Star Trek: Starbase 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 #deleted-channel .

She walked down the corridor. (edited)

Eshen strolled down the corridors, full of cheese and love.

Seven poked his head out of his quarters, hesitantly stepping into the hall. He slowly walked down the corridor, mapping the area as he did.

She walked down the corridor!

Eshen walked down the corridor, wondering what kinds of food Allan liked, and if Aella had tried any more that she'd liked by now, and what he would cook for Nalas for dinner next time they were in their room together.

She walked down the corridor.

She walked down the corridor to her quarters.

This man, who definitely existed before this event, a civilian living on the lower habitat ring, was curious, antsy, and had a small death wish. So he poked his head out of his quarters, and after confirming there was no one in the corridor, he booked it to the turbolifts.

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She walked down the corridor.

Nothing in particular had happened on the lower habitat ring today, something which was a rarity. Normally something would occur; a child would run away from their parents' care and escape down the corridor, someone would put in a noise complaint despite the walls being sound-proof, someone else would manage to flood their quarters somehow... Today there had been nothing so far, but that was about to change. People milling around came to a rather swift halt at the sound of terrified screaming further down the corridor, everyone stopping and turning to see if they could spot what was going on. "No, no, you can't do this to me, you can't take me there, please, please no-" this person screamed, speech being changed by the universal translator from a language rarely used in the Federation.

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Coming out from the Jefferies Tubes after a rather interesting conversation with a certain shorts-loving ensign, Renakir was looking forward to ending his shift for the day. He crawled out of the tubes and stood up, stretching his arms and legs. He pushed his little sunglasses back up on his face and shook some dust from his hair. It was a normal day, normal everything but that's when-- 'Someone is speaking Havrannsu?' A thousand generations of Reman paranoia flooded his body as he began to make his way swiftly down the end of the corridor towards the sound of the voice. He wasn't sure why or how, but the voice awakened some dormant memory inside of him and his mind was telling him to go find out what it is immediately.

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"Please," this person exclaimed again, voice somewhat muffled as if they were trying not to cry, distraught. There was the sound of boots scuffing against the floor in the background - it sounded as though this person may well be struggling against whoever was trying to remove them. "Please! You can't send me back there! You don't know what they'll do to me, or- or maybe you do! Maybe you do and that's why you're sending me back there, because you don't care about what they'll do to me!" "Be quiet," a second voice barked, gruffer and deeper than the first and speaking in a different tongue, "you're embarrassing yourself and making a scene. You are a criminal, and you will pay for your actions when you're back on Mol'Rihan."

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There were too many people in the way, he couldn't get a clear sight of what was happening. Despite his height, it wasn't really helping especially when everyone in front of him was also tall. As he tried to push past the people crowding the way, that's when he heard a second voice, in a different language. The tone of the second voice made Renakir's skin crawl and he began to grit his teeth. But he was a Starfleet officer, still in uniform no less. There was nothing he could do, right? Continuing on his bee-line towards the sound of the two voices, he was a boy on a mission. Oh how he wanted to scream right then and there, make crazy accusations, he was going to give whoever was doing this something to scream about. It was a good thing his eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses. "What's going on?" He said back in Havrannsu as soon as he cleared the large grouping of people, he was still not at the front, but close enough to be within earshot.

In typical fashion everyone had crowded around the scene, eager to find out what was going on. People weren't just curious, they were nosy: and on a starbase with a closely-knit community, everyone loved to know the drama. Through the gaps in the crowd Renkair could make out what was happening: a Reman woman stood to the centre, being held with arms behind her back by two officers in Romulan Republic uniform. "Move aside," the same officer as before stated, this time speaking in Standard to address the crowd. "You are actively impeding the transport of a criminal. Stand aside or we shall be forced to have your Security officers called for all of you as well."

