Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>13-08-2017, 11:14:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/11/6e/c4/116ec4ab235ec87b26918f7edba1fbd9.gif)</div>Sickbay is located on Deck 4 near the science labs.&nbsp; While not considered large, this department has a 5-bed treatment room, a 2-bed intensive care ward, an isolation room, and a morgue/stasis unit. Sickbay is also equipped with a limited surgical facility, which is primarily intended to stabilize patients until they can be delivered to a medical facility.&nbsp; A small medical laboratory and dental care office are located next to Sickbay. <br><br>The CMO's office is located adjacent to Sickbay with doors connecting to the hallway as well as directly to sickbay. The office is decorated to the Chief Medical Officer's preference and also contains a personal viewscreen, a computer display, and a washroom/head.<br><br>The Cargo bay is designated as the first location for additional medical space if needed for mass casualty situations, with the shuttlebays designated as the secondary location. VIP quarters can be adapted to act as additional Intensive Care Units, and the lounge can be modified to act as a treatment ward.<br><br>The Ship's Counselor has his office located on Deck 4, near the Medical section. It consists of a private office, with standard furnishings (decorated to the Counselors preference), a personal viewscreen, a computer display, and a washroom/head. An individual therapy room furnished with chairs and couch for one on one sessions, as well as a large, group therapy room, consisting of several couches and chairs, are located adjacent to the Counselor's office.<br><br>In the event of a crewmember suffering a psychotic episode, and needing to be isolated from the crew, the ill crewman is kept in sickbay, in the isolation unit, or in the intensive care units, as determined by bed availability.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 05:44:40</strong>
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				Character Name: Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br>Location: USS Redemption Docking Port<br>Tagging: Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br>Transition Info: From Starbase One<br>NSFW Warning:<br><br>Un'lar strode into the Sickbay. He looked about... already noting things that he would fix. Certain things could not be moved, but cabinets and the like could be rearranged for the sake of efficiency. However, that was hardly the order of the day as he continued into his office. As the door shut behind them, he looked up slightly.<br><br>"Computer, please notate. Ensign sh'Rhynek is assisting Lt.Cdr. Adaal at his request. If any the Security Chief, or any other officer wishes an explanation, they may address me."<br><br>Un'lar paused, looking back at Ithali with a faint smile.<br><br>"As some of my colleagues would put it, there is your Doctor's note. Now, from your reaction, I am guessing that someone, including myself, embarrassed you in this process. Now, feel free to take a seat and tell me what is going on. And if it was me, I do apologize."<br><br>His office was rather simple. His office was simple. A low desk, two identical chairs positioned on either side, no wood paneling to conceal or stop either side from putting their feet under it. It left one with more of the impression of a small conference room table. A deliberate choice. The traditional desk had its uses, but he rarely would be doing the kind of things that demanded it. It also carried with it implications of disparities of power, forcing the individual in the other chain into the position of a supplicant. While Un'lar appreciated hierarchy, interactions should be collaborative in form. Simply because this was his office didn't mean the individual on the other side of the desk was any less knowledgeable, inherent. He took the seat closer to the computer display, waiting for Ithali to inform him as to exactly what was going on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 07:43:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Med Bay<br><strong>Interacting:</strong> Commander Un'lar Adaal<br></div><br><br><br><br>Ithali, willowly and graceful in ever movement she made, followed the commander to sickbay, his broad form at odds with her lean one. What a pair they must seem, once their two kinds at odds with one another, now serving on the same ship. The doctor didn't seem like the image that was often painted of his race though. Where they were coarse and loud, he was more soft spoke and efficient in everything he had to say. Of course she was a bit different from the standard Andorian stereotype too. Most Andorians were pictures as always in control of their emotions and themselves at all times in public. Ithali was a little more...expressive, to say the least. It was still difficult for her to reign in all of her emotions as well as expressions. She usually could only focus on one at a time, her emotions being so vivid and aggressively intense. But then again, perhaps she just lacked will to gain control and discipline.<br><br>The commander spoke to the computer and she stood with her hands folded over another before her, regal like most all her kind in such a pose. She tipped her pale head forward, the short pure white hair falling in her face a bit a she nodded her head to him slowly in thanks. "It is much appreciated, Commander Adaal," she was able to keep her expression still as early morning lake water now, "I also apologize for my extreme reaction to the news. It was not intended, but I was surprised." He told her to take a seat and so she did, back straight and long legs tucked slightly beneath the seat, as much out of the way as she could get them. Her proportions were always a bit difficult to deal with when in seating made more of the dynamics of the shorter beings. Well, not that she wasn't short for her own kind, but five foot six was still a bit of an awkward height when compared to human females who always seemed so comfortable with themselves no matter what they were doing.