be party to what was about to transpire he was there nevertheless because loyalty to the peer group demanded it. The Bajoran's presence required no explanation to anyone with at least a passing understanding of the history of Bajor during the previous few decades.<br><br>"They don't even know the meaning of the word. They're all cruel, heartless monsters incapable of compassion or empathy." The Bajoran said with an extremely caustic inflection that seemed entirely unearned. The Bajoran was not old enough to have personally experienced the occupation, only post-occupation propaganda. But it seemed that diet had consisted of many rich meals, and Dorn found that the Bajoran regarded him with a hatred so raw and naked that even he could not fail to see it. <br><br>The human shifted his weight uncomfortably, and might have said something, but did not out of fear of censure from his friends. Dorn wrote the human off as a threat. He began to look more closely at the Klingon and Bajoran, and was quickly able to determine that neither were armed. There was a quiet sense of relief at that; he almost expected the Klingon to be carrying at least some sort of dagger. With that fact in mind, Dorn raised himself, puffed out his chest, and threw his shoulders back. The Klingon instinctively understood the body language and responded in kind, but Dorn was taller and several kilograms heavier; though this hardly put things in Dorn's favour as he lacked the peculiar Klingon adaptations towards physical durability. <br><br>"Then I am certain that you have come to rectify this failing. Surely you have such honour that you would only approach me like this to make a public instruction on the matter of honour. I cannot imagine that honour would permit any less." Dorn said in a confident voice, staring the Klingon in the eyes as he spoke. "And in public, everyone can be assured of the integrity of your honour! If you had approached me, alone in my quarters, then there might have been a shadow of doubt laid over your honour. Your friends here are no doubt part here so that they too may benefit from this lesson in honour." Dorn continued, and the Klingon shifted uncomfortably as Dorn's point made its way home. Three on one was not honourable, and he was aware that there were eyes upon them due to the public nature of their encounter. The Klingon glowered, and grunted. But it seemed like he was going to back down, the seed of doubt planted and seeming to take root.<br><br>But then the Bajoran salted the earth.<br><br>"He's using words to confuse you! He's afraid of you, and he's trying to avoid fighting you by trying to make you think it'd be dishonourable to fight!" The Bajoran said in a low hiss, grasping the sleeve of the Klingon's uniform. The Klingon's eyes widened, and his nostrils flared. The Klingon looked at Dorn in a new light as the human dropped his face into his palms. <br><br>"You cur!" The Klingon said, and threw a swift left hook that Dorn only barely blocked in time. It was followed by a pair of fast right jabs, and Dorn was on the defensive. The Klingon's fists flew with speed, but it was clear that if any of them hit they had bone-rattling power behind them. Dorn was forced to divide his attention between the Klingon and the Bajoran as the latter kept trying to move into Dorn's blind spot. Dorn knew as soon as he lost sight of the Bajoran, the Bajoran would act. The division of focus soon proved to be Dorn's downfall as a thundering haymaker landed on Dorn's side, knocking the breath from the Cardassian. The loss of breath was soon accompanied by a loss of equilibrium as the Bajoran lashed out with a vicious kick to the back of Dorn's knee, utterly devastating the Cardassian's vertical base and sending him quickly to the grass.<br><br>The Klingon spared no time in taking advantage of this, because surely there was nothing more honourable than victory. The Klingon straddled Dorn's chest and began to strike the Cardassian's face unmercifully. <br><br>"Yeah! Get the spoonhead!" The Bajoran called out, throwing his fists in the air in triumph. Other students were gathering around to watch the fight, and there were murmurs that someone should alert academy staff but the bystander effect was in full force. <br><br>Dorn threw a few punches, but they seemed to have little effect on the raging Klingon; they lacked the full power that they might have had due to Dorn's disadvantageous position. Instead Dorn resorted to striking a nerve cluster. It did not require as much force, only precision. Dorn was not entirely successful, but his efforts did force a roar of agony from the Klingon that saw the fierce male roll away and come up to his knees.<br><br>"That's quite enough of that." Came a sharp, authoritative voice. A gold-shirted human, accompanied by several others clad in similar uniforms, had arrived to break things up. The human looked around, taking careful note of the face of every student, many of whom were now wilting and shrinking away. "Now, what brought all this on, hmm?"<br><br>"This Cardie provoked my friend with his . . . his Cardassianess!" The Bajoran said, pointing an accusatory finger at Dorn. "You know how they are: so smug, so snake-like." <br><br>The goldshirt nodded. "It's true. I've found against Cardassians on several occasions and I've learned all too well how duplicitous and insidious they can be." The goldshirt clasped his hands behind his back. "But they usually don't pick fights they can't win. The typical Cardie M.O. is to attack with overwhelming force; one Cardie against a Klingon and his friends just doesn't seem right." The goldshirt shook his head. <br><br>Dorn moved to a sitting position and wiped blood from a broken lip onto his sleeve. He was breathing heavily and didn't say anything in his own defense. <br><br>The goldshirt inhaled slowly. "All of you better find something better to do than stand around gawking. Those of you with a profound lack of imagination will be given something to do if you are still standing on my beloved grass by the time I can count to five." He said to the gathered crowd. The students quickly, at least, found sufficient imagination to image themselves being idle somewhere else and cleared out. The Klingon, Bajoran, and human were gathered up and brought before the goldshirt. "As for you three . . . you don't want to cause trouble on the first day. I suggest you go and acquaint yourself with the gym if you've all got so much energy to burn off. Trust me, though, if you've still got enough energy to get into mischief by the time your first week's done I will personally find your instructors and make them double your workload. Now get!" And the three walked off at a decent clip. The Bajoran turned and gave Dorn a look of daggers in parting.<br><br>Dorn remained where he was. The goldshirt walked up to the Cardassian, and conspicuously didn't offer a hand to help Dorn up. "As for you . . . try not to be such a damned Cardie." He said with quiet disdain that spoke to the sort of darkness wartime can leave upon the human psyche. Then the goldshirt and his band walked away, leaving Dorn to recover on his lonesome from the beating.