Star Trek: Starbase 777 - senior-quarters-corridor

Funnily enough this part of the base seemed unusually quiet for a space that was supposed to be highly populated. Which he appreciated. He made his way to the mess hall; hopefully it'd be just as quiet.

She made her way to the mess hall. She had only a little time for a quick bit at the mess hall then to work.

He stormed down the corridor, taking a deep breath before entering the turbolifts. But first he did make sure that he didn't bonk his forehead on it.

Styre walked through the corridor, looking through each of the doors until he finally reached the lower mess hall. He entered it swiftly.

He trudged to the mess hall. Back here yet again. This was going to be a routine for him wasn't it? Yeah, it was.

Styre walked through the corridor back towards the turbolift.

Styre stepped out of the turbolift and stood idly as he waited for the Lieutenant

Lilian followed him out into the hallway.

"So, how long have you been with Starfleet?" Styre looked over towards Lilian.

”I’ve been in various postings for fourteen years, plus the time I was in the academy.” She looked around the hallway.

Styre nodded, commenting on the calamity of it all. "I have been in service just over double that. I am content in my posting, are you?"

”I’ll miss my crewmates on the Fortitude but yes, I am rather pleased with this so far.” She smiled, thinking back to her time on the ship.

"Have you had the chance to check the manifest, check over the crew records?" This was one question that Styre was genuine about.

”I was able to skim it on the shuttle trip, but haven’t gotten very deep into it.” She nodded thoughtfully. “I really need to find time to do a thorough read of the science officers.*

He nodded. That was one of the first things Styre had done, he found it the most logical waste of time whilst on the shuttle. "Did you request a transfer here, or did it just kind of happen?"

”I didn’t put in a request, but I don’t mind. I was thinking about it after all.” She covered her mouth to hide a yawn. “Sorry, the trip was rather long and boring.*

"The messhall is just this way." He pointed to a door as it opened; Styre walked into the lower habitat mess hall.

She walked towards the turbo lift.

He was first out of the turbolift next to L1, whereupon he began leading her slowly down the hallway.

She followed swiftly without a sound.

Ughaz'udan pointed out one of the empty quarters that they'd now stopped at. The bobblehead he slipped into his pocket, he needed to look put together for now. "L1, these shall be your quarters. Your access to some of our data will be limited for the time being, at least until we have decided what to do next. Is this acceptable?"

Wheatley was the third to leave, quickly saying goodbye and skittering to his quarters.

[D] After directing L1 to her quarters Mona went ahead and took off to go do other things.

"Well, I've got engineer stuff to do, but if you need any company, just call me up!" Hop smiled and waved, as she rolled away.

Ughaz did too. He had better things to do.

She went to the mess hall.

He made his way to the android's quarters in silence.

Puzzling day indeed. He shook his head and began the journey back to the turbolift in silence. He needed somewhere quiet to think.

James walked down the hallway with a smile plastered on his face. Today was the day he got transferred to the Eventide and subsequently Station 777. Something told him that he would be happy here, satisfied and would make tons of new friends. It also helped that he got a promotion and was now serving as the chief communications officer, not below someone whom he despised. He strolled down the corridor until he met the lower messhall, a place that the computer pointed out to him. He turned and entered it gladly.

She went to the lift slowly, waiting up for James and Lilian.

He followed behind Ava into the corridor and towards the lift.

She went into the lift together with James, waiting for Lilian.

Taking her time to look around L1 took to the hallway. Her head was down as if in thought as she walked the halls. "So they call themselves the federation. Never heard of them. Though, I guess in my time I can remember there's no way I could. The ship is still too clean cut for my liking." *L1 sad to herself.

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“Hello miss, sorry to interrupt your deep thoughts I just want to say I love your hair. Not many people have such light blue hair it really compliments your face well.” Bob said as he walked by L1. He gave a smile her way and waved at her. He didn’t normally talk to random people on habitat ring but, her hair was really nice and she seemed a little lost perhaps he could help her find something. “Are you looking for anywhere in particular out in the corridor? I might be able to help you.” He gave another friendly smile to her. (edited)

Lilian followed the other two into the turbolift.

Looking to him raised a brow. "I do not see how hair colour can affect the appearance of ones face, but I thank you for the sentiment. As for being lost I was told I couldn't... leave... oh..." *L1 said as she finally looked around realizing she had indeed wandered out without realizing it. "Well this is troublesome. I'm not supposed to be outside my room. It was orders by security." L1 said as she looked back to the person who approached her.

“Well, do you wan to be in your quarters? If not then perhaps we should talk to someone about it. I mean you should be able to travel when and where you please. Unless your dangerous oh I am not supposed to talk to dangerous people…I just do analysis work in particle physics. I don’t talk to dangerous people. You don’t seem dangerous though you seem quite nice for someone that security would be after. I’m not sure what to do about your predicament. He looked around not sure when security would show up and not sure what he was supposed to do.