<br><br>Ithali personally liked moving more than sitting. That was how she felt most comfortable. Shifting in the seat a bit, her eyes flicking up to him, realizing he had thought himself in the wrong for her reaction. "Ah, no, no Commander," she put a hand up, her slow and soft voice sounding a bit sheepish once more, "It is that the matter is a request that most likely comes from my <em>zhavey</em>..." She turned that deep shade of blue that signified her embarrassment. Having to slow her breathing down to keep herself in check, she continued. "My <em>zhavey</em> is rather... determined to have me bonded and going through a <em>shelthreth</em> soon, for fear of not upholding tradition of doing so before I turn twenty-four," she put up both hands and waved them a bit, looking to the side and away from the doctor, "It embarrasses me that she would not only make such demands of the Academy, but also a commanding officer on my first stationed posting..."<br><br>The Andorian female lowered her hands into her lap, the long slender fingers toying with one another in a nervous fashion. "Perhaps... I could ask you to... not go through with this scan?" she continued then a bit hastily for her slow and gentle way of speaking, "It is an unnecessary burden on you, as well as something that is not needed. I am perfectly healthy, but I have no intentions of going through with a bonding or a <em>shelthreth</em>. In this day and age such things are not a requirement, but merely tradition." <br><br>There was no longer a risk to her race as far as fertility went. At least... not the small five year window gap to have healthy young. Birth defects and miscarriages were still rather frequent, but they would be among any kind still recovering from the genetic damage her kind had gone through. And she wasn't at all eager to go through something as painful as all that. Perhaps she did not want young, but to have to give over a young one who was born suffering... She had seen it. She did not want that kind of pain. A bruise or broken bone, these were things that could mend well. These were the kinds of pain that were things she could handle. Realizing her face was probably twisted in a way that showed every thought on her face, she restrained her thoughts back to focusing on ways of staying calm and expressionless in appearance. Today was just a bad day for her and her control... Both her mothers and both her fathers would be disappointed to her childish reaction.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 08:21:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Docking Port<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Un'lar listened to her, eyes on her face as she explained the cause of the embarrassment... considering what she said. The emotions flicked across her face and body language quite quickly. He paused for a moment after she was finished, weighing matters clearly, tapping his fingers together as he thought. Finally he stopped... and pushed a few keys on his display.<br><br>"Unfortunately Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek, the request is difficult for me to ignore. While your Zhavey may be the ultimate source, it was a superior of mine in Starfleet Medical who filed it. They do have the authority to request such, with little to no explanation. I'll have to schedule you a time for the physical."<br><br>Un'lar held up a hand to pause any complaints from the Andorian. His fingers pressed a few buttons... bringing up the schedule. Which showed... one hour, every day a week available. An hour that Un'lar already knew the Ensign would be on shift for. Said booking periods extended out until the time already scheduled for her next physical, which would be occurring on schedule.<br><br>"The request was sent low priority, meaning that it is unlikely to be screened. It also means that the requested scan, unless I find otherwise, does not justify interrupting a duty assignment. That does constrain us. It may be that we have to delay this scan over and over. It would be a real shame to see it frustrated so, but unfortunately, regulations do tie my hands on this one."<br><br>Un'lar smiled at her, and very slowly and deliberately gave the ensign a wink. It wasn't a gesture that came naturally to him. But he'd been informed the slow, obvious deliberateness made it... more humorous, rather than less. When he said that he failed to see why, that usually got even more laughter, which just seemed to be inviting a vicious cycle. He'd generally just stopped trying to figure that particular matter out, and accepted it was the way it was.<br><br>"Though, as your doctor, I do express some concern about your faith that you are perfectly healthy. In my experience, no one can claim that. Have you arranged for your quarters to be cooled to your comfort, and adjusted your caloric intake for the longer time you will be spending in the human's favored temperatures?"<br><br>He asked, moving the conversation onward. Even if these were obvious things that she would know to do, he was still a doctor, and he would still nag at them. He'd had a few patients who considered setting up their environmental controls to their species normal range as indicative of weakness. This was remarkably correlated with complaints about headaches and exhaustion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 21:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Med Bay<br><strong>Interacting:</strong> Commander Un'lar Adaal<br></div><br><br><br><br>Ithali slumped a bit at his admission to not being able to simply ignore the request that her <em>zhavey</em> had so masterfully orchestrated. Of course her birthing-mother had gone through every binding channel to make her ambush perfectly sound and unavoidable. Despite being the nurturer of her two mothers, she was still a trained and learned warrior, like most Andorians. No graceful poise or flowing outfit could hid their aggression once it was baited. <br><br>He had to schedule her an appointment, regardless of the root of the request. The Cardassian doctor held up a hand to her, motioning to let him finish before she spoke any pleas or protests. Sitting in the chair, feeling like a sulking and scolded child from all her highly skilled and apparently well connected <em>zhavey</em> was putting her through, Ithali kept her back straight and face as placid as the surface of a lake touched by dawn's early light.