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 04:59:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of Campus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alric Dorn, Open <br><hr>&nbsp; <br>I heard a commotion breaking the quiet peace of my staring at the water. Seagulls call in the background as I turned just in time to watch Alric get punched in the mouth. I begin to run over and the out ranking gold shirt is already there breaking it up. I respectfully wait for him to finish speaking and leave. I then quickly run up behind Alric. He's sitting on the ground as his attackers and the gold shirt leave. I clear my throat to make my presence known.<br><br>"Alric, are you ok?" I walk around to his front to notice his bleeding lip. "Oh, you're bleeding. Perhaps we should head to medbay." I say softly and crouch down to I face him, softly smiling. "I didn't see in time to help. I'm sorry. Looks like he got you pretty good." I reach into my pocket and pull out a hankerchief and hand it to you to wipe your mouth. "Don't let him get you down. Others aren't as open to you as I might be." I offer another smile and hold my hand out to him to help him up. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 09:40:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Grounds<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Tour...walking into the last bit of a fight.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Zaheil, T'Rena, Alric, OPEN<br><br>While he was most certainly enjoying the tour with the lovely Rosalyn, and eccentric Zaheil, he heard of the commotion of the fight going on from overhearing some students talking about as they were walking towards that direction.&nbsp; He gave a soft sigh as he continued to walk slowly in that direction.<br><br><strong>"A fight already, this is surprising...and, unwanted.&nbsp; We might as well check and see what transpired lest we do not know the perpetrators.&nbsp; It would only be logical to know who was involved so we may avoid confrontation with them if possible,"</strong> T'Set did speak truthfully about his intents, he wanted to know what happen so that he can be prepared for future transgressions between the parties involved or if they bring the fight to him depending on their motivations.&nbsp; Better to know who is your enemy than it is to not is what his father always would say during the weekly games of 3D Chess they would play against each other.<br><br>He continued to walk with Rosalyn.&nbsp; Whether she would release her arm from his or he would release it from her when they would run into the bleeding Cardassian and what appeared to be a Vulcan helping him up, would be up to her, but he would release his arm from her softly once he got about ten feet close to them.<br><br>He saw how the Vulcan was not acting like, well, a Vulcan and he wondered what she was.&nbsp; Admittedly, he was not the best in species identification so he waited to figure out what she was before assuming what she was.<br><br>T'Set would come to the other side of the Cardassian and assist in helping him up.<br><br><strong>"I must say, you took a heavy amount of physical trauma,"</strong> he said to Alric while offering a hand, <strong>"Though I did arrive late to this, from what I have heard from the onlookers, you were not the provoker."</strong><br><br>A warm reassuring smile was given to the Cardassian, <strong>"By logical deduction, it would be easily surmised that it was simple racial animosity...Quite barbaric if I may say so.&nbsp; If we all judge each other by what species we all were, the Federation would have never existed,"</strong> he would help dust off Alric's shoulders before offering his hand to shake, <strong>"T'Set Vaan.&nbsp; Before you ask, I am half-Romulan, and half-Vulcan.</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>18-06-2017, 21:49:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://f9view.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/Karen-Gillan-Hair-Color.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the front lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=217366091[/URL) with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaheil, T'Set, Alric and T'Rena<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Her parents<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><br>Rosalyn looked up around the same time that T'set did, she instantly wore a tired expression on her pretty face “Are you kidding me? Can people honestly just set aside their differences for the greater good just once? I swear!”<br><br><strong>{T'set}</strong> "A fight already, this is surprising...and, unwanted.&nbsp; We might as well check and see what transpired lest we do not know the perpetrators.&nbsp; It would only be logical to know who was involved so we may avoid confrontation with them if possible,"<br><br>“Yeah, I suppose so, I'd also like to know if anyone got hurt... a fight on the very first day, what an impression to make on our professors and staff” Rosalyn sighed softly, looking over at Zeheil then “You are welcome to join us if you want, but we won't force you to walk right into a situation that could prove uncomfortable... or potentially violent if the tempers are running particularly hot”<br><br>Rosalyn remained arm linked with T'set as they made their way towards where the fisticuffs appeared to have gone down, but whomever had done it had clearly made themselves scarce already... her grey blue eyes settled pityingly on the bleeding Cardassian... it really was sad how powerful prejudice could still be even in their present era. <br>Normally she might have wondered why someone would lash out at a stranger like this, but... given his species, it didn't take long to figure that one out... some jerk had decided to dole out punishment to this Cardassian cadet over something he himself had had absolutely nothing to do with... in her mind, the fact that he was here at Starfleet Academy said to her that he was not of the same mind as the Cardassians that had participated in the heinous acts of the past. Again, Rosalyn was always taught that people as individuals were fully capable of choosing their own path for themselves and you could not lump them together with their entire species and judge them as a whole... life did not work that way.<br><br><strong>{T'set}</strong> "I must say, you took a heavy amount of physical trauma,"&nbsp;he said to Alric while offering a hand,&nbsp;"Though I did arrive late to this, from what I have heard from the onlookers, you were not the provoker."<br><br>“I heard something about another cadet throwing the punches and then a gold shirt that called him off, but really did nothing in regards to the attacker. He should have been taken directly to an Admiral to be dealt with” She said, which made her wonder if perhaps her parents were still somewhere on campus. Her mother and father wouldn't tolerate such ignorance within the future of Starfleet.