Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BlackStone</strong> on <strong>10-08-2017, 06:55:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/80/b0/10/80b010044f74758ad7cc71790d5c6f56.jpg)</div>Earth Spacedock or Starbase 1 was a Federation space station facility in Earth orbit, built sometime prior to the year 2285. The station was built with a vast interior, in which numerous starships could be berthed for service and repairs, and was part of the Sol system's Starbase 1 complex of facilities.&nbsp; Earth Spacedock, referred to simply as "Spacedock" was the largest Starfleet spacedock structure in near-Earth orbit. Other space-built structures might have been larger, but none was ever built as close to the planetary surface. It was originally conceived as a military base for ship repairs and refits. Spacedock orbited Earth just within the Van Allen radiation belts. The close proximity to the denser layers of Earth's atmosphere would normally cause the station's orbit to decay so it was fitted with massive impulse engines that maintained its orbit.<br><br>Designed as permanent base for the many ships traveling the Sol System. It could easily provide refit and repair facilities for up to 8 cruiser-sized starships and up to 24 of Starfleet's lesser-sized ships.&nbsp; Although Spacedock was a vital link in Starfleet Operations and was administered by Starfleet Command,[citation needed] it was not an actual starbase. Being intended primarily as a military installation, it was originally designed to be equipped with 40 massive phaser banks, but the United Earth government objected to the presence of more weapons in Earth's orbit.&nbsp; A compromise was eventually reached and it was constructed weaponless, relying on high-powered deflectors. Nonetheless it retained its 40 weapon mounts, in case of interstellar war emergency, Starfleet Command can mount phaser weapons and have them operational within a single week.<br><br>Another major purpose of Earth Spacedock was its ability to scan all of Solar space. The docking port became one of the central installations for weather-watch, debris-scan, radiation-flux analysis, and starship traffic control, for Sector 001. This was made possible by the largest single sensor array and subspace communications equipment known at that time. Antennae were placed at the top of Spacedock, which were so sensitive they could detect a meter-sized object in the Solar System's cometary halo, at least half a light year away.&nbsp; Currently only seven of the interior berths were in use, and stationed at Dock-5 was the latest edition to Starfleet, the <em>U.S.S. Redemption</em>, waiting for its crew, and its story into history to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>10-08-2017, 13:26:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Kavish_Teel_Trill_2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>b Lieutenant Kavash Teel<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Intrepid/USS Redemption Docking port<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong><br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br><br><strong><em>Ops to Lieutenant Teel,&nbsp; We just dropped out of warp and have started docking maneuvers.&nbsp; The Captain requests the pleasure of your presence at the airlock on Deck 4 as soon as your ready.</em></strong><br><br>"Thank you Rona.&nbsp; I'll be right there."&nbsp; Kavash had been in the middle of placing the rest of his gear in transport crates.&nbsp; He looked around his room with an almost sad emptiness in his heart.&nbsp; After so many years as a joined Trill, Teel had always had a hard time getting over the feeling of leaving a place she had come to know as home to start a new assignment.&nbsp; But on the other hand the excitement of the new assignment had his senses stirred to peak levels.&nbsp; While the <em>Redemption </em> posting would be much different from his time on the <em>Intrepid</em>, the new class of ship with some of the newest defensive systems Starfleet fielded from their advances during the Dominion War, systems that Teel had been working on prior to her host's death.&nbsp; A chance to see many of those systems in action rather than theory was very exciting.<br><br>The last of his personal belongings, all carefully packed away in boxes now forming a small pyramid in the middle of his small stateroom would be sent over to the Redemption once they docked.&nbsp; He grabbed a small satchel and a second bag carrying some other items he felt he might need immediately upon arrival.&nbsp; Looking back into the room one last time as he stepped to the door, he sighed and stepped through the open portal.&nbsp; <br><br>The walk through the corridor from his quarters was short and uneventful.&nbsp; The few personnel he met in the halls stopped to shake his hand and wish him luck.&nbsp; They had become his extended family over the past few years and it was hard to leave.&nbsp; Stepping from the turbolift on the deck 4 where airlock was, Kavash sighed once more, the final steps as part of the Intrepid crew.<br><br>The door to the airlock opened, what stood inside caused Kavash to choke up slightly.&nbsp; On either side of the door stood every member of the bridge crew and senior officers that Kavash had come to trust and care about over the years.&nbsp; At the end of the line, in the center of the row they created was Captain Myrta Cyrana, a Caitian female.&nbsp; Her reddish brown mane accentuated her yellowish eyes as she stared at Kavash with a big toothy grin.&nbsp; Each member of the bridge crew shook his hand as he passed.&nbsp; They had given him a going away party a few days ago, but this was their way to show their support for their crewmate.&nbsp; As Kavash reached Captain Cyrana, she looked at the other officers. <strong> "Detail, dismissed." </strong>The group of officers slowly filed out of the transporter room, leaving Kavash and Captain Cyrana alone.&nbsp; <strong>"I know I've said this a thousand times Kavash, but I hate losing you"</strong> She almost growled the last part.&nbsp; "<strong>Captain Soong is an interesting person, but he's more of a diplomat than a warrior.&nbsp; He's a tendency to be cautious and deliberative, so in a combat situation he is going to be relying a lot on you and his XO.&nbsp; I pray that little ship never sees combat, but if she does, I'm confident with you at tactical she'll have no problems." </strong> Captain Cyrana stepped to the side opening the way into the spacedock gangway.&nbsp; She offered a slim, lightly fur covered hand which Kavash took firmly. <strong> "Good luck Kavash.&nbsp; It's been an honor serving with you."</strong>&nbsp; Kavash smiled and nodded to the Captain.&nbsp; <br>"It's been an honor serving with you too Captain."&nbsp; With that he released her grip and stepped of of the ship into his new adventure.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>It hadn't been the first time he'd been on the Spacedock, the last time he'd arrived from the border with Cardassian space on his way to Mars, newly joined with Teel and uncertain about his future.