While the officer spoke the woman who seemed to be at the centre of it all continued to struggle, but clearly wasn't strong enough to break out of the guard's grasp. A few people did begin to move at the threat of security being called - and it was as they did and the noise began to die down that she heard someone shout in Havrannsu. Immediately she froze, eyes desperately scanning the crowd as she tried to seek out whoever had spoken. "Please, you have to help me, they're trying to take me away!"

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It was as clear as night on Remus, the voice, the uniforms-- Renakir shoved his way through the people in front of him and that's when his eyes met the lone Reman being pulled and pushed by two Romulan guards. For a few seconds he was speechless, his mind trying to process what was going on. He never heard about this-- why was there a Reman being held in the Lower Habitat Ring and why did he not know about it? "I-- I.." It felt like the wind had been knocked out of him, he couldn't even begin to find the words to say. You have to help me,-- Why did those words sound so familiar. The pleading voice of the Female Reman, the shouts from the Romulan guards, he had seen this before. Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes as he looked at the scene unfold in front of him. "Stop it, you're hurting her!" As soon as the guard told the crowd off in Standard, Renakir shot back in Rihannsu. Whilst everyone was dispersing, Renakir held his ground, refusing to move.

The crowd had certainly began to disperse, but at the sight of a Starfleet officer suddenly standing their ground in front of the Romulan officers, a few people lingered to see how this would play out. The guard who seemed to be in charge of this escort - tall, burly, and exactly the type of person who fit the stereotypical Security officer vibe - looked down at Renakir with distaste. "We are not hurting her, we have her restrained. If the prisoner decides to purposefully fight against her stasis cuffs then that is on her, not us. Now: stand aside, or you will be classed as impeding a prison escort."

"What are her crimes? What right do you have to treat her like that?" Renakir shouted back at the guard. Was this boy really about to risk his career for this single Reman woman-- a woman he had never seen? His eyes went from the guard to the Reman stranger, still struggling against the guards. It didn't matter what her crimes were, she was being mistreated and that wasn't right. Renakir was trying to justify his actions in his mind, he was a freedom fighter by nature he would do this for anyone he saw being mistreated. "She's clearly in pain, you're dragging her on the floor!"

"We are treating her like any other prisoner. She is not being 'dragged on the floor.' She is stood up, and if she refuses to move and stumbles, then that is her own fault. Now: move." The last word was stated firmly, the Romulan's eyes narrowed into a glare as he looked Renakir up and down. "We do not need to answer to you. This is an authorised transfer, and should you continue to impede it, we will quite gladly have you arrested too."

The guard had a point: her struggling was her own fault, but what else was she supposed to do? She couldn't let them take her from here, she couldn't go back, she couldn't! "Don't let them take me back! Please!"

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The threat of arrest was enough to make Renakir take a step back when the guard moved. He looked back at the Reman, beady little silver eyes blinking behind a pair of dark sunglasses. Even with his eyes obscured, he looked at the woman sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I can't do anything," He responded in Havrannsu to her, his lower lip quivering as he spoke. He took another step back and clenched his fist to his chest. The Romulan guard was lucky they weren't anywhere else in the galaxy because if they were, he'd throw down without a single word. "I-- I'm Renakir of the house of Torre'vnau, my mother is Reman Senator Meruvix," He said quickly right before taking another step back, for fear that the guard would scold him again. He couldn't help her, but maybe his family could? If anything she could find his family through his name, maybe-- just maybe there would be hope for her.

At the mention of this man not being able to do anything - this other Reman, she was pretty certain, despite the hair and the Reman features which weren't clearly defined - she stopped in her struggle, downtrodden. Her gaze fell to the floor, realising that the one person who might have understood couldn't do anything -- but then he mentioned family and her gaze shot back to him again, eyes glistening. When she spoke her pace picked up with every word, desperate. "Can she do anything? Can she help? They can't send me back, they can't, they'll hurt me, the things they'll do to me-"

"Oh be quiet," the second guard said, finally speaking up for the first time. "No one has ever hurt you and no one ever will. Who do you think we are?"