<br><br>{<strong>T'set}</strong> "By logical deduction, it would be easily surmised that it was simple racial animosity...Quite barbaric if I may say so.&nbsp; If we all judge each other by what species we all were, the Federation would have never existed,"&nbsp;he would help dust off Alric's shoulders before offering his hand to shake,&nbsp;"T'Set Vaan.&nbsp; Before you ask, I am half-Romulan, and half-Vulcan”<br><br>Rosalyn stepped forward as well with a tender smile to go with her friendly expression “I'm Rosalyn Janeway. Your friend is right, you should probably get some of that looked at in the medical ward... as for your attacker, if you can identify him to me, I will report him immediately to my mother and I'm certain she'll contact the Academy to have the problem addressed. I know you'd probably rather just let it go away, but... if they think they can just get away with it, will it really ever go away?”<br><br>As for T'set... could be make himself any more appealing to her? He was handsome, intelligent, thoughtful and didn't cling to barbaric prejudice... a male able to look at the world with open eyes and an open mind and heart was incredible sexy in her opinion. If he could cook and turned out to be a romantic... well, she just might have to jump him the first moment they got alone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Theo</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 05:05:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i134.photobucket.com/albums/q107/Prince-Omega/Zaheil_zpsibntwufd.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Zaheil<br><strong>Location:</strong>Front lobby of the Academy <br><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosalyn Janeway, T'Set, open<br><hr><br><br>As their tour was well underway, Zaheil was busy marking all those tucked away secret areas T'Set had mentioned. Some were well out of the way, while others were fairly easy to find, if you knew what you were looking for. His notes read like a treasure map, the Ferengi asking random questions every once in a while to get a better idea of what he could stash away and where. All of that changed when the fight broke out, the Ferengi perking his ears up as the sounds of the fight began. There were so many voices all at once he couldn't make out what was going on or with who. For all he knew two Borg were getting in to a verbal argument over a couple Tribble. <br><br>“Our differences are what make us us. Without them we'd all be the same. No different than the Borg. No T'Set. No Rosalyn.” And no Zaheil. Did that mean he condoned what happened? Not in the slightest. Violence wasn't always the answer. But damn was it profitable. When told he could join them if he wanted Zaheil would nod, stating “I've dealt with hot tempers before. I once scored 12 cases of Klingon Blood Wine for the price of 3 because of hot tempers” Not his best investment, but not his worst. <br><br>He traveled with the increasingly apparent couple towards where the fight had occurred, eying the downed Cardassian as his two new “friends” offered their sentiments to their fallen comrade. “And maybe afterwords, I can offer you a deal on a holosuite program to help you relax. I've collected quite a few in my travels.” He wasn't even sure if the academy had a holosuite or not, but if it did then he was going to make more latinum than he initially thought he would.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>20-06-2017, 07:28:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Campus Grounds<br>Tagging: T'Rena, T'set, Rosalyn, Zaheil<br><hr>"I suspect it looks worse than it is." Dorn answered T'Rena's initial question in an unconcerned manner. He gave her a rueful smile and accepted the hankerchief she offered and dabbed at the blood on his face. He tested his teeth with his tongue. They were all there, though a few felt like they had been jostled loose. "You have nothing to apologize for." The Cardassian assured her and accepted her offered help, but the hybrid female was soon not alone. <br><br>Dorn was soon also helped up by T'set. The Cardassian raised an eyebrow at the presumption that he would ask about the other male's species but nodded solemnly at the rest of what T'set had to say. Then Dorn took the offered hand and shook it. Dorn's grip was strong and firm. The tall Cardassian briefly considered asking T'set whether individuals truly asked about his species to his face - Dorn was accustomed to Cardassians being slightly more circumspect about something like that - but thought the better of it. "Noble sentiments, Vaan. You are a credit to the institution of the Federation." The Cardassian said, affecting a certain confidence that was the hallmark of his species. "My name is Dorn. Alric Dorn."<br><br>The Cardassian nodded in acknowledgement of Rosalyn. He was not aware of her esteemed parentage - a fault of his non-Federation upbringing - and so he failed to treat her with the due admiration and reverence that her storied parentage merited. "I fear that I cannot with any certainty identify the cadets involved." He spread his hands out in a forlorn gesture, smiling ruefully. "I must admit that even if they were presented to me now I doubt I could identify them beyond a shadow of a doubt." The male Cardassian said, adding just the right quality of uncertainty to his voice, and folded his hands in front of his abdomen. "My education during my formative years was somewhat . . . lacking." <br><br>Dorn then raised the blood-stained hankerchief to his face and gave a thoughtful expression. "And though I tread in dangerous waters by disagreeing with logic . . . there is nothing so simple about racial animosity. I would prefer not to risk the status of those other cadets. If they are drummed out over something like it would only exacerbate their negative feelings. This is precisely the sort of environment that they need to foster sentiments of interspecies tolerance and cooperation." Dorn smiled, and he did not wince as his lip bled anew for it. <br><br>"I will take your counsel and go to a medbay to have myself looked over." The Cardassian acceded to the advice of the others. He turned to Zaheil and gave the diminutive Ferengi a wistful glance and a chuckle. "And in other circumstances I would be quite tempted to peruse your collection of holosuite programs, but at the moment I fear I could scarcely distinguish between a recreation of Riza and a combat simulation. Another time, though." Dorn said in an accomodating fashion, and relayed the location of his quarters to Zaheil for future consultations. "I hope present company will forgive me," Dorn gave a duly apologetic glance at Rosalyn and T'set before returning to addressing Zaheil, "but if you live up to some of the . . . shall we say better? . . . qualities ascribed to Ferengi . . . I may very well live up to the 57th Rule of Acquisition."