<br><br>Low priority. It was a least something to give this more flexibility. She would really rather not be scanned at all, just so it could be handed to her <em>zhavey</em> and from then on, out like sweets for her potential bonding mates' families to study and debate over. As if she were some research that needed to be analyzed down to the barest code of data. Crossing her arms over her chest, in a smooth and fluid motion that just barely noted at her discomfort, her antennae moved a bit. Scanning and sensing were usually pretty relaxing, mostly because it involved focus and concentration. She <em>had</em> to remain calm. <br><br>At least it could be delayed some... The Cardassian doctor gave her a smile and a wink, making her eyes widened a bit, before she stifled and swallowed a laugh. Perhaps Andorians were restricted in emotional expressions, but to see a Cardassian...act so out-going... Relaxing a bit under the humor of it, she pressed her fingertips to her mouth and allowed a small smile to tug at the corners of her lips. <br><br>He was showing he was on her side, even through gestures that were a bit unusual for his rather order-defined and aggression race. Strange, finding a refined and kind Cardassian, but being a doctor suited him. He did, however, stress importance on her lack of exact knowledge as far as her health went. Yes, being a doctor suited him entirely. With legs together primly and hands once more settled at a relaxed state on the center of her lap, she tipped her pale head to the side a bit. <br><br>"Well... no, I had not thought to inquire of those request, Doctor," Ithali felt it an easy transition to call him 'doctor' now instead of just 'commander', "I had merely thought to change request for the temperature cooling once I was ready to relax in the ending hours... As for my caloric intake..." No, she hadn't thought of any of that. Ithali was well marked for security detail for her quick instincts and her even quicker reactions. Where she had lower marks, well... That would be the patience of foresight and planning. It made her a wonderful ensign, one to leader others as instructed by a commanding officer. She also took good care of any beneath her or under her care. But when it came to the quality of herself, she was rather... without foresight and planning. A bit reckless, fueled by her intense emotional states and still not quite as disciplined as she should be. Her eyes moved away from the doctor, telling more truths than words could.<br><br>"Apologies, Doctor, I had not thought of such things," Ithali inclined her head politely.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>15-08-2017, 02:53:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Docking Port<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Un'lar saw the stifled laugh and was glad the wink had the expected result. While that was what it was, a stimulus to provide an expected result, that didn't mean the emotions behind it were any less insincere. Un'lar had learned to widen his emotional range with his colleagues early on in the academy. Cardassians showed emotions, but they were... more aggressive. Dominant. He'd had to learn to express himself in an appropriate cultural context.<br><br>However, as Ithali continued, Un'lar let his smile fall off. He listened to what she said, his face a bit impassive as she admitted a... lack of forethought on this. Un'lar considered for a moment. "...Ensign, I'm going to tell you a little story. There was once a very young ensign. This brave fellow came from a species that did not take to the Federation standard environment very well. The lights were always between 30 and 50% to bright. The Temperature was substantially cooler. And the air was so dry it caused his skin to dry out. But he decided he could just soldier on, and adapt. He didn't want to receive special treatment. In fact, he deliberately kept his quarters at federation standard all the time, to 'toughen himself up.' On his first scheduled observation, he developed a massive headache, and had to be admitted to the Sick Bay himself. His efforts had earned him a series of migraines caused by overstimulation of the photoreceptor cells, combined with a lack of calories as he had not realized his body would expend so many while sleeping and futilely trying to heat itself. He had to miss a week of medical training because of the condition. He earned the name... what was it.... ah yes. 'Spoon in the Drawer' is its rough translation from the original Tellarian." Un'lar left it unsaid who or what species this Ensign was, but it wasn't hard to figure out.<br><br>"I'd rather not have you earn a nickname along the lines of... hmmmm... my guess would be Sleeping Blue-ty? Usually it is a reference to an obvious physical trait, and a terrible pun in my experience. I'd advise you put in the request regarding your quarters now. There are some arrangements needed to accommodate a request to keep your quarters at around 10-15 degrees Celsius, which is a quite lovely Andorian Day, as I understand it. As well, I'd advise you increase your caloric intake by at least a quarter of what you would have in Andorian Conditions. Your species is enormously resilient to environmental conditions, one of their fascinating features, but it is only by an extreme expenditure of energy. You'll likely begin losing body weight rather quickly, if you do not compensate. Your equivalent to fat first but you do not have much to lose." Un'lar was not intentionally complementing the Ensign, his tone conversational and authoritative. He was a doctor, after all. "After that it, will move on to muscle mass."<br><br>Un'lar considered... "Be prepared to adjust it upward if necessary. Do not ignore a sense of hunger. Your body is quite smart about its own needs, and will make itself known if it feels it requires additional nutrients. If you begin losing weight even so, I will prepare a dietary plan for you." A Starfleet Doctor dabbled in many things, nutritionist being an oft forgotten, but surprisingly difficult one. After all, each species required a different set of nutrients in different ratios. "Understood?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>17-08-2017, 04:03:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div class="floatright"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Med Bay<br><strong>Interacting:</strong> Commander Un'lar Adaal<br></div><br><br><br><br>Ithali pressed her lips together. She should keep her face tamed and expressionless. It was odd for her to not be as disciplined as others of her kind. But this situation had her in a higher emotional state that pressed her strain of control. The doctor looked at her with the sort of scolding a Learned would when trying to teach the stories of the past to unruly young ones. She couldn't help but turn another shade of embarrassed deep ocean blue, eyes on the floor or at her folded hands.