&nbsp; Now here he was so many years later, about to embark on a new adventure with a new crew.&nbsp; Kavash walked mindlessly through the corridors of the docking ring of spacedock taking in the sights and sounds.&nbsp; There was never this much activity on the <em>Intrepid</em>, he almost found it overwhelming.&nbsp; Memories of Teel's previous trips to and from earth through the spacedock filled his mind, drawing a thin grin along his lips.&nbsp; Checking a nearby computer console he found the berth <em>Redemption</em> would be docked.&nbsp; Making his way to the berth, he wondered about his new crew.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>11-08-2017, 00:41:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdT2PCz-fdQ/Ux0r7YN2kuI/AAAAAAAABcA/eF2DAS43BWwt2tvx4Sja3XqgHCYwxQaSgCKgB/s1600/Tigran.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt Commander Rim Tibbetts<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Docking port<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> Kavash Teel<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Even with the remains of a hangover, the lingering scent of a Caitian female was unmistakable.&nbsp; Someone among those collecting near the dock had served with one and been in their presence recently.&nbsp; Off all the ships currently docked, whoever it was was most likely from the USS Intrepid.&nbsp; That was a good thing.&nbsp; It was always easier when someone had experience with a particular species.&nbsp; Tibbetts followed him nose.&nbsp; It led him to an spotted alien whose height matched his own.&nbsp; He tried not to grin.<br><br>Unlike the Trill, he carried only a single bag, slung over his shoulder.&nbsp; The grin broadened slightly.&nbsp; Tibbets moved up behind Kavash and very casually sniffed him.&nbsp; It was a game of sorts.&nbsp; Although his sense of smell was keen, he'd learn far more about his new crew mate from a conversation than he would through his nose, at least in the long term.&nbsp; He'd pick up a few things, like the Trill's emotional state, who he'd been around recently, what his last meal was and whether he was a carnivore, omnivore or herbivore.&nbsp; <br><br>Some people reacted more strongly than others to being sniffed.&nbsp; The majority were taken aback but a few were actually startled and those were the fun ones.&nbsp; He could get years of amusement out of them.&nbsp; "The Intrepid?" he asked, his voice a deep rasp, almost like a purr.&nbsp; He extended a closely trimmed hand to the Trill.&nbsp; It was clearly meant to be a thicker coat than his former Captain's but it was equally obvious that it was deliberately clipped short.&nbsp; "Lieutenant Commander Rim.&nbsp; Newly promoted chief science officer aboard the Redemption.&nbsp; Have you been aboard yet?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>11-08-2017, 05:20:07</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> Starship One Temporary Quarters/USS Redemption Docking Port<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong><br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Un'lar awoke to the sounds of Bach, his preferred choice among the Human Composers. Simple, elegant, without the fearsome emotions that Beethoven or the overly thematic music of Motzart. Bach was the sound of logic, the music of numbers, of harmony. He found that transcended cultures far more then many composers. His lights activated at the ten second mark, far dimmer than standard. The quarters themselves were warm, and humid, at the limits of what the system would allow to be honest. While, for the day, Un'lar worked with the Federation standard, he chose to awake in a way that suited his species. His steps were steady, as he moved through his morning routine, a practiced set of rituals, scanning through PADDs as he took care of the necessary steps to ready him to face the day. He could feel a deep seated annoyance... particularly in the mornings, he was a creature of habit. The quarters on Jupiter Station had been his home for quite some time, and he had grown accustomed to them. These were not to different, but enough to bother him. However, he focused, becoming dressed. In the end, the differences failed to even add a minute to his time. Today was it. He could have taken a shuttle to his new assignment, but he saw no need. The USS Geromino had been going this way, so Un'lar had caught a ride, not even leaving the Teleport Pad as he waited to be dropped off. He'd been dropped off the night before, and had visited Starfleet Medical during the day, checking up on several of the Doctors running experiments he was curious about. He could have just waited for the publications, but part of his missed being part of the cutting edge of Research. Not enough though to make him ever doubt his choice. Jupiter Station had not been his ideal posting, but it had given him the experience needed at commanding a shift to get the true position he desire. His own sickbay.<br><br>The Redemption was not his first choice either, but he was not particularly dissatisfied with the post either. The ship was small, his Doctors and Nurses little more than a handful. But while it was no Nebula, the Redemption would undertake a wide variety of missions. Un'lar was confident his time aboard would be... interesting, to say the least. In all the ways that word forbode. Un'lar had timed his awakening well. He walked out into the quarters. A younger him had taken to avoiding primary corridors in his academy days. Not because he was scared, or particularly worried. Or concerned about his feelings for that matter. But being jostled and such had the habit of slowing you down. Un'lar was an adult now, and had come to a decision. If people wished to jostle, let them. He wasn't going to hide and slink about. For one, it just played into the perception of him as a spy. For the other, he outranked most people. Of course, there were every so often those that contemplated more then jostling (Bajoran's commonly, but not exclusively. The War had not been kind to anyone.) But Un'lar had learned to spot the signs of that.<br><br>Un'lar walked into the viewing room, the vessel stretching out beside them. Huge compared to them... but still. She was little more then a quarter of the mass of a Sovereign. He gave the other two officers a nod. He knew them. One of the gifts of Cardassian education, an eidetic memory ensured that. Lieutenant Kavash Teel, a joined Trill without initiate training. Un'lar made a note to contact the Symbiosis Commission, and push for details if the Zhian'tara had been completed. If not, observing the process could be fascinating. Lieutenant Commander Rim Tibbets, the Vessels Chief Science Officer. A Caitian. Extremely good hearing, sense of smell. Un'lar would have to make efforts to win him over. Medical and Science had more overlap than many departments, and he had training in Xenobiology, which would make him an interesting conversational companion. He provided a brief nod to both, but returned his eyes to the vessel. Giving Kavash and Teel's experience with Cardassian's, Un'lar had no particular interest in forcing contact. For now he just looked out at the vessel...