Star Trek: Starbase 777 - the-corridors

Unlike your typical Starfleet ship, the interior of a Romulan warbird was made of darker tones, green lights drawing soft shadows on some of the walls; peculiar how the Vulcan cousin species were so fond of the color of their blood. Those who were here before, might've noticed the lack of both dead bodies and Borg corruption - the ship looked clean. Homely, even. "Welcome aboard!" he gestured around to the group, almost like a tour guide. As soon as he stepped back on his ship, Juler's whole posture relaxed, an easy smile on his lips. "We'll have to take a turbolift to the engineerin', and that's where we'll get to the core. I'm happy to report that both the lifts work! Unlike the last time."

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Lapan chirped uncomfortably, which turned into a slight whistle as he spoke. "What happened last time? Does this sort of thing happen often?"

"Oh, definitely not, no, I am referring to, um..." he glanced at Allan and Alizati, then. "The first encounter we've had with each n' other."

"Ah," Allan looked around with a smile when they walked in, the ship looked so... clean, yeah, and ... far more relaxing rather than anxiety-inducing. "God, she's beautiful, you know," he said, smiling as Juler mentioned the lifts worked, "still was, but - yeah, the lifts... last time there was just, um, a lot going on, to be brief, I guess?"

"Well that makes a pleasant change. I'm not afraid to admit our turbolift number three likes misbehaving lot, so to hear both of yours are in working order is reassuring." The Ferengi replied with a slight chuckle, the dimmed lighting quite appreciated in all honesty.

Looking around, Sodor's work mode soon clicked into gear in their head as they moved to the side and quickly took a picture of the group as they headed down the corridor away from them. The process has begun!

He skittered along with his short legs, looking around at the place. Romulan engineering! "Yes, she is sleek." Sensual, even, but he didn't say that out loud. That would've made it sound like he was attracted to the ship. Regardless of whether that was true, it wasn't polite to say out loud. "But robust, too. Luckily, I was not here last time." (edited)

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It isn't everyday that you get to work on a Romulan Warbird, actually this was proabably Maya's first time setting foot in one so she was just enjoying her time and taking in the sight of it all. It's actually much nicer than she had expected, at least at present. * "How long has the Kinaen been in service? If you don't mind me asking." *She asked whilst she followed the others, mostly curious about how the first encounter between the Kinaen and 777 had went down. Her cousin was around during that time, probably, she could ask him about it later.

"Are you askin' about her Republic service, or about what transpired b'fore?.." he laughed, shaking his head slightly. "It's been... quite a long time actually. Over fourteen years now... Only a year as a Republic vessel, the rest was served under the Empire. Majority of our time was spent as a science ship. Yeah, girl's quite old, and..." It seemed that he caught himself just in time. Juler cleared his throat, and gave the group a tight smile, standing in front of the turbolift: "Nah, that's just sad to think about. Let's go to the engineerin' level, yeah?"

Dagis in typical Dagis fashion enjoyed listening to the ongoing conversation more than partaking, not because she didn't want to chat, but just that she had nothing to say right now. Gesturing for the Arrain to lead the way with a smile, she was really quite looking forward to seeing their engineering level, despite having little to no knowledge about engineering as a whole.

Green was not so familiar for him - he didn't even have green blood like many half-Vulcanoids did. His skin had no tinge of green. Sometimes he felt more like one of those pointy-eared fantasy elves. "Like I said: to have been going for this long, she must be sensual and robust." Wait. Not that s word. The other one. Sleek. Actually, nope, he wasn't going to correct himself - now that he'd said that out loud, he was going to own it. "I like blue best, but that certain phthalo green I often see in Romulan ships and other art does have a charm to it."

"Sensual and robust, I like that, you're right," he said in response to Serin, reaching the turbolift with the rest of the group and nodding. "Hell yeah, to engineering," he confirmed.

"My, what peculiar language for ships! Is that Starfleet jargon?" he teased, entering #turbolift-01. Was that the one with the large amount of homosexual activity, or was it the second one?.. Who knows. Anyways, as soon as everyone entered, the doors closed shut, and off the lift went!

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As he followed Juler into #turbolift-01, he replied, "Of course not - 'tis my own patented jargon." He was owning it now. If he was Serin-Eshi "Shipfucker" Ser Fah’Mohrs Ed Signor Seroth Seira Fandall Serin-De-Sieth forever now, so be it.

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