"I- I can try and ask her but--" Renakir took another step back when the second guard spoke up. He knew he was on thin ice, he knew one wrong move and he'd get his first mark on h is record. His attention turned back to the guards as he switched back to Rihannsu. "Where are you taking her? What are you going to do to her? I am Solait of the honourable Torre'vnau house and I demand to know what you are going to do!" He was really out here trying to get arrested for a Reman stranger, wasn't he? The guards probably didn't care about his family name, but he was going to flaunt it even if all it did was get the guards to listen to him.

"Do you think your name has sway when we have orders? We are escorting a criminal, and we do not have to answer to you. Now move aside, or we will have you charged with obstructing this prison escort." Guard one was sounding more and more pissed off with what was going on here, gaze narrowed down at the Lieutenant as he scrutinised his features. Names meant nothing when you had direct orders, and the two of them here were escorting a criminal. Did this hybrid not care that Akuvek had blown up part of their station, supposedly unwillingly or not?

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With the more the argument went on, the more distraught she became. Instead of trying to struggle against the guards she instead seemed to curl in upon herself, eyes streaming with tears, almost hyperventilating, and shouting in complete desperation. "You can't let them hurt me! Please! Not again!"

Renakir moved aside as he was ordered to, but his eyes stayed fixed on the guards as they spoke. He was so close to just saying fuck all and going head in fighting. This was Reman freedom he was fighting for, it didn't matter what 'crimes' she had done. Two Romulan guards had a Reman woman handcuffed and her voice sounded just like... "Ri'ranov (mother)," He muttered under his breath as he clenched both his fists by his sides. He looked back at Akuvek and then at the guards. "I'm sorry," His eyes met Akuvek's once again before he finally turned away and walked back towards the crowd of people.

"No-" she stated, all but gasping the word out as she watched the man move away. "No, no! Please! You can't- you can't- I can't go back there, I can't do this again, no, no, please, please no-" And despite any form of struggle which she tried to put up again, her words grew more and more faint as she was finally moved down the corridor by the guards.

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Renakir could hear her screams, but he knew he couldn't turn back. He was still in uniform and now that he had given her and the Romulan guards his name there was nothing else he could do. The small voice of reason (who sounded a lot like his roommate) was scolding him for acting so impulsively and illogically. Not only did he obstruct justice, but he gave his full name to an (alleged) criminal and two unknown Romulan guards. His father was certainly going to hear about this, word travels fast on Mol'Rihan. But she needed help. He couldn't just go back to his quarters and act like nothing happened. He may have not been able to stop the transport, but he could tell someone that she feared for his life-- that the Republic was not as nice as the Federation thought it was. Yes he was going to take the word of one Reman, but he saw it unfold with his own eyes. She was being hurt, there were still many Romulans who saw Remans as nothing more than dirt beneath their shoes. He couldn't do anything to save his mother all those years ago on Remus, but he could do something now*.

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[D] Since the trial Dagis had been trying to return to normalcy, but despite her best efforts something had been eating away at the back of her head. She knew Vincent had been at her trial, but she also knew he wasn't there by the time she left. She had been concerned for the past few days, and so had decided to go and check on him. She walked down the corridor in a fresh uniform, PADD in her pocket, rank pips and commbadge shining, as she scanned the doors in the corridor until she eventually found his.

She skipped down the hallway.

He walked down the corridor straight to the room of a certain Two of Thirteen.

Two picked up his pace as he headed towards the turbolift, starting to have some doubts about his idea. Someone would surely stop him, and even if nobody miraculously noticed, he couldn’t fly a shuttlecraft! “This is utterly stupid, there is next to zero chance of success…” He muttered to himself, holding the container tighter “Then they might force me into some sort of prison… Or therapy… Or something… And that is not a good situation… Not good at all…” He entered the turbolift.