She walked into the hallway and looked around to see if the android was around here or not. Sensors told that she was, but finding an android wouldn't be that difficult, right?

Looking to him L1 nodded. "From what I have gathered they have yet to ascertain that I am not dangerous. Based off this conclusion they find me as a danger. It is only nature to fear the unknown, and I am no different as I too fear what goes on within the walls of this station. It is however better than the isolation of space." L1 said calmly.

Finally having found the android after wandering the halls for a few minutes, she smiled at the being, giving a slight wave. "Hello, L1, was it? I am lieutenant Samantha Voxellus, the assistant chief. This is my colleague Chief Gazis. We are here to escort you back to your quarters."

He just stood there menacingly as he looked at the Android and the Science officer. He stood up straight showing his full height. Just looking down at them.

“She doesn’t seem to be hurting anyone I think it is fine perhaps you could watch her while she wonders the station this is a new place perhaps getting her familiar with some of the station would help her coop with what happened and will through gaining her trust she will in turn trust you with any questions she might have.” Bob suggested as the two security officers appeared. “Is not the federation supposed to be a hospital place for all people no matter who they are and what gave them sentient thought.”

She looked at Gazis for a brief moment before looking at the Ensign and Android. "If they want a tour, I'm sure we can provide one. We just need to avoid vital areas and we should be good." She looked at the chief again, raising her eyebrow slightly, silently asking if he agreed or not.

Looked back at Sam. “Not like I had anything else going on might as well. I mean there are worse ways to spend a shift in security.” He chuckled as he then looked at L1 and the Ensign.

She gave a slight chuckle and nodded. "You're right." She then turned to L1. "We're willing to give you an escorted tour of the station in public areas. That is if you take the offer. If not we'll escort you back to your quarters."

Looking to the group she nodded. "If you allow it I would find it quite enjoyable. The place seems much larger than the old ship I left." L1 said as she looked between the two.

"Very well. What would you like to see first, L1? Anything in particular you wish to see?" She smiled softly at the android, but stayed alert. She didn't know what the capabilities were of this being.

"I am uncertain, I have never been around federation. I will allow you to lead wherever you see fit." L1 said, but looking at her body language L1 sighed inwardly. Even if she knew her story was outlandish she could tell they had no trust in her. With the looks alone she could tell they were on alert just by her mere existence. At this realization she chuckled a bit as she though about how the dumb ai would have been oblivious to this and simply carried on as if nothing was wrong. No wonder smart AI is such a bad option. She could see and feel the looks she received even if they didn't truly mean anything by it.

"Right! How about we show you around the promenade? Get you familiarised with all the shops and people that go around here." She smiled at the android. "If you would follow me, please?" She stepped to the side and gestured to the direction of the turbolift. She may have said 'follow' but she really meant that she was going to walk besides the android. You can never be too certain.

Nodding L1 bowed and being directed to walk side by side she offered her arm due to her programming ordering her to assist in walking. Even if she wasn't thinking of it herself she left it there. As she walked she allowed Samantha to take her wherever she pleased.

She didn't take the arm however and walked towards the lift. When they arrived she opened the door for L1 and smiled at her. "After you."

Nodding she allowed herself to be led into the elevator. With a warm smile she waited patiently for her to activate the lift. Looking it over she knew they were floors, but had no certain idea on what each one contained. However, having been ordered to not connect to the ship it was in her programming to obey.

Wheatley slowly made his way into the hallways, tightly holding his phaser set to fucking murder someone. So far so good, no baddies in sight and no reason to kill. Taking deep breaths, he ran to the tubes' entrance and wriggled his way into them, hoping not to encounter anyone in them.

She made her way through the corridor, looking around to see if she could spot her quarters somewhere. And once she did, she opened the door and entered them.

“Mmmmmmm fried chicken…” She hummed, licking her lips.

"With barbecue sauce on the side, a lil' bit of fries too.." He hummed along, smiling.

He trotted over to the earlier mentioned quarters.

She made her way down to the messhall.

He trudged to the mess hall.

He began a slow trudge to the turbolift in silence.

Uhoh. That was the first thought running across the one braincell she had before bumping straight into Ughaz'udan, almost bouncing back from the impact before she fell to the ground.

Had something hit him? Yes, definitely something not too light but not too heavy either - but he found himself abruptly pitching forward onto his knees with a grunt when something slammed into his back. Glancing backwards he glared at the human girl for a moment before sighing and grunting, "Are you alright?"

