Star Trek: Eventide 777 - lower-habitat-corridor

She looked around and then slowly made her way over to the mess hall, she hadn't eaten in... a while, since before her arrival here and it was starting to bother her ever so slightly.

He trotted down the hallway, following the quarters numbers to her door. "Ah! Well, here we are..."

"Thank you a lot Streelan." She said, smiling up at him

"You're welcome." He smiled and let go of her arm. "Do you require anything else from me at this moment/"

"I don't. I had fun, we really should do that again soon..." She said happily.

"I would love to." He smiled and backed away from her to give her a bit of space. "I'll be looking forward to it eagerly..."

"I am too... I am free until I get my luggage back and check in with some people so feel free to ask." Her tail was still swishing happily behind her as she spoke

"The same to you. Till then." Streelan smiled and trotted off down the hallway.

"See you around Streelan!" She called happily before entering her quarters

She left her quarters and walked to a turbolift

The Cardassian Liaison Officer made her way from her room to the turbolift silently, deciding to go eat something and check out the shops on the promenade after her trip to the station.

She walked down the corridor, going after Kh'reyah.

She walked confidently ahead of her and stepped through the door to her quarters.

And Sam followed suit.

He walked besides Holly to a lift

She smiled along.

Exiting the turbolift, Orith looked down at his PADD to go over the directions that would lead him to his quarters. Once the quick once over was over he began walking after picking up his luggage. He still couldn't believe he was given this assignment and still saw it as some form of punishment for something he did. Was he a bit rough with Tal Shiar agents during interrogations? Sure, but who hasn't? He sighed inwardly, maybe command truly did think he was the right person for this, which only added to the embers of his frustration.

Aella zoomed down the corridor, walking faster than she even thought she could. She was in such a rush she forgot her modified visual sensory display so she could actually navigate the station. BAM "I swear to the Founders, I'm so sorry!!!" Aella scrambled to her feet when she realised he had ran into someone-- someone important looking too.

Orith was suddenly shaken from his thoughts when he walked in- No someone ran into him, quite a loud someone at that. A Vorta, now this was interesting, but with the Dominion being apart of the Khitomer Alliance it wasn't too strange. "It's fine, though you might want to slow down a bit before you run into a wall...or worse." By worse he meant something sharp, but considering this is a Federation Starbase, that was unlikely. Perhaps a Kilingon then? He could already see the Vorta being challenged to some kind of duel, in the name of 'Honour' which would just be an excuse to hit someone.

The tiny Vorta's vision was still pretty blurry from the crash. It was hard to discern who exactly she ran into. He looked important, but she merely saw a tan blob. "I guess I was just in a hurry. You see, the Vorta have very poor eyesight, it is the will of the Founders, but our hearing is excellent," Aella took a couple steps closer to Orith so she could get a better look at his face. "A Romulan? And you are?"

"Stating the obvious I see." He wondered if he stood far enough would the Vorta perhaps confuse him for a Vulcan. If her eyesight is as terrible as she claims, there's a chance she might have likened him to a Reman. He didn't know which was worse, at least if he was the later he would still have his emotions. "Subcommander Orith N'ten.....Though I guess my rank doesn't count for much as a liaison. You may call me N'Ten. Now I do believe it is your turn to introduce yourself...."

Aella kept taking steps closer to Orith, trying to get a good look at him. Damn, she really needed to remember her display next time, but it was too late to get it now. "Subcommander N'Ten, nice to meet you. A fellow liaison I see. I am Vera'toran Aella 5, official Dominion liaison and speaker for the Founders."Aella straightened her posture, hoping she looked just as official as him. Aella was a bit of of a mess after the crash. "Well then, I will be on my way. It was nice meeting you. Let's get together another time,"Aella gave him a kind smile before going back to zooming away just as fast as she was going before. Truly, she never learns.

Orith watches the small woman dart away, whatever had her in such a rush must've been important. Judging by the fact no alarms were sounding off in the station, it was likely a personal matter for her. On the bright side he got to meet another Liaison like himself within an hour of his arrival, he would commit her name to memory. "Now to get settled in..." He would continue walking down the hall, hoping to find his room soon.

After finding his room, the Romulan decided it was best to take a walk to familiarize himself with the Starbase and headed for the turbo lift.