<br><br>Then Dorn spread his hands out before him. "As I already have a volunteer," he nodded towards T'Rena, "to escort me to medbay, I cannot possibly impose on the rest of you as well. I offer my deepest thanks for your concern and consideration, and wish you all the best."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>21-06-2017, 05:23:11</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Front of Campus<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alric Dorn, T'Set Vaan, Rosalyn Janeway, Zaheil, Open <br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br>I help pull Alric to his feet but another pair of arms helps me. I smile at the newcomer and what becomes plural newcomers. Avulcan, who soon identifies himself as T'Set and also a vulcan/romulan hybrid. Interesting, I think. <br><br>"You are not alone, T'Set." I say softly. "For I am a Romulan hybrid as well." <br><br>I give a nod to Rosalyn and a smile. Her parents are quite well known. "Nice to meet you all. Rosalyn, T'Set..." I next look to the Ferengi. "And Zaheil. Your holosuite selection may be something I'd look at in future." I grin. <br><br>I turn my attention back to Alric, his lip has begun to bleed again. I gently take the handkerchief from his hand and dab at his lip, wiping away the blood. I delicately take his hand, being sure not to tug at him, more just lead him inside. I lead him down the halls of the Academy to medbay. I alert a nurse of his condition and have him sit at a table. "It doesn't look too bad, but I'd rather you get it patched up now. You'll need to make a good impression for instructors." I give a slightly playful smile. "It doesn't hurt to bad does it?" I ask softly, dabbing at his lip again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Golden Spider</strong> on <strong>21-06-2017, 07:04:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/C3jLjC1.jpg)</div>Name: Rachel Hummel<br>Location: Dormitories, Daystrom Building<br>Tagging: Mika<br><hr><br>Rachel walked down the halls of the dormitory checking the door numbers as she also double checked the paper in her hand with her room assignment when she ran into a fellow student "Hello, How are you today?" "Hi, I'm good thanks, how are you? are you a freshman too?" She asked him halting her search for a moment to chat. <br><br>A couple minutes later she resumed her search eventually finding her assigned room Her roommates stuff was already in there, sent ahead like her own, she ensuered everything was in place, deciding to wait for her roommate to arrive so they could decide layout and boundaries, she was about to leave to explore the rest of the campus when the Campus-Wide Speakers chimed in with the Starfleet Academy fight song <strong>"Attention all new Cadets. please report for orientation at the Daystrom building Lecture Hall A</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheVillain</strong> on <strong>21-06-2017, 19:35:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/dzxRK4F.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ao Targa<br><strong>Location:</strong> Daystrom Building<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>The Wadi had started to explore the Academy and the city immediately around the Academy when the call went out. It was a bit of a shame really. They didn't get to find any particularly good games - unless you counted the exploration itself. That was kind of fun actually, but now they were going to add some new rules too the game.<br><br>The Wadi pretty much all file in together, Ao takes a seat a few rows back from the front with that impish smile on his face. Alright - let's see what this is all about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ravenhawk</strong> on <strong>21-06-2017, 23:25:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YWVPUxH.jpg)</div>Name: Mika Rodriguez<br>Location: Dorms<br>Wearing: Cadet Uniform<br>Tagging: open<br><hr><br>"Hi, I'm good thanks, how are you? are you a freshman too?" the woman replied to his greeting.<br><br>"Yes I am," he said. "Mica Rodriguez, at your service." They chatted for a bit and then he continued on as she looked for her room. Before he was able to get anything to eat though, the announcement came over the PA. Pulling out his pad, he followed the map on it till he fell in with the stream of fellow freshmen heading for the lecture hall. Mindful of the needs of other students following, he passes the end seats he would have preferred and goes as far in as he can till there are no more seats available before him. Sitting, he looks around the hall.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>24-06-2017, 04:48:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'Set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Grounds<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Helping a person in need, then proceeding to Daystrom Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Zaheil, T'Rena, Alric, OPEN<br><br>T'Set was helping up the Cardassian and listened to what he had to say about the situation while weighing both options Rosalyn and Alric presented in regards to handling what had occurred with the fight.<br><br>Alric had a valid point that calling the ones out who did do the fighting would only cause make the matter more intense down the line and cause for more, sneaky modes of retaliation.&nbsp; However, Rosalyn also brought the point that if one does not stand up to such things it would only make way for repeat actions of what happened to Alric to occur to again; and maybe not just to him.&nbsp; Though if Rosalyn did use that option, the result would be quite, explosive.&nbsp; For one, bringing the esteemed Admiral Janeway involved in a matter of a school fight would seem very petty in the eyes of Starfleet Command and out of line.&nbsp; Mainly in part of the fact that the chain of command would have been jumped to get a problem like this solved.&nbsp; It would also project a negative image on Rosalyn Janeway as being seen as a spoiled brat amongst the various students here.&nbsp; While he may not think that way, he is not everyone though.&nbsp; Rosalyn already has to go through harder trials and tribulations at the Academy just by the basis of her last name.&nbsp; Many will expect her to be the shining copy of her mother , while others may see her acceptance into the Academy based upon who her family is and not by her own feats.<br><br>Rosalyn is a woman that wants to do right and not let these things like familial connection, be a hindrance to her.&nbsp; He can see it in her eyes, the determination and resolve to be the best.&nbsp; That only pulls the attraction he has towards the human woman even closer to her.&nbsp; The fact she does not tolerate injustice like that is well, very hot to him.&nbsp; He himself can not tolerate injustice like that either.<br><br>Then comes the fact that there is another Romulan hybrid here at the Academy.&nbsp; Who would have thought that the Academy would get another Romulan blooded individual here?&nbsp; T'Set certainly did not think so, and this is quite surprising.