He walked down the corridor to Men's quarters.

T’Rama was a Vulcan woman of average height. She was thin, perhaps a little too thin, and though her posture was perfectly straight and orderly and her expression was stoic, she did look slightly disoriented. Her dark eyes scanned the corridor and she seemed to be in the middle of a realization. That realization being that she was not where she was supposed to be. Actually, that was more than true. Not only was she on the station’s wrong ring, it felt like she wasn’t even supposed to be on this station at all. She was supposed to be at home, in her husband’s arms, or at least mourning his death, but not here, not searching for some green-skinned man who worked in space. T’Rama supposed that maybe she was lucky to have found someone who wouldn’t be around her all the time. That way, she could grieve in peace at least for most of the time. She was dressed in Vulcan robes, the standard tunic and a more formal, forest green robe on top. Her black hair was falling over her shoulders and she had a neat fringe covering her forehead. She was an attractive woman, but in her dark eyes lay something that tended to make people uncomfortable.

And here was the resident Vorta, walking towards the turbolifts. That silly boy Nalas had recently updated her medicine to hopefully allow her to taste chocolate. It was so frustrating trying all this different pills, hoping something would work. It was a good thing Vorta metabolism was so fast, it allowed her to eat without gaining weight too fast. As she walked down the corridor she saw a Vulcan woman and gave her an acknowledging head nod. Soon after she did so she did a double take when she realised-- wait this stranger looked lost. Aella, dressed in a long flowy purple satin dress turned on her heels and walked back to the stranger. As she did so, her dressed flared out and her long braided hair fell over her shoulder. "Are you new here, miss?" Aella asked in Vulcan. Actually quite surprising, her Vulcan was pretty good. It was the job of a Vorta commander to know a lot of languages, after all.

The Vulcan lady turned around, dark eyes finding the Vorta. T’Rama actually found the dress very beautiful, but had too much on her mind to acknowledge this. She saw this encounter as an opportunity to get some help with getting around the station. “I am merely visiting,” said T’Rama, appreciating the fact that this other person’s Vulcan seemed very fluent. “My name is T’Rama, I am looking for the quarters of Lieutenant Junior Grade Remun T’Lauk. Would you be able to help me?” T’Rama’s voice was very quiet. It was cool and smooth, but laced with an undercurrent of something like carefulness. She didn’t sound hesitant, per se, but she sounded like she didn’t want to be a bother. Other than that, her appearance remained perfectly logical and emotionless.

Aella's silver heeled sandals clicked together as she stepped one foot in front of the other, the butterfly wings on the heels brushing against one another. She looked like a purple butterfly especially with her hair braided so delicately by her Zhimata and her light purple eyes. Everything about her shouted elegant maiden not Vorta on a starbase. Certainly she was here for a different party than everyone else. Eshen's impact? "Hello T'Rama, I'm Aella," She knew Vulcans would not be outwardly spacist or prejudice towards her, spacism was illogical, wasn't it? She gave the woman a soft smile as she tucked her PADD away into her back and took another step forward. "I am unacqainted with the person you speak of, but this is the lower habitat ring. I think I know where his quarters might be though," Aella said, recalling the names on the doors around Eshen's room. She may not have known Remun, but the name T'Lauk certainly rang a bell. "I can take you there," She offered.

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T’Rama gave a very small nod, it appeared almost like a bit of a ducking motion. Apart from the green robe, her clothes were all black. It felt appropriate. But T’Rama enjoyed fashion, it was one of her areas of interest, next to farming and science. And so, she took note of the Vorta’s beautiful outfit. “That would be… beneficial,” said T’Rama, and though her tone of voice did not show it, she was grateful. This station was awfully big and T’Rama didn’t want to get lost. She Surak’d away the illogical thought about Aella having a nice smile and she folded her hands in front of herself. T’Rama had this fragile aura about her, with her slim, long fingered hands and her restless eyes - she seemed to radiate some sort of sorrow, despite the Vulcan facade. “Thank you.” (edited)