She had the computer find the Gorn's quarters before she raced down the corridor herself, pausing outside the door.

"Virana no... I just want to be a good brother to you. I guess you've been struggling lately and I'm sorry for being so mean to you." He suddenly turned his blame inwards, what had he done, he had been acting like a crazy person. He couldn't help but think he was ruining things for her.

"It's not your fault." She continued in a hurried pace down the hall, did she know exactly where she was going? No, she didn't...well not exactly. "Just...I can't right now." She made her way towards a turbolift.

He placed his arm infront of the turbolift door and entered next to her. He took her hand. "Look you're my sister, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel better... do you want me just to leave?"

"No! I don't, I just need..gosh, I'm sorry alright?" She deadpanned. "But I believe I did the right thing." She stated plainly, pushing past him towards the turbolift.

He tried to keep onto her hand firmly. "Wait... I can forgive you... I just want to you know... have a good relationship with you... I'm willing to do whatever it takes." He was full of blame at himself but, he wasn't about to tell her that bluntly.

"You are?" She stared at him for a moment. "Are you sure?" She narrowed her eyes unconvincingly.

He nodded. "I want nothing more then to be a good brother for you. Living without a family all my life... I just want to make up for it now that I have you..."

"You keep saying that you had no family, did they really mean nothing to you? Your adopted family, I mean. You probably had a better life with them than us." She said thoughtfully.

He slumped down against the corridor wall. "They are good people but, they aren't my family. I love my adoptive parents but it just isn't the same as knowing I have an actual sister. My foster sisters were almost like friends even if I cared for them dearly."

"Then why do you want this broken family? You can't say that nobody loves you when you had them? And from what your saying their ages better than us." She frowned.

He plastered a smile onto his own face. "Well because I like you... and I like Serri and knowing we are family... I love that! You two are probably my best friends on the station."

"No... somethings not right, even before you knew us you wanted to find your family. Why? Why weren't you satisfied with your other one?" She said thoughtfully. "Did they abuse you or something?" She narrowed her eyes.

He raised his eyes in shock and quickly shook his head. "No I loved them and all but, I just felt this weird feeling in my gut... like I needed to find them... that a part of me was missing by not knowing them."

"How do they feel about your obsession with finding your biological family?" She asked curiously. "Yes, we're your actually family but don't push them away what you have because you want something else." She said thoughtfully. "I love you, you're my brother but don't...we aren't everything."

He gave her a big hug aswell. "You have no clue how long I've been waiting to hear that... I love you too." He thought about how to answer her question. "I actually haven't really talked to my foster parents all that much recently... they have a lot of adopted kids, they don't really have time to talk to me..."

"Ah, that's what she was looking for.* "I see, I'm sure they still care about you though. And you know what? It would be lovely to meet them and your sisters." She said with a smile.

He chuckled. "There may be too many to meet them all. Though I would hope you allready know my other real sister." He joked. "Speaking of... we need to tell her."

She blanched. "Ah... right." She really didn't want to but the secret was already out. Nothing she could do.

He frowned. "I fear that I mightve scared her earlier... I kinda just ran up and asked for a simple of blood." He shrunk down in embarrassment.

She laughed. "Oh, I'm sure she's fine."

He shrugged. "Still I was frantic early, I owe her a damn good explanation for my actions. I hope she is excited by the news..."

"More so shocked I think, but she'll probably astonished that it happened in the first place but I'm pretty sure she'll be happy in the end."

"I hope so, she's a really kind person. I'm glad to have both of you as my sisters." He glared a massive smile. "There is so much time to make up for between us."

"Yes, there is." She agreed. "I'm sure everything will sort itself out."

He quickly led the way to the Vorta's quarters "Have a good day." He said politely at the door

"Fufu thank you, you too," Aella said with a smile before heading inside. What an interesting exchange she thought. She'd definitely seek him out again in the future.

And he quickly disappeared back into the lift without so much as another word

"We need to see her soon but... I think I need some time to myself for a bit to be honest with you. This whole thing... it's a lot for me." He turned back in on himself. This was all happening so quick.

Dich let herself be pulled down the hall.

She walked slowly down the hall, taking her time for once. She did not want to crash into anyone again.

Back in the lower habitat corridor Aella shuffled off to her quarters to transmit her data to the Founders.