&nbsp; Though he also knows this will be The Federation's perfect way to study the anatomy and physiological structure of a female and male hybrid in greater detail.&nbsp; Which he does not mind since his physiology is drastically different from Vulcan or Romulan means that if the Federation is able to develop techniques to help keep him alive and healthy should something happen to him, all the better.<br><br>He finally was able to reply as Alric was being taken to the infirmary with T'Rena.<br><br><strong>"You have a valid point Alric, I would like to discuss more about this with you, after you get yourself healed,</strong> he motioned his hand as a means letting them move along, <strong>"The same to you T'Rena,"</strong> he then gave the signature Vulcan hand sign, <strong>"Live, Long, and Prosper."</strong><br><br>He then lets those two go and then looks Zaheil and Rosalyn, <strong>"I am honestly surprised to hear such philosophical comments from you Zaheil.&nbsp; Then again, that is me slipping into racial stereotypes as well, my apologies.&nbsp; Either way, your sentiments are respected and I would be more than happy to peruse your collections at a later point.</strong><br><br>Then the PA system went off and alerted all students to go the Daystrom Building.<br><br><strong>"I guess our tour shall be ended prematurely.&nbsp; Away we go,"</strong> he offered his arm to Rosalyn again and then whispered in her ear, <strong>"I have a small collection of Terran artifacts I would love to show you after this is over."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>29-06-2017, 03:48:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.images.express.co.uk/img/dynamic/79/590x/KAREN_GILLAN_SELFIE_00013-475823.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the front lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=217366091[/URL) with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaheil and T'Set, briefly T'Rena and Alric<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><strong>{T'set}</strong> "You have a valid point Alric, I would like to discuss more about this with you, after you get yourself healed,&nbsp;he motioned his hand as a means letting them move along,&nbsp;"The same to you T'Rena,"&nbsp;he then gave the signature Vulcan hand sign,&nbsp;"Live, Long, and Prosper."<br><br>“Take care, you guys” Rosalyn added in with a warm smile as Alric and T'Rena began to leave, she and T'set turning to look at Zaheil with his wise words uncommon for a Ferengi, he was proving himself over and over again to be unique, not the cardboard cut out that so many of various races contented themselves into being.<br><br><strong>{T'set}</strong> "I am honestly surprised to hear such philosophical comments from you Zaheil.&nbsp; Then again, that is me slipping into racial stereotypes as well, my apologies.&nbsp; Either way, your sentiments are respected and I would be more than happy to peruse your collections at a later point”<br><br>“I second that, good programs are hard to come by... my mother told me about this one program they concocted with the help of my Uncle Harry and Uncle Tom back on Voyager, they made this olden days Irish seaside town... it helped them I guess to relax and enjoy a sense of normalcy whilst under all the stress they were. Uncle Harry tells me it was quite lovely”<br><br>Before any further words were able to be spoken, the PA system sounded with an announcement for all students to go to the Daystrom building for orientation, she smiled at the two males “Well, I guess that means us too. We'll have plenty of time to talk between the three of us, I'm sure. Perhaps you can might even be able to describe to me some holo programs you think a lady might like... something tells you have have excellent taste and judgment, Zaheil”<br><br>T'set offered her his arm again and she gladly accepted it with a delicate blush on her pretty features, a coy little flirty smile playing across her lips as she looked at him... there was definitely a clear spark here between her and the Vulcan/Romulan hybrid. All the intellect of a Vulcan, with a Romulan's ability to smile, laugh and have a good time. Best of both worlds.<br><br><strong>{T'set}</strong> "I guess our tour shall be ended prematurely.&nbsp; Away we go,"&nbsp;<br><br>“Alright, we'll meet you at the Daystrom building, Zaheil... if you'd like to sit with us anyway, we'd be happy to have you” Rosalyn offered with a kind and friendly smile, before she once again directed her attention to T'set as he leaned down to murmur in her ear.<br><br><strong>{T'set}</strong> "I have a small collection of Terran artifacts I would love to show you after this is over."<br><br>“Oh yeah? That sounds really nice” Rosalyn murmured back, her eyes gazing into his with a genuine interest to spend more time with him “I need to stop somewhere first and change into my uniform though, I thought we'd have more time than what we did... what's your dorm number? Not sure if mine or yours is closest... I mean, if you don't mind me using your room to change quickly if it does happen to be closer to us and besides, then maybe we can take a look at a couple of those items you mentioned. I think my dorm number is 107”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>01-07-2017, 23:41:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Med Bay, Daystrom Building<br>Tagging: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><hr>"The pain is minimal." Dorn assured T'Rena as he was sat down in the medbay. Soon enough a member of the medical staff looked him over, scanning him with a medical tricorder and mending Dorn's broken lip. <br><br>"There's nothing too serious." The medical officer told Dorn, glancing at the readings from the medical tricorder. "Though I'm hardly an expert on Cardassian physiology. I want you to be mindful of signs of a concussion, but I doubt you've suffered anything so traumatic." The officer told Dorn, and offered the Cardassian something for the pain. Dorn declined - it truly did not hurt that badly and there was a certain impulse to tough it out with T'Rena present. <br><br>The announcement then came for Cadets to present themselves at the Daystrom Building, and there was no reason for Dorn to shirk that summons. He gave T'Rena an expression that wordlessly said 'shall we?' and then the Cardassian got up and walked through the academy grounds to the Daystrom Building. There were a lot of students there by the time they arrived, given the broad and general nature of the summons. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>03-07-2017, 22:11:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'Set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Grounds<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Detouring to dorms then to Daystrom Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Zaheil, T'Rena, Alric, OPEN<br><br>T'Set would grin about the reply she made about wanting to see the collection he had.&nbsp; It was small but it had a mish mash of things throughout the eras of history on Earth.