<br><br>His story, the one of Spoon in the Drawer, made her face soften a bit. It was a cruel truth that youths often formed social hierarchies of their own and the one deemed lowest was often the most unfortunate. Looking up at him, she made it clear she was listening and at attention to his stories, as she would be if he were a Learned of her youngling days. Her eyes on the doctor, she blinked slowly as he stated a possibility of what sort of name she might earn if she were to ignore the simple necessities of temperature regulations and caloric intake. Putting her fingertips to her forehead, she did a sort of salute, a gesture to let him know she heard and honored his words.<br><br>"Yes, Commander," Ithali soft voice too on a bit of the strong steel her station had trained her to, "I hear and understand." Though the mention of her weight made her turn a bit azure at the face. He was a doctor and he was also Cardassian, so she needn't take the comment as complimentary, but he stated them as facts. It was still flattering. Despite her position as ensign and that this was a commanding officer of hers, it was still a female being found adequate about her weight. Her back straightened and she nodded, her moonstone hair rebelling with the motion, forcing her to brush it back into place. Standing, she bowed a bit from the waist in appreciation of his consideration of her.<br><br>"I give my thanks, Doctor, and I appreciate your understanding and concern," Ithali's soft voice denoted a bit more gently. Although losing a bit of wight would be nice, she enjoyed the idea of retaining her muscle mass more. Of course now that the advice was given, she wondered if there was anything else she should mention... No, he seemed well versed in Andorian&nbsp; traditions, as well as biology. Perhaps more so than even she. Although he was Cardassian, he was a Starfleet Commander as well as a doctor. He was due respect and trust of his position. At least she believed so. Then again it was never very difficult for her to fall into line as a subordinate. "Should you like to discuss or ask anything further..." her words drifted away. Of course he could always summon her and he knew of her schedule, so she didn't really need to finish her sentence. <br><br><hr><br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption Counselor's Office <br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Doctor Un'lar Adaal<br><br>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad practically waltzed into her new office on Deck 4, beaming with celedon smiles, her halo of candlelight plumage hair trailing about her like an aura of warmth. The Orion muni twirled in her office, since it was a bit more of a private area near sickbay, celebrating with a wiggle of happiness. She had the warm colored drapes of cloth canopying above, a few serene shrub like plants in pots with their own small warm lights tuned to their precise amount of needed UV does regulations, and a short long table pressed against the wall with a large stone in a bowl. It was comforting, a bit dimmer in lighting than the hallway, a well adjusted average lighting ratio to get as close to the lighting comfortable per each race on board the Redemption. Of course it could be adjusted at any time, per any species that she would have a meeting with, which would be greatly needed. Comfort and putting her patients at ease would help not only bring them back to see her regularly, but also help the counseling along smoothly. Orions were nothing if not efficient in analyzing and meeting the needs of other races. Though she was using it to help, not swindle others.<br><br>Taking a bit of a tour around her small office, hands and fingers gliding over each object in the room, she giggled in delight.<br>"Geshinaa the Shimmering doesn't do too bad, eh Great Lady?" she laughed lightly to herself, looking at the great stone as if it were a friend. Orion people were often very materialistic, but she was a bit... odd, to say the least. Going to the stone, sitting fat and happy in its bowl, she touched the top of it, watching as a rippling effect of different colors played across its surface. Marveling at the colors, it luminescent display, she smiled and tipped her head to the side like an overjoyed child. A stone of the Great Mother in her office, shimmering in a display of comforting colors... Most of her people only used deities to add each color to their swears. Her own actually helped her stay stead fast and stable as far as emotional states went.<br><br>Sitting in a comfortable chair, the one of three in the room, she smiled. A computer display of her own, a washroom, a personal viewscreen... What a step up from a Spacedock office! Oh she was beside herself in the joy of it all! And then there was the connecting therapy room, cozy and decorated in similar tastes to her office. And a group therapy room, just adjacent to said office! With another wiggle of delight she jumped to her feet. She should start greeting and introducing herself to the other members of the crew! It was perfect timing. And she knew just who to start with! Lt. Commander Chief Medical Officer (also new corridor office neighbor) Un'lar Adaal. The most ever interesting Cardassian! <br><br>Leaving her office (<em>her</em> office, she still couldn't believe it) she entered the sickbay. Striding right in, of course, she stopped and made a face of surprise, then giggled. Oops! Well, leave it to the Cardassian to hit the ground running! Looks like he was already seeing to the crew. How wonderfully efficient! Putting a hand around her waist and the other on her cheek, smiling in her beaming and amused way, she stood back and waited her turn to meet the ship's doctor.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>17-08-2017, 05:02:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Sick Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek, Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Un'lar smiled at her response, glad the young woman had heard either the story, or just the simple facts of an unwise choice for an Andorian. He smiled at her finishing comment, a faint smile but a real one. He wasn't one for huge emotional gestures without... thought behind them. When he was left to his own devices, smiles, and the occasional quick laugh were the most he went into positive displays.