Aella stepped into the lower habitat corridor and headed towards the turbolift. She wasn't about to be late for her first ever date!!

Aella shuffled down the corridor in her new shoes, very comfy!

Aella walked down the corridor and headed back to her quarters.

Aella walked down the lower habitat corridor towards her quarters.

Aella walked down the corridor and to the turbolift.

Aella made her way down the corridor to the lift.

Swiftly Aella made her way down the corridor to her quarters.

Aella scurried down the hallway to the lift!

Back in the lower habitat corridor Aella was heading off to her own quarters. Maybe she would PADD Eshen later and they could hang out? She also wanted to meet up with that Whidbey guy again, she had a lot of philosophy to talk to him. She had search up 'Shower' thoughts and wanted to debate whether water was wet. She took out her PADD and began typing a message to Whidbey outlining her arguments with hopes of arranging a date. Of course whilst doing all this she was not watching where she was going at all....

It wasn't long until a particularly large obstruction planted itself just in front of her, as the uncaring Gorn was too distracted peering at the signage. There were still things not yet receiver aside from his Universal Translator, and a PADD definitely would have came in handy now. Large, broad body littered with muscles and scars, silver scales abrasive and rough, it definitely didn't hurt that the fabric Rozadas donned was itchy. Not in the conventional sense, no, but it chafed horribly, and the Gorn wanted something a bit more comfortable. But duty was duty, and complaining about such meaningless things made him a petaQ, a baktag of a Gorn. Three-fingered hands, tipped with sharp claws, gently pulled at his uniform's collar. This was definitely going to be a hilarious collision, because the Gorn was eight-foot-seven as well as four hundred and seventy-five pounds, he was large enough to count as his own planetary body. The doorways already proved troublesome, and it wasn't until the pitter-patter of smaller feet upon the deck, that Rozadas considered the idea of others. Far too late, his slitted eyes flicked down to note the approaching Dominion-lover, before remaining silent. It wasn't like he particularly enjoyed their kind, but for the sake of decency, he kept quiet. For now, silver eyes and onyx-black slitted pupils glared at her, glowing faintly...

"In Standard you often say 'the building is on fire' but in reality the fire is on the building,‘ Aella typed out on her PADD. She was having so many thoughts about life, like... If you clean a vacuum... You become a vacuum cleaner. The brain is the only organ that has named itself and studies itself. Just then, Aella noticed a dark shadow in front of her and stopped right before the collision. "O-Oh!" She looked up from her PADD at the towering Gorn in front of her. She adjusted her glasses on her face and blinked a couple times. "Hello, you must be new," She greeted with a smile, showing no fear. He was giant, but she was not scared. It took a lot to intimidate a Vorta commander after all.

Glinting eyes observed her, and the outbreak of a toothy, intimidating smile spread its wings across the Gorn's maw. Pausing his efforts to get his uniform to be slightly more comfortable, the Dominion's targ (her uniform was a dead giveaway, and even if not, he was appraised on the other diplomatic liaisons to make cmmunication easier) made itself known. Being appraised by her visibly no doubt gave some answers, his weapons were not on him (a great shame) yet it didn't seem it mattered much when theoretically the Gorn still could snap a man in half. A bellicose chuckle rumbled its way from his throat, maw slightly opened to reveal several rows of ivory-colored teeth, clawed hands resting at his sides. It wasn't mocking, but it wasn't quite friendly either, more-so in the middle-ground of humored at her misfortune. Noting her features and jotting them down to memory, Rozadas finally hissed out a response. "You must be new too, Hur'q; I have not seen your kind much in Klingon space." The Gorn said no more, but one got the impression that he found her ramblings amusing. Especially when his head craned over and gaze flickered over to the PADD, studying the lines. It was nonsensical rambling, to say the least, and the Gorn hated the concept of philosophy. It was not for him, and there was only honor or dishonor. Simply as is, though Rozadas didn't comment on this. Instead, the Gorn's hulking frame merely stood there, menacingly. As if idly wondering what or who he was choosing to engage his time with. Well, unintentionally choosing, soon he'd be on his way to his office, of course...