&nbsp; It was not only Earth relics he had, but he also had a few things from Vulcan heritage and Romulan heritage as well.&nbsp; He enjoyed collecting and learning the history of different cultures and groups throughout the known galaxy.&nbsp; It kept him open to new ideas, and new thoughts that otherwise would never come to fruition if one was not open about things.<br><br>Rosalyn was growing more and more interested in him, and the same could be said of him.&nbsp; The way she smiled lit up a room, the soft touch against his skin sent shivers down his spine.&nbsp; Yes, the physicality was very arousing and definitely a part of why he was attracted to her.&nbsp; Although, it was more than just that, she had a beautiful mind that complemented the beautiful body she had.&nbsp; His father would simply give a sigh about his attraction to a human, but would give in and admit that his attraction to a Vulcan was also unheard of too, and he would give his son his blessings once it was known about that.<br><br>He would walk slowly while listening to Rosalyn speak about rooms and he would chuckle about that statement.<br><br><strong>"My room is 112, so I guess we will be neighbors,"</strong> he smiled about that, <strong>"If you want to use my room to change in I won't object.&nbsp; It gives me a reason to show you the few things I brought from home here."</strong><br><br>He would smile at her some more and slowly take her to the dormitories while Rosalyn would send Zaheil off.&nbsp; He would give the Ferengi a wave of goodbye and the signature Vulcan greeting and goodbye before walking off with her.<br><br>There was a spark between the two, and he knew it.&nbsp; His only issue being, meeting the parents.&nbsp; Kathryn Janeway and Chakotay were quite a pair yes, a power couple if you could say that.&nbsp; Janeway wasn't a staunch military woman, but she did adhere to the Prime Directive and the core to being a Starfleet officer quite heavily.&nbsp; That and it was well known that Rosalyn was well protected by the two parents.&nbsp; Granted these statements of logic in his head were not to intimidate him, but were to reinforce the fact that Rosalyn was more than just a piece of attraction.&nbsp; He knew that in order to pursue any sense of romance with her, he would have to speak to the parents eventually.&nbsp; Hopefully, after Rosalyn and himself got to know each other a bit more.<br><br>With that it was off to the dorms...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>03-07-2017, 22:37:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.images.express.co.uk/img/dynamic/79/590x/KAREN_GILLAN_SELFIE_00013-475823.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> In the front lobby of the Academy<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=217366091[/URL) with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Zaheil and T'Set, briefly T'Rena and Alric<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br><strong>{T'set}</strong> "My room is 112, so I guess we will be neighbors,"&nbsp;he smiled about that,&nbsp;"If you want to use my room to change in I won't object.&nbsp; It gives me a reason to show you the few things I brought from home here."<br><br>“Sure, and yeah, it would shave off at least ten to fifteen minutes of going from my dorm to yours to see all that before we go the Daystrom building” Rosalyn said with a smile “I've got my uniform in this little backpack here, I figured I could just get right to exploring and just change into my uniform in like a bathroom or something when I needed to...”<br><br>She had no idea she was going to meet someone that would capture her attention in the most delightfully fascinating way... Rosalyn couldn't help but wonder if T'set would turn out to be bonafide boyfriend material, that would totally be the absolute perfect way to begin a great first year at the Academy, a bright future ahead and a great boyfriend to walk the path alongside her as they support and care for each other each step of the way.<br><br>Granted, she knew those thoughts were a little bit premature, but a girl could hope, right? There was no harm in a bit of hope for something good and happy.<br><br>What would her folks think of T'set? They might worry a smidge at first about Rosalyn being targeted as a Romulan's Federation trophy wife... but surely once they got talking with T'set, they would think he was as amazing and wonderful as she did thus far.<br>They had only met today, she knew that and didn't presume to jump too quickly, but... she was confident as well in her judgment of T'set's character, he had such a kind and intelligent gaze, no one with eyes so nakedly revealing the soul within could be someone bad or untrustworthy.<br><br><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>&gt;&gt;&gt; Continued in Co-Ed Dorm thread&gt;&gt;&gt;</strong></em></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>18-07-2017, 20:47:16</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><strong>Location:</strong> Medbay, Daystrom Building<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Alric Dorn, Open<br><hr> <br><br>It did appear that his sustained injury was, as he had indeed said, not too serious. I nodded and gave my thanks to the medical personnel assisting Alric. The loud speakers around the academy crackled to life and Alric and I listened to it's announcement. I turn my head to face Alric after hearing the announcement and he angles his head toward the door, silently asking me to follow. I crack a smile and nod. I offer my hand to him to help him off the table. I know full well his height advantage on me most likely means he'll have no trouble getting off the biobed himself, but at this point it's just good manners. <br><br>We worm our way through the unending crowd of new cadets, curious watchers and Starfleet staff members into the Daystrom bulding. I gesture for Alric to join me in a space I've found with some standing room. It's a little tight, but I'm not adverse to being so close with Alric. My cheeks tinge a bit green as we wait for the event to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>10-08-2017, 04:20:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/920a211d207d97d8541e76206b1d2872_zpsrcpfggsq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Daystrom building<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> This outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=217366091[/URL) with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> T'set, open.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Katherine Janeway and Chekotay.