<br><br>"You are only ever a Combadge away, Ensign. Though hopefully, I won't be calling Security down here to much, and you won't be back here for a professional reason at all. Part of the issue with Sickbay. Whenever people come to visit me, it is for an awful reason."<br><br>Un'lar's faint laugh made it clear that was a small joke... even if it was one that held a lot of truth. Very few times when people would come through these doors would it be for a particularly pleasant reason. A few unlucky ones would never make it out. Un'lar had never lost a patient to violent trauma, but he was smart enough to know that would change. However, this was dour thoughts indeed with the Ensign present.<br><br>"Go get a snack from the nearest replicator, and eat it completely. Then report to your post. And if you ever wish to talk Ensign, feel free. Even if it is only to commiserate with a fellow sufferer about Human's inability to leave their temperature comfort zone. But your Superiors will be wondering where their poet has gotten to."<br><br>Un'lar gave Ithali another wink. He had not read any of her writings, not having seen the point. But he was aware she had majored in Creative Writing. A... fascinating choice for a security officer in its own way. He nodded to her, dismissing her as looked over to the Counselor.<br><br>"Greetings Counselor Nollard. Ensign sh'Rhynek just finished assisting me, so you may enter."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>19-08-2017, 04:38:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://t01.deviantart.net/BTtmpGl6TfPHO2edEPgORn_qZtI=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/cf55/th/pre/i/2008/140/8/c/star_trek_series_2___14_by_chonastock.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character Name:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad &amp; Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Med Bay<br><strong>Interacting:</strong> Commander Un'lar Adaal<br></div><br>"I pray not, Commander," Ithali's cool expression softened with a hint of a smile to match the doctor's, sharing in his small and light laughter, "Though I would very much like to hear of Cardassian culture, if you ever find the time to indulge me..." Putting her hand to her chest, she nodded to him, but she tipped her head slightly to the side when he insisted on snacks. She did not feel the need, but her did say her body's handling of the temperature would take a toll on her. And she would not like to gain a nickname, nor be weak on her first ship assignment. While she did doubt her superiors <em>missed</em> her, since they of course only knew the data they had read on her, she did think they would grow impatient with her should she be late in attending to them. With a nod, she was ready to leave, growing yet again a shade of blue at the surprising pleasantness of the doctor and his out of place winking. He had humor and a caring disposition, fitting of his position. Ithali wondered if the humans would be surprised at his apparent displacement from Cardassian stereotypes. <br><br>Ithali stood straight-backed and proper, where as Geshinaa slouched a bit, much like an ancient replica of the Old Earthean Greek statues. One was proper and refined, the cool blue of her skin and slow blinking of her eyes everything delicate and seemingly sure. The other was a vibrant contrast of green and orange, her face beaming with emotions and deep eyes brightly curious, if a bit unpredictable. In some ways similar, in other ways very different. The counselor put her hand up before the ensign could greet her in that rigid way many of the security detail tasked crew members had a habit of doing. Unfortunately she was impatient with greeting protocol today. The Andorian's lips twitched slightly, but she said nothing, taking her leave with measured and fluid steps. <br><br>"Making appointments and seeing patients already, Doctor?" the Orion smiled brightly, a bit amused, waving to the ensign as she let, before turning her bright grin on the doctor, "I have much to strive for in service then! I hope we shall be friendly with one another, being neighbors and all." She step forward from her perch and crossed over to him. The Orion <em>muni</em> beamed up at the Cadassian doctor, offering her hand to shake his, then second guessing herself and placing both hands behind her back. Wasn't pressing palms a bit similar to a kiss-like gesture for Cardassians? Oh boy, that was almost a big embarrassing mess! With a light giggle to herself, she peered curiously at him. Had he gone through an Enjoinment? How large was his family? She wished she could remember how old he was. Age was very important to Cardassians, or at least so her reading had told her. Age denoted wisdom and garnered respect. If only Orion family structure was a bit like that, close-knit and respecting of elders. <br><br>"I hope I wasn't intruding, but I overhead a bit of your story to the ensign," her eyes gleamed with a sharp peering intelligence that noted of the desire to pick him apart and see how he ticked, "Did they really call you that? That awful slur, just because you were a bit stubborn? It wasn't kind of them at all to say such a thing." Her voice softened a bit, becoming gentle. The voice of a counselor. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>19-08-2017, 05:10:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Sick Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Un'lar did not stand up, listening to the Orion. The polar opposite of the Ensign. Soft Blues and Whites, muted emotion, fear of offense. Vivid Greens and reds, a sense that her emotion was always a second away from overwhelming her, the complete confidence of someone who knew how she fit in everywhere. Un'lar could imagine spending time with her being exhausting, though perhaps in a pleasant manner for some.<br><br>"A Doctor's duties never cease. Mostly though, it was just me being excessively overbearing.&nbsp; I'm fairly certain the Ensign would have corrected matters before there was any danger."