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>zedarkpenguin</strong> on <strong>11-08-2017, 20:05:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nKPLFGs.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Marisa Ral'al<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Amadeus / USS Prometheus Dock<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>It had been a long ride. The aging USS Amadeus would depart after a prolonged farewell of it's captain for upwards of a decade now. Captain T'Lon had been quite fond of her chief of security, yet now as she was being moved to a far more befitting Saber-class vessel of the USS Archimedes, a great swathe of the crew from the vessel were being shifted or replaced. While Marisa still felt T'Lon's hand atop her head as she fell into the captain's chair. It was a brief thing, however the USS Amadeus was loaded with personnel bound for Earth, and under the guidance of a young admiral bound for a desk, Marisa served as an acting captain for a skeleton crew. Being brought home to be picked apart and finally decommissioned at the orbital shipyards around Earth.<br><br>Shortly they would be arriving and docking in the colossal bays of Starbase 1 where her crew would move along in an ever orderly manner. Some bound for the various ships docked, returning to the academy, even a crewman or two bound for the USS Redemption to fill some mundane, enlisted roles. The morning before had been slow and sluggish as the woman stretched and yawned. Her species were avert to clothing and in spite of her unusual nature, she was no different. Rising in a warm, dark silence as she stretched to her feet and went to retrieve her uniform she had spared from packing up before the whistle of her door called.<br><br>"Enter" She spoke with a yawn before the doors slid open, the sharp frame of the Admiral silhouetted by the light beaming in from the corridor, sparking the woman to spring to attention as he had called for the lights to brighten. A brief sigh rolled off his lips as he scanned the woman tightly dressed in the fitting uniform.<br><br>"Oh, Miss Ral'al." He brought his hand up, pointing to the small pips arranged at the low neckline of her jacket. "You're a Commander now, you know." She froze before slinking back to rearrange herself. He gave a playful grin as his hands sunk behind himself.<br><br>Rear Admiral Alexander August, one of the men responsible for the first contact with her species. He was a lighthearted man, but had always taken the acclimation of their kind as almost a personal project of his. "We're about an hour out still." He said with a slight shrug.<br><br>"You could have sent one of the Lieutenants." Marisa remarked. "Could have," he retorted.<br><br>Sinking back down to gather her boots before she would follow out her door to briefly command the ship. It was a short, even mundane exercise, but it would be vital to her success, after all, how could she hope to command if even a simple jump across Federation space was beyond her? Offering an "At ease." before falling into her command chair. Glancing to the admiral claiming one of the forgotten postings of the ship's minimal staffing. "Status?" she asked.<br><br>"An hour out, Comms and Sensors clear, Commander" She would sink back, crossing her legs as she thought, looking between the various bridge crew as she would wait.<br><br>Arrival and docking came and went, the admiral seeing her off to arrange the transport of her personal effects before she would board a shuttle to join the final inspection crews looking over the Redemption, logging all matter of information through her datapad as she doubled between the inspection and scanning through a crew listing. As the First Officer, a great number of duties befell the young woman. All of which she met with a furrowed brow and a thin frown. Going deck by deck, she would eventually leave amidst a swarm of technicians through the docking port. Standing at attention as she scanned over the ship with a sigh of relief. Closing her eyes as she thought, unaware of the other officers that had prepared for their arrival aboard this brand new cruiser.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>EpikBliss</strong> on <strong>11-08-2017, 23:00:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/66/96/a2/6696a230725de65d472375d5eef5567d--haircolor-girl-crushes.jpg) (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/7a/72/2f/7a722f643230967ffdba115634b35e38--short-hairstyles-for-women-hairstyle-for-women.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Veyea and Maddie Fontaine<br><strong>Location:</strong> Docking Bay<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong><br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br><br>Veyea stood looking down at earth and wondered why she hadn't gone to the surface. Though she and her sister were human neither had ever seen Earth. Should not she want to see where her species had begun? Or feel some sort of wonder at the blue planets beauty? Perhaps but the redhead simply did not. <br>Two excited ensins came up to her right and Veyea turned away walking towards the docking bay. <br>Veyea didn't hate people although she mostly tried to avoid then.&nbsp; She just wasn't good with people looking at her anymore. Veyeas looks had always bothered her being a tad more curvy than the traditional Star Fleet officer.&nbsp; Since youth she'd been filled out with flaring hips and thicker thighs that just wouldn't shrink. The young woman as active, very often thanks to her sister, but while honed and firm Veyea's curves were there to stay. <br>It wasn't her body that she didn't like anymore although that was still a weak point for her. It was the long scar that ran from the corner of her right eye into her temple then down the side of her face a jagged tip ending in the middle of her neck. People, humans mostly, looked at the scar me than her eyes. Out right asked her what happened or whispered behind her back and Veyea was having trouble adjusting. <br><br>It wasn't surprising people would be curious or stare, humans were knew for their medical marvels and scarring was a thing of the past. Yet there she was, eye in tact thanks to those marvels but forever scarred. Veyea kept her head down wishing she could let her hair lose to hide behind. Yet the sleek form fitting Star Fleet uniform called for professionalism. So her long red hair was braided down her back to keep it out of her face leaving the scar to open view. <br><br>A hand grasped her shoulder and Veyea knew the pressure of the fingers immediately.