Aella was no stranger to the Vulcan stoicism, in fact it was one of the first things the Vorta learned in the Dominion when it came to interspecies relations. Vulcans avoided physical contact, were touch telepathic, and above all; logical. This stranger was no different, everything about T'Rama seemed textbook Vulcan. The traditional robes (that looked very comfortable), the soft tone, and the perfect posture. "Follow me," Aella clasped her hands together behind her back and began to walk down the corridor towards #base-turbolift-2. What was the saying-- When in Rome? Aella mimiced T'Rama's posture and style of speaking, it was what was polite, right? It helped that her boyfriend was Vulcan as well and had spoken with her at length about Vulcan mannerisms. Aella treaded lightly as she always did, each step taken delicately as not to trip on her heels or walk too hastily to risk losing the Vulcan guest in the crowd.

Perhaps T’Rama would have been flattered or grateful if she knew that Aella thought she was a textbook Vulcan. T’Rama was in fact not always a textbook Vulcan. She tended to cry a lot, especially recently, one thing that was far from logical. She did as she was told, following Aella through the crowd and along the corridor, back to the lifts. T’Rama thought about whether it would be logical to make conversation with this woman, but since Aella had told her that she didn’t know Remun, and T’Rama was only here to meet the man, she didn’t find any other topic to talk about. She simply went to #base-turbolift-2 and entered with Aella.

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loud metallic footsteps rang out in the cooridoor as a new arrival, an android of a most bizarre appearance. Her body was no longer human-like, heavily modified with all manner of parts that made her obviously mechanical in nature. Her wedge-shaped head turning and looking around on her two neck joints and rotated at its circular base hidden under her fur-lined pilots jacket collar. Futhermore, her body looked like it had just escaped a bad fire just moments ago. She was in need of a cleanup and to wash her clothes She spoke to herself in a female, but staticy voice through a speaker in her head. She spoke in a scratchy voice, like her vocal modulator was not working properly: "Damn ferengi merchants. I knew they'd throw me a bad deal one day. It just HAD to be the docking clamp...* @Alizati┊Aella┊Nalas┊Renakir

Everyone's favourite Vorta was walking down the corridor. Her dainty glass-like heels paired with her black frilly dress made it seem like she was here for a completely different party. Aella was dressed to impress, it helped that she didn't have a set schedule or duties like Starfleet officers. Whenever she felt like she was missing out on the fun she remembered that if she worked in Starfleet she'd have to wear that stuffy uniform. Not great. As her heels clicked against the carpeted floor she heard a strange voice. It was different from just the sounds of normal conversation, it sounded-- mechanical? She walked a couple more metres through the crowd with hesitant steps before she saw what appeared to be a race she had never seen before. At least it looked like that, 'android' never occurred to her. "Excuse me, are you lost?" She asked, noticing the other looked a bit disheveled and frustrated. Perhaps they were here seeking asylum or something?

"Hm? NO, I am not lost. I am in an unfortunate circumstance. My ship, and all my cargo were lost in an...incident involving a defective docking clamp, a ruptured fuel cell, and the fact that i am STUCK on this space station for the forseeable future until i can build another." Max was indeed an android, but her body language was strangely organic. she had obviously interacted with people a long time to be able to emulate behaviour like she was currently doing. Though, her behavior suggested she was very angry at the moment.

Aella was taken aback by the stranger's sudden emotional reaction. She covered her frilly little Vorta ears and took a huge step back. Clearly this stranger had a lot on their mind. She blinked a couple times and stared at the person in front of her for a few seconds before responding. "I am sorry to hear that. We do have shuttles and could work out a way to get you back on course," She spoke in a soft tone, almost melodic in cadence. She flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and tried to give the stranger her most polite smile.