<br><br>He didn't mention anything about the matter that had actually brought Ithali into Sickbay. If the Andorian felt the need to share the information with the Counsellor, she could make that choice herself. Un'lar kept confidences. That was one of the first things they hammered into you. And one that the Cardassian in him took to well, even if they hoarded secrets for other reasons then Doctor-Patient confidentiality. He did note the Counsellor's look... for her airs of furious energy and tempestuous emotion, she was a Starfleet Officer. There was intelligence there, proof that she'd passed the tests the same as any officer. He shook his at her question.<br><br>"Oh my, no. They didn't call me that because I was stubborn. They called me that because four members of the class had lost both parents in the fall of the Seventh Fleet alone. If I hadn't gotten that nickname, I would have received another. Potentially even worse. It is difficult to translate Tellarite to make it insulting, as I'm sure you know."<br><br>He interlaced his fingers as he looked at the Counsellor.<br><br>"Kindness had nothing to do with it. They are likely quite kind people. People who enter Starfleet Medical usually are. For those with ambition and desire, Tactical offers a far better path to command then Medical ever will. But I was not just some Stubborn idiot. I was a Cardassian. The Dominion War left scars across the entire Federation. This Vessel carries more than a few of them. Seeing me just brought back memories of Jem'hadar and Cardassian boots on Betazed, millions dead. I harbor them no ill will."<br><br>Un'lar's kept his voice low throughout this. The emotions were restrained, as someone talking through a historical event, which though horrifying, had nothing to do with them. Which was not Un'lar's point of view, but held overtones of it. He was a Federation Citizen. His parents had been part of the War Effort on Starbase 8, after his home was evacuated in the early stages of the war. They had worked with Starfleet Intelligence, providing aid in deciphering Cardassian codes (while purely numerical codes were easily cracked, those based on Cardassian Literature could actually prove resistant to most analysis. One had used a complex sequence of numbers to denote passages of the Never Ending Sacrifice.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>19-08-2017, 06:11:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption Counselor's Office <br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Doctor Un'lar Adaal<br><br>Her eyes sparked with interest as he spoke, listening carefully with a thoughtful tapping finger on her cheek. Holding herself in a kind of half hug and half stance of a philosophic analyst, Geshinaa took it all in. He didn't stand to greet her, denoting that he was either of lesser opinion towards her, or of an older age for a Cardassian and deemed himself of higher placement than her. Not that she minded much either way, so as long as he was comfortable. She could tell he was as the notes of him said, more reserved, not overbearing and less aggressive than the general Cardassian. She bet that he enjoyed the company of people with more defined rank and took to the more quiet of personalities, since it bared similarity to his own. Better make adjustments to her own actions and ways of speaking. Well, if he ever found his way to having a session with her, anyway. Though would he find such adjustments for his sake comforting or distressing? <br><br>"Not at all Doctor," she spoke gently, smile still warm as honey, but less... exuberant, "I am sure the Ensign would take comfort in knowing she is in good hands." Upstanding doctor who follow ruled and regulations to the letter, but showed a bit more care in matter of his subordinates. No matter his species he was of good quality for Starfleet. Then he the began to relay a bit more background and thought into his memory. <br><br>He knew of people's handed down hurt from the conflicts of the past. He didn't sound accusatory, but on the contrary simply state it as fact. He was an unsettling reminder of phantom pains of the past. And to call a Cardassian a 'spoon' in any manner was a bit of a slur. Geshinaa knew well of the cruel names those hurting could dole out. The Orion kind was not well liked, even by its allies. Taking a few steps, she examined his territory before returning to examine him. <br><br>"Indeed, but others do get creative when they wish to injure another," her words were gentle added facts, every stance and motion calmed and poised. Somehow she had subtly altered her presentation of self to better suit his personality. Call it an Orion habit, but it came in use when trying to read others. He was low in voice, but his eyes and the way he sat were starting to something of a struggle. <br><br>"People are never just one thing, Doctor Adaal," her smile took on a saddened quality, "Many pains can be healed when physical. The emotional are less easily dealt with, especially those handed down and given time to fester." If he had been human she would have placed a hand on his shoulder. If he had been Orion, she would have given half a hug. But her knowledge on what Cardassians found comforting was unfortunately limited, as there still was not much stored knowledge on their more vulnerable sides. What she would give to have recorded material from past Comfort Women of old Cardassian occupation fleets.<br><br>"Those who are kind are often the ones who have the knowledge of how to deal out the most hurt," the counselor's voice was like the gentle hum of the ship, soothing if not easily ebbing away like the tender music of a wave on the sand, "As Starfleet officers, despite their station, a hurt dealt to a fellow officer is still not so excusable. While many carry the scars of the Dominion War, it must be remembered that there were two sides to the war."