&nbsp; It was her sister Madison finding her in the nick of time. Veyea didn't want to be on the space dock but the <em>U.S.S Redemption</em> was here and they had been offered positions with the diverse crew. Blue eyes rose and met those which were a mirror of her own and seeing Maddie smile made the unease in Veyea's chest ease away. "There you are.." <br><br>Maddie laughed the sound merry and her blue eyes lost their shadow of concern. "Sorry, sis. I had to see the guys off they made our trip survivable. If it had just been crotchety Commander Groan the whole time we would be wanted for murder." <br><br>Veyea shook her head at her twin sister and tugged on the end of her short red hair. "I have no doubt. Are you ready to board? I'm sure we will be authorized anytime now."<br><br>"I'm beyond ready Vey." Maddie replied stepping close to her sister putting her forehead to Veyea's.&nbsp; It was a gesture of comfort for them but Veyea turned&nbsp; her face away. "Oh right, we are in uniform." Maddie pursed her lips and nudged her sisters frowning when Veyea met her gaze. "Are -you- ready, sister?" <br><br>Veyea took a deep breath and sighed with a shrug. "For the ship? Yes. More than ready. Excited almost to get my hands on her." <br><br>Maddie nodded quickly with a grin flashing her even white teeth. "I know what you mean. The data is great but I wanna see what she can do." Veyea's nod was slow but her sisters eyes still seemed too dull. Maddie brushed her hand with gentle fingers in a way no one would see. When Veyea's eyes met Maddie again she asked softly. "How about everything else? People are going to reply on you Vey, are you ready for that? "<br><br>Veyea frowned and stepped back clearly insulted by her twins assumption that Veyea wasn't up to the task. She clenched her jaw and let the space stretch between them. Maddie knew she hated others seeing how close they were and how hard it was for Veyea to remain aloof. Huffing softly she crossed her arms. "Of course I am. I took the post didn't I?" <br><br>Maddie nodded and shrugged "You're right you're&nbsp; right I'm sorry Vey. Let's just get to the <em>Redemption</em> and settle in. I want to be early so we can check out this 'diverse' crew."<br><br>Veyea groaned and smiled finally at her sisters wink. "I bet you want to check out the crew, you floozy. " <br><br>Maddie struck a pose running a hand through her short hair in mock sexy fashion. &nbsp;"I do not know -what- you are talking about." <br><br>Laughing the twin sisters walked through the docking bay to the ship meant to be their new home. Inside both were nervous for different reasons and one of them had a secret much deeper than the strange relationship they shared. Maddie went on and on about the engine of the ship how excited she was to push the warp capabilities as she feels with the schematics she saw the <em>Redemption</em> her powers greatly under estimated. Being Chief Engineer Maddie had already begun to plan for disaster scenarios and enhancements. It had definitely been Maddie excitement which had convinced Veyea to accept the Chief Operations Officer post. She knew it was a push and that Veyea did it to make her happy and Maddie silently vowed to make Veyea happy too.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 04:23:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/images/thumb/7/71/Rodansmall.jpg/800px-Rodansmall.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diplomatic Attache Anatole Kir-Je<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Docking port<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> Open<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>The crew was starting to gather.&nbsp; Already there were a handful clustering around the entrance to the docking collar.&nbsp; Eventually, one of them would take the plunge and board the ship.&nbsp; It was as if they were all standing around waiting for permission.<br><br>He'd been on board several times already, preparing the ambassador's quarters, making sure everything was squared away.&nbsp; With that done, he was taking the opportunity to do what he did best; unobtrusively loiter and observe the crew as they gathered.&nbsp; Many would be coming from long term assignments, places that they thought of as home and crews that they thought of as family.&nbsp; This would be a new home and a new family.&nbsp; There were bound to be growing pains.<br><br>&nbsp;Technically he was outslde the chain of command.&nbsp; He would follow orders of course; there was no point in trying to work against the established protocol, even if the amabassador was the only one who had true authority over him.&nbsp; The captain would, of course have the ultimate authority on the ship, unless the matter directly concerned the diplomatic corps.&nbsp; Ah, politics.&nbsp; It was said that to err is human but to really foul things up, you needed a computer.&nbsp; Whoever had said that hadn't considered the damage a politician could do.<br><br>His eyes picked out the Trill, clearly Joined.&nbsp; It was an observation, rather than a point of envy.&nbsp; Most Trill aspired to be joined although so few qualified.&nbsp; Anatole had known early on that he didn't qualify and had simply moved on with his life.&nbsp; There was no point bemoaning the fact that he would never be paired with a symbiote.&nbsp; He had much better things to focus his time on than what-might-have-beens.<br><br>Beyond the Trill, the rest of the crew seemed wildly diverse.&nbsp; A Caitian, A Cardassian a pair of humans that bore a familial resemblence; he'd even heard tales that the captain was going to be an android.&nbsp; Normally he would have considered that to be a baseless rumour but the source had been unimpeachable.&nbsp; It would be interesting to say the least, similar to but not exactly like having a Vulcan commanding officer.&nbsp; It seemed likely to be an interesting assignment.&nbsp; At the very least it would allow him to gain some practice with some of the languages he spoke, if not learn several more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 06:53:46</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> Dock-5<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> mostly Kavash Teel and Anatole Kir-Je<br><br><div align="center"><em>Alright, let's try going through this one more time! A Soongh-type android Captain, a Caitian Chief Science Officer, a Joined Trill Operations Officer, an Unjoined Trill assistant to Diplomatic Envoy, a Bajoran Engineer... </em></div><br>Counselor Geshinaa Nollad was recklessly multitasking again, scrolling over the crew member data she had compiled from both medical and official records. As far as medical records she had access to went, it was rather sparse over all. The crew <em>seemed</em> rather well adjusted, all considered in healthy and strong states of mind, a few usual bumps and dents non-withstanding. This was both good and bad news for her. Good news was that the crew should be off to a racing head start to assist Star Fleet in any way that it could! Bad news was the lack of information also meant a lack of foundation for <em>her</em> assisting <em>them</em>. Each step she took through the Earth Spacedock in her very sensible heeled boots, standard issue, was hasty and excited. <br><br>The Orion-<em>muni</em> female, with her missive golden orange hair flowing behind her, was the embodiment of disruption, though it was always quite unintentional. Well, sometimes. Others dodged out of her way, a few spun, and a fewer still ended up bumping her shoulders as she marched past. It all left more than a proper wake of grumbling malcontents behind her. But she hardly could pay attention to all of that nonsense. Her crew! Her new crew! Well, not <em>hers</em> precisely, but almost sort of. She would be the one they came to with complaints and hopes and fears and- Oh she could hardly contain her excitement! All the help she could provide! And this time around as a proper Lt. Commander, so no mistakes!