<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Rosalyn was all smiles as she walked into the auditorium hand in hand with T'set, neither of them really cared if anyone knew they were progressing into a relationship, it's not like they were sexual deviants and trying to get their groove on anywhere and everywhere they could "Oh, look, there are some open seats right over there, three rows in from the back on the right side"<br><br>When she felt eyes on her, Rosalyn looked to the far left up by the front and noticed her mother and father sitting down... a light blush graced her features as both of them took notice of the way she held the hybrid Vulcan's hand, they were likely wondering if she'd been hiding a secret boyfriend all this time. Well, now she had no choice but to introduce T'set to her parents sooner than expected, or else she'd be getting questions up the yin yang about who the fellow was.<br><br>Honestly, she should have known her parents would be attending the opening ceremonies, most admirals that had the opportunity to be here today were likely going to try and make at least a short appearance... though she was really hoping her folks wouldn't get called up to speak to the students, now that would be just a little embarrassing...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>30-08-2017, 16:37:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'Set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Grounds<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Proceeding to Daystrom Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Zaheil, OPEN<br><br>T'Set walked with Rosalyn hand in hand, with not a care in his eyes about who was watching or what they said.&nbsp; It didn't matter to him at all, they could talk all they want, but he and Rosalyn knew the truth and that was all that matter to him.<br><br><strong>"Ahhh, excellent, let us go there then,"</strong> the Romulan/Vulcan hybrid would reply with a small smirk on his face and delightful tone on his face as he walked with her to the seats she pointed out.&nbsp; He would offer her seat first before he would go and sit down and look at the rest of the people gathering for the Assembly.&nbsp; He did go a bit pale as he just now noticed Rosalyn's parents sitting up front.&nbsp; He should have known that they would have been here if their daughter was just joining the Academy, but it still took him off guard.&nbsp; While he kept his face straight, his skin was a bit more pale than usual though.&nbsp; While sitting with her he pondered carefully of the various ways he would be talking to her parents, and going over each scenario he could think of.&nbsp; Some being quite civil and polite, others a bit more...hostile were the right words he would use for the scenarios going over through his head alot.<br><br>Regardless, the ball was in their court and things had to be done when the two of them could before Rosalyn's parents would intercept them later down the line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>15-01-2018, 18:10:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br>Name: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br>Location: Star Fleet Academy front of Campus entrance<br>Tagging: Alric Dorn, Open <br><hr> <br><br>The many number of voices within the building are an assault of sound upon my sensitive ears. I close my eyes, blocking it out. Alric is a calming presence next to me. He does not say things that are unneeded. He is straight to the point and concise. It's hard not to appreciate that in someone. He isn't exactly what I would have expected, much less in a Cardassian. That being said I never expected a Cardassian to begin with. I am interested to see where this goes, in any aspect, though I will admit he has an effect on me that not many others have been able to achieve. <br><br>The voices around us hush as a Gold shirted man arrives on the stage. It is obvious that he is the officiator for our ceremony here. All around us are the faces of those in our class. Species of many worlds, different planers, different cultures, all here for a common goal. That of the Federation. <br><br>It's interesting, I think to myself, how one day, most of us will be aboard Starships, some even captaining them. What things will we all do? Who or what will we discover? What will we know when my class is unleashed upon the galaxy? I'm lost in my thoughts as the Gold shirt begins to speak. We are welcomed to Star Fleet Academy. I'm not scared to admit, I'm very excited. I've waited for this day for a very long time. I await how my path will unfold.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>17-01-2018, 19:15:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'Set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Grounds<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Proceeding to Daystrom Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Valitreah, OPEN<br><br>T'Set had a small smile on his face as he sat with basically the most popular girl on campus.&nbsp; It wasn't that fact alone that he was smiling, but it was one of the side factors that wasn't known until it dawned upon him.&nbsp; But Rosalyn was not a trophy or a prize to be on displayed, no she was more than that and he knew it would take time for himself to prove that to her.&nbsp; However, he was patient and knew that true intentions would show in time and figured he would just be himself.&nbsp; He was nervous about how Rosalyn's parents would feel about her already finding a potential boyfriend so soon on the Academy but he swallowed that nervousness and held Rosalyn's hand with confident smile as he waited for the Assembly to start and to see what will happen.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 05:46:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/920a211d207d97d8541e76206b1d2872_zpsrcpfggsq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Daystrom building<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red and black 'command and tactical division' Starfleet uniform with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> T'set, open.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Katherine Janeway and Chekotay.<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Rosalyn squeezed lightly on T'Set's hand and looked over at him with a tender smile... was it totally illogical if she found herself falling quickly for the Vulcan/Romulan hybrid? He was fun, pleasant to be around, compassionate to the people around him and... if she was being honest, the guy was downright sexy. T'Set was everything Rosalyn had ever wanted.<br><br>Well okay, so maybe the whole 'half Romulan' thing had been a little bit of a surprise, but it really didn't bother her as much as it might others. This spark that sparkled into life every time their eyes met... it was the most spectacular thing she'd ever experienced and she was eager and excited to explore it more.<br><br>Her folks might be a smidge more difficult to convince, but she was certain that once they actually sat down and talked to T'Set, they were going to see him as the wonderful guy she saw.