<br><br>Somehow she had ended up standing next to him, that gentle comfort of empathy on her face. "And those caught in the middle usually bare the largest brunt of pain, dealt by both sides," she looked forwards, moving to put both hands behind her back. The counselor with kind if all too interested and intrigued eyes, examined his well balanced decor. Efficient, standard regulation and unobtrusive. He must have to try even harder than most other fleet officers. It must be very difficult indeed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>19-08-2017, 06:56:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Sick Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>He watched the Counselor's face as he spoke, studying her in the same fashion as she was him. As he did, he found confirmation that this was a far better means to understand her then letting her talk. Her small talk was a small stone skipping across a deep pond. The Ripples could make interesting patterns, but to understand the depths of the pond another means was necessary. Though, likely, she was trying to adapt herself to his mannerisms. A good Counsellor was among many things, a mirror, reflecting their patients back at them. As she spoke, he continued to remain placid, calm. When she was finished, he cocked his head slightly before he spoke.<br><br>"Counsellor, perhaps you misunderstand me. I am a Federation Citizen. The Union traded away the planet I lived upon. When we came under Federation Jurisdiction, and were subjected to Federation Law, we became Federation Citizens. The Cardassian Union was a dictatorial monster, and killed Millions of my fellow Federation Citizens when they threw their lot in with Dominion, seeking to reclaim some imaginary lost glory. There were two sides to the Dominion War. One side of aggressors, and one side of defenders. I don't hate them, and they suffered terribly. But by any, measure, the Federation was in the right in the war."<br><br>His voice was a little more emotive, though still restrained as he said this. It was core to him. He didn't seem bothered by her proximity, or to notice particularly. It was not that he was... blind to the fact, or the fact that she was very attractive. Un'lar just refused to allow that to overwhelm him. Though he had no intentions of digging into that particularly rabbit hole in front of the counsellor.<br><br>"You can diagnose me all you like, Counsellor, but you'll find few hang-ups indeed about my particular genetic backgrounds. I carry a few gifts as a result of my heritage and upbringing, but I am Federation Citizen and Starfleet Officer, who happens to be a Cardassian. Not the other way around."<br><br>He shook his head, and looked up at her for a moment, smiling a little as he did.<br><br>"And I will admit, if I did not know any better, I might think you were already making your plans for my first session on your couch."<br><br>He knew she wouldn't have one of those, the nonsense of Freud long since pushed out by far more effective means. Yet the image persisted in the minds of people, the therapist in the chair and the patient upon the couch staring upwards.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>19-08-2017, 17:41:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/66/96/a2/6696a230725de65d472375d5eef5567d--haircolor-girl-crushes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Veyea Fontaine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Docking Bay<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> <br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Veyea had used the lift to go deck 4 and there she had stood unable to take another step. When crewmates and officers would pass her to use the lift she'd smile in welcome. Any greeting was answered with one of her own albeit stiff and forward. Who was she? Lt. Commander Fontaine, Chief of Operations confirming an 'issue with the lift was resolved' because; why would Chief of Operations be stalled outside sick bay. In a moment of no traffic when Veyea could think clearly she took a deep breath; and entered the lift just as Ensign sh'Rhynek exited sick bay.<br><br>"Bridge.." she said with a sigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>22-08-2017, 04:53:13</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption Counselor's Office <br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Doctor Un'lar Adaal<br><br>The Counselor watched the Cardassian doctor with steady smoke-colored eyes. “Indeed, you are a Federation Citizen, but others tend to see the Cardassian before they see the noble Citizen, do they not?” her words slipped about like waves of mist over a mirror, “You do not have to be of the other side to be caught between the opinions of both.” <br><br>Like a shadow she moved from him to his desk. “You obtain balance well in unsteadying situations,” she brushed her fingers over the back of a chair pushed under the table. No large statements of power. No aggressive shows of dominance. How did he cope with being seen as odd and different among his own kind who often mistook arguments for flirtations? How did he cope with being forced into the label and stereotypes of what Cardassians ‘were’ to other Citizens? <br><br>His emotional turmoil surfaced just a bit as he spoke, and she looked up at him, deep space eyes distantly warm and empathetic. Restrained in her show of sympathy for him, as he was in his own emotions, she smiled gently. Her quiet steps crossed back over to him.<br><br>“A sound foundation of who you are is useful indeed, Commander,” her voice wove comfort like the faint song of a brushing breeze or caressing waves on sand. He smiled and pushed back at her gently. A tie then. For now. Her smile warmed slowly, slipping across her lips as though they were finishing a game of 3D chess. <br><br>“Perhaps I wanted an excuse to explore your mind, Doctor,” she offered with a small laugh, still tampering herself down to match his social frequency, “You can’t blame me, since you are a rather rare and unique puzzle all too tempting to be solved.” With another light laugh, she tipped her head to the side, citrine hair slipping over her shoulder a bit. <br><br>“If you won't submit to getting a session on my nice couch, perhaps you will settle to placate me by simply accompanying me to the Bridge?” she leaned forwards as if sharing a secret bet with him, raising her brow with a rather devious grin, “What better entrance than the Doctor and Counselor arriving to the Bridge as a united front? I am rather new to ship settings in my line of work, so I need all the colleague support I can get.” She playfully spun it as if she just wanted something from him. It was the Orion casting in people’s minds after all. What better way to lighten the mood? <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>22-08-2017, 05:39:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Sick Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Un'lar gave her question a brief smile. "Others, but if I cared what others thought, I wouldn't be here. We decide what defines us. Some of us just choose how others view us as the yardstick. I've always found that to be a rather silly choice." He showed no real discomfort with being analyzed, just mild amusement. In all reality, it was the same behavior he'd showed with the Ensign. A Counselor or not, a Doctor was a Doctor, and everyone was their patient.