<br><br>Not that there were mistakes before precisely, though others often mistook her enthusiasm and natural out-going ways for ill-lit Orion outrageous ostentatious behavior. She didn't think she was showy or overly familiar, though. More often than not her family had chastised her for lacking ambition and desire. As for the easy familiarity, well that was just something of the culture, wasn't it? She was a hugger! She loved to buddy around with others! Of course she was still learning to tamper such behavior down, it was a hard thing to do, rewrite the mannerisms you were raised with.<br><br>But the comfort of the others came first and foremost! Her things were most likely already delivered onto the ship, so all she had to worry about was remembering which face went with which name. Though, of course, she was just nervous and needing something to do. In the end she could always, well, <em>feel</em> who was who. Though not completely potent in her kind's telepathic abilities, her diluted was were just enough to give her a hand every now and then. She was no Betazoid, but it certain was useful to have some sort of edge in her line of work. It was easier to help others through their difficult times when you could actually feel what they were feelings. Even if the&nbsp; testing simulations were far more difficult than the real life situations, since 'simulations' meant it was just a pre-designed situation and therefore her abilities couldn't help her out. Her in-field work had certain helped round her out, even if they had mostly been put to use on spacedocks like this one and not with a set crew on a set ship.<br><br>Which was why she was so excited! Upon passing the testing require for her to obtain a true Lt. Commander rank, not just a Junior Grade rank, she was finally <em>finally</em> assigned to a posting on an actual ship! Spacedocks were fine, but they held no excitement or adventure or the sense of moving <em>through</em> space. They just docilely rotated... And they also didn't offer the consistency of having a set group of patients to work with. With a set group, you could go deeper than just the feelings and experiences of right now. You could delve deeper, find key building bricks to what made that person tick. Then help them lay in a bit of mortar to stabilize their life or fill in a few cracks to right a particularly unwanted flaw.<br><br>It was thrilling! Of course there were a few highlighted notes in each of the crew member's data she had personalized for her own records and use. The Joined Trill would be fascinating due to his lack of Zhian'tara with his symbiote, not to mention the possible mending there could be needed between his lack of training and his very esteemed symbiote. The two personalities in a single form... Truly compelling! She hoped they would come to her office aboard the ship often. And there was also the Unjoined Trill, as long term guest accompanying an envoy aboard the ship. How would he react to such an uncommon Joined Trill? She would have to make inquiries of his state of being as well. <br><br>Looking up at ship, she smiled. Small and perfect. Her first crew! Well, not <em>hers</em> but well, oh it didn't matter! <em>Delbaj'bhar lisk cluros'ot flars! </em> Rough translation: This Lt. Commander would command over the coolness of being amazing. Intended meaning: This Lt. Commander was going to be amazingly awesome at her job. Putting her information to the side, she grinned up at the <em>Redemption</em> like it was her new best friend. Oh she couldn't wait to get to work!<br><br><hr><br><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> Docking port 5<br><strong>Interacting (possibly):</strong> Un'lar Adaal<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Rim Tibbetts<br></div><br><br>Tall by human standards, but short compared to Andorian standards, the graceful and delicately lean blue-skinned female separated herself from the bustling crowds of the Earth Spacedock. Ensign Ithali sh'Rhynek moved in measured fluidly graceful ways, head held high, half-hooded eyes like green fire opal and set on their destination. She was light on her feet, willowly to human standards, and in drastic heeled boots. Nothing to break protocol, but they were pushing it. It was a height complex. She was shorter than the average of her kind. But her kind had 'legs for days', whatever that meant. It apparently was a compliment, though she could still not understand the true meaning of it. Of course she only had two legs and they were permanently structured and not reduced on the average every day. Her kind did not grow numerous additional limbs. However, the human male that had state such strange compliments had surely known this, so she hadn't taken it literally. And she was glad of it. He had been more than energetic and commanding in bed. He had been a very skilled <em>tezha</em> to have, even just for the night.<br><br>Her lips slowly worked into a smile. There was no point to the pleasures humans could give as far as an Andorian's reproductive system work, but it was plenty enjoyable. Her kind, after all, need all four genders to participate in rearing young. Good thing she currently was very uninterested in reproducing, despite being the life-giver of the two female genders. She was also considered rather old not to have participated in a marriage and ritual to reproduce. But the answer to all of that was that she was not interested at the moment. It was extremely selfish, by her societies standards, considering it was extremely difficult to have young, but she wasn't in her society at the moment. She was on the Spacedock heading to her first ship assignment. <br><br>As low as an Ensign was, she was hastily desiring leaving the spacedock. Before her very determined <em>Zhavey</em>, or birthing-mother, located her and issued threats of visitation to haul her back to their homeplanet to go through with her 'sacred duty'. Shudder the thought. Everything was too stuck in the past at home. She wanted more <em>tezha</em> relations, not something as serious as the <em>shelthreth</em> of a bonded quad. But her planet's people were nothing if not traditional.