This giant dinosaur was rather interesting. Just as much as he was studying her, she was studying him. Her head tiled upwards to look at him. He was tall, sharp teeth, a typical Gorn. Aella hadn't met many of them during her time in Dominion space, but she was familiar with the basics of his species. The tiny Vorta took a couple steps back so she wasn't so close. Her movements were graceful, fluid, like a lily on water. She lowered her PADD down to her side and with her other hand tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Just like a Vorta, always playing innocent and cute. What they lacked in physical strength they made up for in their looks and power of deception. "Yes, my name is Aella 5. Vara'toran, Dominion Liaison, and official speaker for the Founders," She said in her sing-song style voice. "And you are?" She raised an eyebrow, giving the Gorn a warm and friendly smile. It looked fake, all Vorta had honeyed tongues and deceptively charming personas. This is why they were probably one of the most hated races in the galaxy.

Given how they were attempting an obvious baited hook of a deception, the Gorn, already mistrusting of anything not in Klingon space, found her about as charming as an eel. Eyes burnt with slight annoyance, even as her graceful, fluid movements were contrasted by his own ponderous motion. Yet, the Gorn, Rozadas, was not exactly one to fall for her "cute" charms either, she was hideous by Gorn standards anyway. Then again, breaking diplomatic tact was likely a poor idea, and could be used against the Klingon Empire- something he was not willing to afford. So for now, the Gorn played nice, though Rozadas privately wished this encounter ended sooner, rather than later, lest he decide to engage in an "inter-diplomatic incident" involving an airlock and the Vorta being jettisoned by accident. Though something told him she was not dumb enough to fall for that. "Rozadas, Gorn. Liaison of the Klingon Empire." Short, to the point, and avoiding any personal mention beyond a name. Aside from his occupation, which was required to be stated, the Gorn left any information that was viable against him off the table. He was not going to give the damnable Vorta a single ounce of ammunition. Not one, but yet, he began slipping to the left, studying the station around him. Curiously, it was unique, fascinating. Unlike her, as Rozadas slithered his glare back over to her, before replying. A tone of cool patience was in his voice as was politeness, but it was not easy to read his reptilian facial features for certain. "I will be going now." And with that, Rozadas, the Gorn, attempted to slip past her, and hopefully explore the station more in depth. This was his new home for the time being, after all...

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Of course this guy was not going to be charmed by her cute act, Aella knew that but she had an image to uphold! She was a Vorta and she was going to play into every stereotype, she had to stay true to her brand! She was trying to be better, but her Dominion Pride™️ would not be changed overnight. Anyway, she bowed her head and let the Gorn pass. Frowning a bit when he didn't say anything else to her. She was hoping to speak with the Klingon Liaison, but it was clear he did not share the same opinion. "Well, bye." She said in a sarcastic tone, turning her head and continuing down the corridor. If he wasn't interested in talking with her then she wasn't interested in talking to him! She lifted her PADD once more and resumed her philosophical questions.

Aella questions - Can two vegans still have beef? - What flavour is water?

Good, good, this will be great the next time she meets Whidbey.

Taking his time to maneuver towards the turbolifts, Rozadas drank in the sights before him. Fascinating in a sense, though he much preferred Klingon design aesthetics as opposed to these... Federation standards. Still, off he went to the middle habitat's own array of corridors, preparing for likely finding the commanding officers and getting his room fully assigned...

Off to her quarters!

Dash dash dasshhhuu to the lift!

Aella darted to her room, hugging her bowl of croissants!

Down the corridor she goes!

Again, down the corridor.

Aella quickly darted down the corridor.

After turning a corner in the corridor, Kassell immediately recognized the door to Lurror's quarters. "Ah, here we are." he said.

Lurror followed Kassell, stopping right next to him once they were in front of the door. He let out a sigh of relief knowing he would finally get some rest. "Thank you for showing me to my quarters, Kassell. I will see you later, I suppose?" he asked.

"Yes, of course. I had a early shift, so I'm free for the rest of the day. How does dinner sound? Say... eighteen-hundred?" he asked.

"Sounds good. I will see you 'til then." he said, opening the doors and stepping inside. He gave a parting nod before the doors shut.

Kassell nodded back, leaving the corridor once the doors shut. Today was going to be a good day.

She walked down the corridor in a graceful manner, of course. Always graceful.

She walked down the corridor to the lift.

Down the corridor!

They walked down the corridor until they reached the door to #seven-of-twelve .