<br><br>"And do not worry, I take no offense at it. I'm guilty of it myself after all. It is one of the problems of our profession, is it not? We are taught to look behind the curtain, at what makes people tick. And once you know the machinery, there is a temptation to find out how everyone works, to reduce those around us to problems to be solved." He gave a shrug. "It is why all of us Doctors end up becoming curmudgeonly naysayers like McCoy. Makes it easier to explain to ourselves why everyone finds us just a bit off putting."<br><br>He then stood up... offering the Counselor his arm, the perfect image of human gentleman. His smile was a bit more... crooked then normal, showing he clearly agreed with her assessment. "Oh my, there is nothing more terrifying than a Doctor and a Counselor consorting with one another. To a crew of Starfleet, we are terror incarnate. After all, we are the ones to take away someone's career from these people who have sacrificed&nbsp; so many sleepless nights to Academy Exams. Certainly a Captain can as well, but we do it for arcane reasons." Un'lar grinned as he spoke, his voice having that small twist that it developed when he joked, though like many of his jokes, there was more than a kernel of truth to it.<br><br>"And, if you can keep a secret? This is my first tour of duty on a Starship as well. I never even visited the Operations Center of Jupiter Station." That wasn't much of a secret. The Crew's past assignments were easily researchable. Of course, few would do that for the entire crew. "But let's not give that away."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>22-08-2017, 18:13:52</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/45/1b/dc/451bdcd030daeca003fd23945982e03c--star-trek-costumes-alien-costumes.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption Counselor's Office <br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Doctor Un'lar Adaal<br><br>Geshinna returned the doctor’s smile with one of her own. He claimed not to care what others thought, but he tried to never step on any toes. Who knew a Cardassian could be sort of sweet and modestly humble? She held back a light laugh, dark eyes dancing with intrigued interest. Colleague against colleague, she could see them either being friends who argued or a joint force on Deck 4…who argued. Amused, she grinned her almost full watt smile.<br><br>“Indeed, it becomes a bit of a habit to try and solve everyone,” the Orion muni said rather cheerfully, “As unfortunate for them that it is.” Seemed she wasn’t the only one good at adapting themself to those that they interacted with. She made a small bow-like motion. “I find ‘off-putting’ to be a rather tender compliment these day,” she hummed pleasantly, all warmth and musing. <br><br>Taking the offered arm, she was careful to keep herself in perfect check. No reason to give a sour spin to a rather pleasant interaction with a possible new friend by letting her pheromones, no matter how weak they were, get in the way. Troublesome at times, she was sure to keep constant check on her emotional balance. The lightly sweet scent, like just a hint of mellow perfume oil, still hugged her close, but it was only enough to put people in a slightly more pleasant mood. Had she been all Orion she wouldn’t have allowed herself to get too close to others without an inhibitor shot every week.<br><br>“Yes, a Doctor and a Counselor joining forces is fearsome for all,” she laughed warmly, the sound like sun peeking through a cloudy day,&nbsp; “They may all very well cower and hide when they see us coming.” Playful banter. This was more her usual territory. Leaning in as if he shared a terribly important secret, she laughed again, patting his arm lightly. “Well, you have nothing to fear, Commander,” she winked at him, “I am certified in keeping secrets.” She gestured to the door, head held high as if they were a pair of dancers about to enter a fully lit stage in front of a massive audience. “Shall we?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek Blood and Fire - Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>23-08-2017, 04:45:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/memoryalpha/images/1/19/Evek.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120915142130&amp;path-prefix=en)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt.Cdr. Un'lar Adaal<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Sick Bay<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Counselor Geshinaa Nollad<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Un'lar nodded at her comment about name-calling. "I can see that, Counselor. While few outright hate your heritage, in someways what they feel is even worse. Hatred is what you feel for an equal. Orions don't even get that." He said, his voice musing. He had relaxed to a degree, his voice musing to a degree. If he'd been watching himself, he would have worded that differently, but it was easy to pick up that there was no malice to it. "I've never understood it, to be honest. The Orion Syndicate is a fabulously complex organization, able to operate in the boundaries of multiple of the great powers without difficulty. But still, people people believe the Orions are nothing more then oversexualized caricatures."<br><br>He started walking her toward the lift. Part of him had noticed the effect of the Pheremones. It wasn't particularly noticable, and Un'lar would not have been able to do so without an investigation of Muni physiology. He could resist the effects, if he wished to. Cardassian mental training could shake off a Mind Meld, if need be. While Un'lar did not know if he could do that, or would be able to resist a full blown Orion's pheremones, the effect here was small enough that a bit of effort could resist it. But there was no real need.<br><br>"Definitely." He walked her to the lift. "Bridge." He instructed, waiting, his smile retreating to his normal demeanor.
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