<br><br>The slender Andorian's antennae, always picking up sensory information around her, found several pin-pointed personnel in the location of the ship she was assigned to. Lifting a delicate and long fingered hand to her short pure white hair, she made sure not a strand was out of place. Best to leave a good first impression. Of course, the impression they gave her, once she actually physically saw them, was of mild satisfaction. They were all reasonably strong looking, each one according to their own race. The Chief Medical Officer was one of her prime interest, right along with the Caitian Science Officer. As strong as her kind was, they tended to tire easily without nutritional supplements to sate their hyperactive metabolisms. Could she go toe-to-toe with either of them? Would it be impolite to ask if they could spare with her had some point? Most likely. Most found the Andorian unleashing of aggression a startlingly overwhelming experience, considering they were always so polite and refined and soft-spoken in casual everyday interactions. <br><br>The ship itself was of little concern to her at the moment, her green opal eyes looking from the Caitian who was playfully pestering a Trill (she could never tell Joined from Unjoined) to the stoic Cardassian. Long legs with elegant strides carried her to the Chief Medical Officer's side. Standing by his side, her eyes slide over to him slowly. Ridged and almost a bit scaly, he looked as formidable as most of his broad shouldered kind did. <br><br>"Commander Adaal," she greeted him in her soft and gentle voice, "It is a pleasure to meet you, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>12-08-2017, 08:34:46</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 noted the others drifting into the docking port, presumably there for the same reason. To become familiar with their new home, spread out before them, and with the people they would spend an indefinite period of time with. The twin officers, the ships Engineer and Operations. A sad story. Something about it pulled at him. He'd have to sit down and go over the records in further depth at some point. Un'lar didn't make a habit of indulging his curiosities, but if a more indepth review uncovered some substantiation for his hunch, then he'd follow it up. For now, nothing more than a note. Next up was the Diplomat. Unjoined Trill, distinguished service record, little interest in promotion. Officers like him made Starfleet go round. Then entered one of his largest worries. The Counsellor. As with the Chief Science Officer, their purviews overlapped, but to an even greater extent. She existed outside the hierarchy of Sickbay, something that grated at him. Mental health was a component of his responsibilities, and he disliked the odd structuring. A Cardassian trait, he knew. Hierarchies had greater importance to his kind then others. But beyond that, there was also the fact that she was a Half Orion. Even only a partial Orion's pheremones could cause... issues among a crew. Headaches and malaise among female crew members, irrational competitiveness and anger among the males. It bore watching.<br><br>However, he was approached, Un'lar turning to the Ensign. Looking at her, her service history flashed before his eyes. He cracked a smile at her naming of him. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who believed in doing their homework. Of course, Un'lar was... a bit more easier to spot then some.<br><br>"Ensign sh'Rhynek."<br><br>Un'lar inclined his head. His pronunciation was flawless, if a bit mechanical. Un'lar did not speak Andorian (the proliferation of languages in the Federation was another of those things that rubbed him the wrong way) but memorizing the exact way to say a word was fairly easy.<br><br>"The same to you. This is your first spaceborne posting, correct?"<br><br>His voice was restrained, lacking the blustering edge Cardassian's usually employed. Un'lar did have some traits, but the insistence on the promotion of the ego above all else was not one. Un'lar of course recognized it for what it was. A Cardassian Male was loud, abrasive, and forceful, because these traits indicated fitness to mate. They were hardly the only race to allow their mating rituals to dictate core parts of their culture, but it was amusing from one outside the dating pool.<br><br>"While I have you... it appears that you've been scheduled for a physical at the earliest possible convenience. The request was sent to the academy, and passed along to me. Once we get underway, please report to sickbay."<br><br>To be frank... it was another thing that had bothered him and he intended to speak to the Ensign in private about it. Why exactly someone from Andor wanted a full medical work up. If there was something of concern, he needed to know. And even with the Ensign's consent, he disliked sending Medical Data off the ship.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>13-08-2017, 19:14:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Kavish_Teel_Trill_2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>b Lieutenant Kavash Teel<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Intrepid/USS Redemption Docking port<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lt Commander Rim/ Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Everyone around.<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Kavash walked up to the viewing window above the space dock.&nbsp; She looked tiny compared to the <em>Intrepid</em> but then of course the Intrepid class ships looked tiny compare to the Constitution Class ships so in reality it was all relative.&nbsp; Teel's memories were of a time when Starships were getting bigger not smaller.&nbsp; The original Enterprise A was almost a quarter of the size of the Enterprise D, but then Starfleet decided to go with sleeker ships and the Enterprise got smaller.&nbsp; <br><br>Of course these were both ships with esteemed histories and lineages going back ages.&nbsp; Unlike the <em>Redemption</em>, her story was just starting, her lineage started with this crew.&nbsp; The small package packing a huge punch was the way a few of his comrades on the <em>Intrepid</em> had described her.&nbsp; She was the next generation of Starfleet capability and their crew would be the ones to set the tone for the capabilities this little ship carried.<br><br>His senses bristled before he ever heard the words behind him.&nbsp; It wasn't any sort of crazy Betazoid empthy or hidden Trill sensory power that told him someone was approaching, but the instincts and senses of a being that was over a hundred and fifty years old.&nbsp; Kavash grinned at the words.&nbsp; He'd recognize a Catalian voice anywhere.&nbsp; Turning nodded.&nbsp; "Kavash Teel, Operations officer."&nbsp; He said, taking the large paw much the same as he'd taken his captain's not more than an hour ago.&nbsp; His nod quickly turned to a shake of his head as the question slipped out.&nbsp; "Nope, I was getting ready to.&nbsp; You think there's anyone on board yet?"&nbsp; He asked noticing there had been a slowly growing collection of officers near the docking ramp.&nbsp; He'd heard there was going to be a rather eclectic collection of leadership on this ship, but he didn't believe it until he'd seen it.&nbsp; "Seems to be a rather interesting mix of crew."&nbsp; Kavash said letting his thought translate into words.&nbsp; <br><br>Having two Trill on the crew would be interesting, even through the other one was not joined, that would have been unheard of.&nbsp; The Andorian and Orion on the other hand weren't unheard of, but still seemed a bit odd.&nbsp; A Catalian science officer made him smile.&nbsp; The one that seemed to stand out as particularly odd was the Cardassian medical officer.&nbsp; Sure the war was over and the Cardassian's had paid dearly for their actions when the Dominion turned on them in the end, but a hot distrust of Cardassian's still ran deep both for Kavash and Teel.&nbsp; Had it not been for the Cardassian, not Dominion, attack on their weapon development outpost,&nbsp; Rasis Teel, would still likely be alive.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Trills have long memories.<br><br>"Should we board?"&nbsp; Kavash finally asked Rim