"I am aware of that, but the fact of the matter is that I used my ship for business, and I intended to conduct business here on this station. Now I have no ship, and no business! I do not have intentions of leaving, however. My ships core was able to be salvaged, so I can potentially rebuild it. It will take materials, and money...and time. I must find alternate means of acquiring money." Max did not seem to be functioning correctly, at least not for an android. Her personality program was all over the place, and she seemed to have a one-track-mind. "Forgive me. I am Y-34-X. Android experimental prototype. Call me Max."

Aella quickly covered her ears again when the loud noises started up again. This was giving her actual war flashbacks. The Dominion War was loud. "E-Excuse me, my hearing is sensitive," Aella said softly to the android before sighing and shaking her head. "Well-- it's a good thing we're on a federation starbase. We don't use money here except the utility ring shops and restaurants. Everything else is free and people will help you," Aella thought it was awfully strange this person was babbling about being low on resources or money, she didn't think people still used that outside of some more militaristic societies like Romulans or Cardassians. "And I'm Aella 5, a Vorta, Dominion Liaison," She said, introducing herself to another fellow civilian.

"Apologies. I am not in the best mood. I am used to operating and bartering with the Ferengi, and it has been a long time since I was in federation space. Be that as it may, I'm not sure if it would be reasonable to request 40 metric tons of titanium hull, and other ships parts out of the kindness of someone's charity.* Max took a breath through the vents on either side of her head, breathing out a hitting jets of hot air from either side of her head to cool her internal processes. A couple passer-bys griped about having hot air blown at them, which Max didnt seem concerned about in the slightest. She then leaned against a support column and contemplated her position in all this. "What to do...what to do..."

"What did the ops officer say when you came on board? Or did the doctor in-- wait that's silly i mean.. maybe you should talk to an engineer? We have an engineering department here," Aella didn't mean to sound rude but this stranger's body language was confusing and she was bad at de escalation, in fact she usually did the opposite. "Do you have a PADD? I'll give you the comms code to message OPS about your ship and they'll probably connect you with engineering," Aella said as he fished out her PADD from her tiny purse on her side.

@Aella 5 | CIV (@Alizati┊Aella┊Nalas┊Renakir) - jump Max reaches into her jacket and pulls out her PADD, accepting Aella's help with connecting her to engineering. She would have to contact an Engineer later. for now, she needed to get herself cleaned up. "...I require a shower."

Aella transmitted the comms code to Max just as she said, along with a cute little at the end of the message. "You have a shower in your quarters, You're in luck because we're in the right ring," Aella smiled as she gestured for Max to follow her. Indeed Max's quarters wasn't too far away, on the opposite end to Aella's. The lower habitat ring was pretty big after all.

Max followed along with Aella. As she walked, Her head turned all the way around like one would see an Owl do, looking around at all the species she had never seen before, finally stopping to look at Aella herself. "If you dont mind me asking, what exactly are you? Ive never seen your kind before."

Aella walked slowly so the android could follow her. There were a lot of people in the lower habitat ring, well it was the civilian ring. She also had to walk slowly so she wouldn't trip, heels were certainly not very practical for walking long distances. Once they stopped outside Max's quarters, Aella turned and smiled at the android. "I'm a Vorta. We're a Dominion race from the Gamma Quadrant," She said calmly and slowly. "I know, I am very far from home, but the beta quadrant is nice, I am sure you'll learn to love it too," Aella said, assuming this newcomer was also from outside the Federation. "Starfleet is very kind. I am sure you can get your ship sorted quickly. The engineers on the base are nice and-- actually I believe one of them makes shorts," Aella said, thinking back to her serendipitous meeting with Allan.

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"I would ask you to explain, but your current pheromone levels have sufficiently satisfied my curiosity to your meaning. I am an android, as I'm sure you have figured out. Designed by the United federation of planets. I...left for quite a while, and have changed a lot since my departure. I run my own business being a pilot and cargo hauler for hire, and a very good one at that. If you have need of a pilot, please do give me a call." Max also gave Aella her comm code on her PADD. "Perhaps we shall meet again when I am in a better mood. Or if you have a job for me..."