<br>“I hear there is a new tea house in China Town, really pretty” Rosalyn murmured softly for only him to hear “Maybe we should check it out later... maybe even invite my parents along, so you can meet them and they can meet you... Starfleet keeps them very busy, we may not get a whole bunch of chances to get them both at the same time... I mean, if you... you know... are going to be my boyfriend.... it might be a good idea”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cold Heritage</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 08:18:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/IWP1F5P.jpg)</div>Name: Alric Dorn<br>Location: Star Fleet Academy front of Campus entrance<br>Tagging: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br><hr><br>Amidst all of the non-Cardassians, Dorn cannot help but feel a twinge of xenophobia. More than a twinge. But he is more than his baser impulses and it does cause him to take any particular action; Dorn simply exerts his will and controls himself. His demeanor is cool as he waits beside T'Rena. He notes that she appears to be experiencing some discomfort with the crowd, and against his better judgement, Dorn places a large hand upon the young hybrid female's shoulders and applied a modest amount of pressure in a gesture intended to comfort. It was one he had observed in humans and perhaps it would translate. His touch did not linger and soon his hand was back at his side. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Valitreah</strong> on <strong>20-01-2018, 18:00:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/ojjoup.jpg)</div> <br><br>Name: T'Rena Valitreah T'Gai<br>Location: Daystrom building<br>Tagging: Alric Dorn, Open <br><hr>&nbsp; <br><br>Dorn is quiet beside me as we listen to the Goldshirt on stage speak. Suddenly, but not unwelcomed, Dorn's hand is upon my shoulder. He squeezes it softly and I find myself resigned to his calm demeanor. He removes his hand and I turn my head to give him a soft smile. <br><br>"Thank you, Dorn." I say softly. My voice is soft, just enough for him to hear, but not to draw attention from those around us. I blink softly, the inner third eyelid of my eye just clearing as my eyelids open back up. I turn back around, but purposefully move so my side is close to Dorn. I do not do it to make him uncomfortable, but to fully take advantage of his presence. I will have to see about making it a habit to spend more time with him. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>23-01-2018, 05:48:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'Set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Grounds<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Proceeding to Daystrom Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Valitreah, OPEN<br><br>He looked over to Rosalyn and listened to her words as she spoke softly about going to a tea house nearby and meet her parents.&nbsp; He was familiar with the tea house in question as he frequented that place a bit when he was in the mood to try a variety of different teas.<br><br>Rosalyn was a woman he wanted to impress and that path laid in meeting her parents, which while was intimidating, it was not a do or die situation...At least he hoped it was.&nbsp; He gave a smile as he grasped her hand and gave a soft squeeze and replied back to her, "That would be the most, logical decision.&nbsp; You are also correct on your statement about them being kept busy.&nbsp; This would be the most opportune time.&nbsp; After the assembly let them know I would like to meet them at the tea house."<br><br>His heart fluttered a bit as he imagined what it would be like meeting the two parents of Rosalyn.&nbsp; They weren't loose cannons, or at least what the documentaries have said about them, but they were still high ranking and influential members of Starfleet and the Federation.&nbsp; They could very easily stonewall him in every avenue he wanted to pursue in Starfleet if he did something to insult them.&nbsp; While an obscene thought, it was still in his head, but also knew that this would be the best time to speak to them and to show that he was not scared by them.&nbsp; Afterall, if he was scared by the sight of two influential humans, how would he perform under stress in other situations?&nbsp; This would be a great opportunity in so many levels, and it made him very happy about it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>02-02-2018, 19:52:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i66.photobucket.com/albums/h275/SavinaHime/920a211d207d97d8541e76206b1d2872_zpsrcpfggsq.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Rosalyn Janeway<br><strong>Location:</strong> Daystrom building<br><strong>Time of day:</strong> Afternoon<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Red and black 'command and tactical division' Starfleet uniform with her hair down like her picture<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> T'set, open.<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Katherine Janeway and Chekotay.<br><strong>Notes{Mainly for explicit content}:</strong> N/A<br><hr><br>Rosalyn smiled and leaned over to rest her head on T'Set's shoulder, her voice soft and soothing “Don't be nervous, you'll be just fine. Our relationship is brand new and I really like you, my parents won't pass any concrete judgments whatsoever until they get to know to you better, all you need to do is just be yourself. I like you as yourself, so I am sure they will too”<br><br>She had to keep herself from saying love just yet, reminding herself not to let infatuation get the better of her and to really take the time to get to know T'Set, it was good and healthy to let those three words come naturally and organically at the appropriate time.<br>A smile curved her lips as she thought about her excellent good fortune thus far “You know, I worried I wouldn't make friends right away... the last thing I saw coming was a boyfriend. It's a really nice surprise, I feel very fortunate that we met”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Starfleet Academy -Main Thread- -On Topic/In Character Posts Only- -Always open-</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Idej</strong> on <strong>10-02-2018, 18:04:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> T'Set Vaan<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Grounds<br><strong>Doing:</strong>&nbsp; Proceeding to Daystrom Building<br><strong>Wearing:</strong>&nbsp; Academy Cadet Uniform<br><strong>Tagging:</strong>&nbsp; Rosalyn Janeway, Valitreah, OPEN<br><br>He noticed her lack of saying of love and smiled at her about that , they had just met afterall.&nbsp; That did not mean he was detached from her, that was far from it.&nbsp; Things like love takes a certain...amount of maturity to make it last.&nbsp; With what was going on, he felt that this was a good start.<br><br>He smiled at her reassurances about her parents and looked deeper into her eyes with a glow about his face, "The same can be said of myself, and I am so glad to have you here with me.&nbsp; This is very fortunate, and I like you for yourself as well, Rosalyn."<br><br>He felt so excited, as his brain was in a very happy place tj have met Rosalyn and how things have gone with them so far.
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