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 04:44:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdT2PCz-fdQ/Ux0r7YN2kuI/AAAAAAAABcA/eF2DAS43BWwt2tvx4Sja3XqgHCYwxQaSgCKgB/s1600/Tigran.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Lt Commander Rim Tibbetts<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Docking port<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> Kavash Teel (mentioning others)<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>"Somebody has to be first,"&nbsp; Tibbetts said, starting to move forward with a slow easy lope.&nbsp; His digitigrade legs were longer than a human's giving him a greater stride.&nbsp; There were likely already crewmen aboard, maintenance and engineering probably.&nbsp; It was typical of species that were normally heard animals; no one wanted to be the first into an unknown area.&nbsp; Once somebody, <em>anybody</em> ,was seen boarding, a slow trickle would grow to a torrent.&nbsp; All those interesting people would follow and the would begin getting to know each other.<br><br>"I've heard some interesting things about the level of diversity on the crew," he said, assuming Kavash was keeping up.&nbsp; "With this many different species, I'd be interested in seeing what they bring to the table based solely on background rather than skill.&nbsp; Different perspectives and different expectations will keep life interesting, that's for certain."<br><br>His keen ears picked out the gentle hum of the ship's engines.&nbsp; Each ship had it's own sound, its own vibrational frequency.&nbsp; It would eventually fall into the background but those with keen enough senses or even just an attachment to the ship would be able to detect changes in that frequency and therefore know that something had changed.&nbsp; He was going to miss the sound of the Kharjo but he'd soon get used to the sound of the Redemption.<br><br><em>I wonder if the name is prophetic for anyone?&nbsp; Certainly the doctor.&nbsp; He's Cardassian.&nbsp; He's got to be making up for something. Check out the hair on the Orion.&nbsp; So <em>lush</em>.... </em><br><br>"Do you know anything about the crew?&nbsp; I read the briefing on the ship but didn't do much more than skim the crew roster. "
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NikangKaori</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 04:59:40</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 (traveling from - to):</strong> Dock-5 - <em>Redemption</em><br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> none<br><br>Counselor Geshinaa didn't waste anytime. She was shuffling with her things, the rather average Orion-muni too excited to hand back. Her large plume of gold-orange hair and her deep emerald complexion didn't exactly help her blend into the background. Neither did that faint sweet heady scent that ever so faintly clung tight around her like watered down perfume. The curvaceous creature practically skipped ahead, far too excited to restrain herself to professionalism. <br><br>The ship was wonderful, her crew was beautiful and everything was finally going her way! Making a bee-line up ahead, she hardly even realized the mirage of confrontation and strife she usually would have noticed and watched with rapt attention. Her interesting Trills were catching first sights of one another and she didn't even realize that she was missing it. Boy would she be disappointed later. Not to mention the Cardassian doc giving his rather oddly pressed handed down requested to a paling Andorian. Or even the playful antics of a Catian meeting a crew mate for the first time. All that, completely missed. Her record of it would be mournful, when entered at a late time.<br><br><hr><br><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 (traveling from - to):</strong> Docking port 5 - Med Bay onboard<br><strong>Interacting:</strong> Un'lar Adaal<br></div><br><br><br><br>"It is indeed the first posting onboard a starship I have had," she agreed with a graceful and slow incline of her starlight pale head, blue face turning a bit teal with knowledge that a commander knew her name and how to pronounce it properly. And then he mentioned a certain request that had been sent from the academy to him. More specifically something requested of the academy, that had been transferred to him. She paled.<br><br>And then all of a sudden Ensign Ithali turned a deep sea blue. The medical officer in command on the ship...had such a request transferred to him! About a full medical scan of her! Her fire opal green eyes flashed. Andorian temper alert! She closed her eyes and pressed her long fingers to her temple. She wanted nothing more than to punch a nice gaping hole into the nearest wall. Not that it was possible, but it about summed up how she was feeling at the moment. She didn't need three guesses to know exactly wanted those scans sent to them. And even less guesses to know who would be pushy and ridiculous enough to use every connection possible to get such an insane request send through so many channels. Instead of focusing on her volcanic anger, she tried more calming and pleasant thoughts. The Commander of the Med Bay knew her name and pronounced it properly. She wouldn't be a complete outcast among this very electric crew. She would be able to find many to spar with among the crew. <br><br>Ah, that one did it. Nothing like sparing to settle the temper and calm the mind. Yes, she could do a bit of that later, to put herself at ease. A little more relaxed now, she opened her eyes and looked at Commander Adaal.<br><br>"Commander Adaal," her still soft and gentle voice seemed a bit sheepish now, as she turned yet another shade of deep blue, "May we speak in the sickbay?" She didn't particularly wish for all to hear her beg the commander to ignore the request. And her explanation of why would be even more humiliating. Andorians of her homeplanet's particular society may press utmost importance on breeding, but they certainly didn't talk about it in public. She gestured for the commander to lead the way. She would much rather have this over and done with somewhere a bit less public...