Bewildered by the android's statement and perhaps lost on translation, Aella just smiled sweetly. She wasn't sure what was going on, but it wasn't hostile so she wasn't going to say anything in respond to the strange statement. "Oh, an android designed by the Federation, there are a lot of those," Aella chuckled lightly. "Yes, perhaps we will meet again," She waved and flipped her hair a little. "Nope, I don't have anything for you. I'm a diplomat, I am only here to observe and, we don't use money in the Dominion. Our gods provide everything for us," Aella was telling the truth, she was a space miser.

Max seemed confused by Aellas talking about abstract concepts, such as her faith. Max tried instead to make sense of her statement through logic. "Your...Gods? Who are they? Are they some form of superior species?"

"Yes they are a superior species! They're changelings, shapeshifters. They can take any form or be anything-- even fire or smoke!" Aella said with much enthusiasm. "However I recognise outside of the Dominion they are just another alien race. But the Vorta and Jem'hadar see them as our gods because they created us. Much like androids actually," She tilted her head ever so slightly as she crossed her arms.,

@Aella 5 | CIV (@Alizati┊Aella┊Nalas┊Renakir) - jump if Max could have tilted her head too, she would have; but the static position of her neck joints, designed to prevent whiplash and allow for a full rotation arc of Max's head, prevented her from doing so. "I do not share such opinions of MY creators. If anything, I hold them in contempt. The process of My creation was not an enjoyable experience. It was a long, arduous, painful process, one which lasted several years."

Did she said something wrong? Aella tapped her feet on the ground as she shifted her weight between her two legs. This wasn't good as well as she thought. Maybe she was coming too close to the big G? She kept her smile though and bowed her head. "I see-- well I'll see you around Max. Have a pleasant stay," She waved and then scurried off down the corridor.

"oh...of course, goodbye." Max was left as confused as Aella as she watched her new acquaintance hurry off in a rush. Did she say something wrong? What she said about her creators and creation was the honest truth. She could still remember it in her memory files. Being used for experiments, tampering with her brain everyday, not letting her leave and never letting her see anybody. Things were different after she left, though she held onto those memories, because it reminded her of what HER faith was. To never fully trust another organic again.

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Zi left their quarters with Ash in two and headed down the corridor to the turbolift.

Was this really happening? Holding hands with his beloved and going on a date. He did not realise how much he so desired this, in fact he thought he was too Vulcan to accept such desire. But Romulan Alizati very much loved this open display of affection, he held Men's hand as they walked down the corridor together.

Uncaring if any Vulcans saw them holding hands, Men led Alizati down the corridors into #base-turbolift-2.

Yellag’vin entered the corridor and headed toward #aella-5.

Yellag’vin left Aella’s quarters and entered the hallway. When the door swooshed shut behind him, he’s realized how much lighter he felt. The loneliness was still there but the exhaustion has lessened. He still held the flower like it was precious as he walked cautiously back to #deleted-channel.

After a fulfilling rest, Yellag’vin bid his lily goodbye and entered the corridor. He needed to do a sweep of the station just to get his barrings. Also to scout out places to cover and to make note of possible threats. He strolled through the lower habitat ring, paying attention to the occupancy of each room and noting the people he passed. Nothing seemed too dangerous. He headed for #base-turbolift-1.

She walked down the corridor.

She exited her quarters and went into #base-turbolift-1

As she left the turbolift, she rushed to her quarters as quickly as she could walk

She left her quarters, yawning and stretching her arm a bit as she entered #base-turbolift-1.

She stepped out of the turbolift, inspecting the shirt she was holding and debating internally about whether or not she likes it as she walked into her quarters.

She walked down the corridor.