<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 05:23:59</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>Transition Info:</strong> To Redemption Medical and Counselor's Office<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Un'lar had watched the motions playing across her face with interest. It was apparent that the Ensign had little experience (or potentially, interest) in hiding her emotions. A slight bit of happiness at his initial words. Perhaps to something in the phrasing, or perhaps just joy at her first posting, at being reminded of? Or pleasure at the thought of being done with the academy. Insufficient evidence to make a prediction. However, the follow far more intense emotions. Embarrassment. Perhaps something private? He hadn't thought that the matter was that... emotional. A scan meant something was being looked for, not known. And then anger. At him?<br><br>Throughout all of this, he watched impatiently, the flickering thoughts cool currents of logic. His face showed no sign, the opposite of the Ensign's as he watched her calm down again. Her request was quite reasonable, and if he had revealed something he should not have, it was best he apologize immediately. "Of course Ensign sh'Rhynek." He made the note to inform the Chief of Security that he'd borrowed the Ensign.<br><br>He strode off to board the vessel, nodding at her gesture. While he didn't have the entire ship schematics in his head, he knew where his sickbay was. Given her reaction, he doubted she had been expecting to visit there today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>orderNchaos</strong> on <strong>14-08-2017, 20:19:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/84/Kavish_Teel_Trill_2.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>b Lieutenant Kavash Teel<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Docking port<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lt Commander Rim/ Open<br><strong>Mentioning:</strong> Everyone around.<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Kavash gave the Catalian a taunting look, the edges of his lips twisted up as the both turned to the docking collar and the ramp leading to the ship.&nbsp; He had to admit there really wasn't any crazy nuance about being the first onto the ship.&nbsp; It wasn't like they were boarding the ship at drydock for the first time anyone ever took her out.&nbsp; There had been a skeleton crew before, a shakedown, there always was.&nbsp; <br><br>Tibbet's assertion that there was probably crew on board already made Kavash laugh to himself at the idea that they had all be hanging out on the docking collar waiting for....<em>what?</em>.&nbsp; Keeping along side the feline's long stride, Kavash listened to his comments about the crew.<br><br>"I've heard that too.&nbsp; But it's supposed to be a diplomatic mission,"&nbsp; Kavash replied, his eyes wandering along the walls as he moved through the ships corridors.&nbsp; Stopping at a computer console on the wall.&nbsp; "Computer, assigned living quarters for Teel, Kavash Lieutenant"&nbsp; <br><br><strong>"Lieutenant Kavash Teel is assigned to stateroom 4-28, Forward section starboard side."</strong>&nbsp; The melodic female voice reminiscent of all Federation Starship computer interfaces.&nbsp; With a nod, Kavash stepped back wondering if Tibbets already knew his quarters.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm sure there's the usual mix of humans, but yes I see the majority of the command staff being non-human or vulcan as a point of interest.&nbsp; To Teel's recollection, she's only been on two Federation Starships that had this number of divergent species as the leadership of a starship."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The comment about the Orion officer perked up Kavash's thoughts.&nbsp; His wrinkled brow softened with a smile as she hear the Catalian refer to her hair.&nbsp; "I'm sure she's going to have a full appointment calendar for the first month we're out."&nbsp; Kavash joked to himself reminding himself how loneliness tended to set in around the first month of a voyage after routine was established.&nbsp; "I've read a little about our Captain and the Operations Chief, but aside from that I didn't have time."&nbsp; He responded to Tibbet's question about knowing anything about the crew.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: Blood and Fire - Earth Spacedock</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Captain Whitebread</strong> on <strong>15-08-2017, 04:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/images/thumb/7/71/Rodansmall.jpg/800px-Rodansmall.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong> Diplomatic Attache Anatole Kir-Je<br><strong>Location:</strong> USS Redemption Docking port<br><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong> Open<br><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br><br>Anatole joined the crowd as it began to move forward.&nbsp; He knew where his quarters were; he just wanted to check out the crew.&nbsp; It was going to be an interesting assignment for a variety of reasons.&nbsp; He was surprised that the ambassador hadn't arrived yet.&nbsp; He was used to travelling with the diplomat, rather than preceding him.&nbsp; Perhaps it was a test to see how well he would do without supervision.&nbsp; If that was the case, it would be mildly annoying.&nbsp; That was a test for a junior diplomat, to see f they were able to set up the ambassador's quarters and offer in the specified manner.&nbsp; Anatole had been doing that for years and he'd never once failed to have things <em>exactly </em>correct.&nbsp; It was something he prided himself in.<br><br>His mind kept returning to the joined Trill.&nbsp; Perhaps he had been given this assignment in order to be there if the symbiote's life was endangered.&nbsp; That made no logical sense.&nbsp; If that was the case, why then they would they not assign Trill in pairs, one to be Joined and the other as back-up should the host be severely injured?&nbsp; Why did they not prepare more hosts than were needed.&nbsp; No, he hadn't been assigned here because he was an unjoined Trill, so he could be a living life support system for the symbiote.&nbsp; He'd been deemed ineligible.&nbsp; He'd accepted that.&nbsp; &nbsp;It would bring up an interest question as to what he would do if the Joined host died.&nbsp; They'd have 96 hours to get a new host, otherwise he'd be inseparably Joined to Teel, assuming he accepted the implantation.&nbsp; They couldn't force him.&nbsp; There was precedent for the symbiotes temporarily surviving in a non-Trill host but that was rough on both beings.&nbsp; He hoped the situation would never come to pass but if it did, he'd have a decision to make, one that would have far reaching repercussions for all involved.&nbsp; &nbsp;Would he give up his own life to save another?&nbsp; They would all need to wait and see and hope the situation never arose.
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