"Oooowwww.... God damnit..." She groaned and rubbed her nose a little before turning to see who she had bumped into... And to her surprise and dismay, it was a freaking lieutenant! Immediately getting up to her feet, she nodded and gave him a crooked smile through the tears streaming down her reddened cheeks. Because by GOD, that hurt! "Y-yes! Yes I am, sir-! I- I am SO sorry for bumping into you like zat- I was so distracted!!"

Ughaz'udan eyed her with a mix of displeasure and... some other emotion he couldn't put a finger on. Maybe disappointment. Or maybe it was pity for the poor human and her odd accent. Well, whichever it was he didn't feel like railing on her this morning. "Report to sickbay if you need it and ensure that you are not seriously hurt." He stated. "You are no use to anyone spending the day with an injury. Look where you are going next time. Is that understood."

Man, she was dying inside hard right now. "Y...yes, understood. Again, i am really sorry and please don't scream at me-" Kira whispered that last part, sweating bullets at the moment.

Rather than scream Ughaz'udan simply sighed and shook his head. "Well, go. Do not waste time idling here. See you around. Ensign."

She nodded and quickly skittered back into her quarters.

He was about to walk away when he managed to detect the faint sounds of screaming from behind the door she'd fled into. Really now? He sighed and turned around, chiming the doorbell.

She cautiously made her way into the corridor and yawned before making her way to the mess hall, wanting to eat something.

She went to the lifts. She was planning on going someplace quiet where she could meditate. Not necessarily her quarters…

He walked through to his quarters.

down the hallway he went

she walks through the corridor, studying everything as she went. She peeped into the mess hall before entering a lift.

He walked wordlessly into his quarters.

she had walked to her quarters too.

she had entered the corridor before walking and stepped into the turbolift.

She exited the lift and headed for her quarters.

He left his quarters deciding he would spend the day checking out the ship.

She headed for her quarters.

20:28

Once again, she went to the lifts.

She exited her quarters and walked over to the turbolift.

She walks over to her quarters.

To the lifts!

To the lifts he goes!

She left her quarters and walked over to the turbolift.

She left her quarters and headed to the lift

She exits the lift and heads to her quarters.

She walks back out of her quarters to the turbolift.

She and the Lieutenant walk over to the mess hall.

She stepped off the lift, still brushing her hair back from the training. She took a drink of her water and began to head down the hall, trying to relocate her quarters

As she walked down the corridor the doors to someone else's quarters hissed open, from which stepped a tall, lanky Kelpien officer who whistled as he walked to the turbolift. He must have towered over her at six feet and seven inches...

The short 5'6" American stopped short as the gentleman exited the room. 'Oh my, he is a giant'. She looked up at the man, and might have stared for a moment before responding "I... I am so sorry... I um..."

"Sorry for what?" Streelan had turned around with a smile hearing her speak to him, and waved a dismissive hand. "No, no, don't worry. I don't mind at all," He replied good-naturedly. "I'm quite used to it in fact."

Not yet used to the wonders StarFleet held she was still rather stunned. Almost like a child with no filter she asked. "Has anyone told you that you are a giant." Then she realised... that might have been insensitive "Oh geez... I did it again... I am really sorry... I am just not used to seeing anyone so tall"

Once more he waved a hand, dismissing the notion of being offended or insulted. This poor girl seemed ever so nervous about saying something wrong about him, which was at once adorable yet somewhat worrying. "We Kelpiens aren't so common in Starfleet even in this particular day and age." He clarified, "Most aren't used to seeing people of our stature which I do absolutely understand! Don't worry."

She smiled and still looking up at him she offered her hand "I'm Ensign Wynters, but friends call me Nova"

"Lieutenant, junior grade Streelan. My friends call me Stree, or more recently Lan." He smiled back and shook the offered hand firmly. "Nova, you say? I've never met humans named Nova before."

She just smiled. It wasn't the first time someone remarked at her unusual name. "My mother was an astrophysicist. And was really interested in studying supernovas..." She stopped "I'm rambling on aren't I?"

"Your mother did what I do. Fascinating." He replied whilst letting go of her hand. "Though I find it appropriate..."

"Really... well I guess it's true what they say... It is a small world... even if its ironic..."

08:50

She stopped... her brain contemplating something... "Appropriate?"

Streelan smirked. "They're equally bright and hot." He decided to leave it there for the time being before swiftly moving on. "Where are you headed?"

Flustered she tried to remember what she was up to. "I... umm... I don't know to be honest...funny how that happens."

"Back to your quarters, perhaps?" He guessed, that being the most logical answer in context. It had to be. "Do you require assistance?"

She nodded "Yes, my quarters..." She looked around the ring "I can't seem to remember where it is" She smiled "I guess I will need that assistance... I was just gonna get changed from training"

Well, he could certainly give her a few minutes. Streelan spun round on his hoof, looking left and right before heading in the direction she was at a slow trot so that she could keep pace. "It shouldn't take long." He remarked. "I believe you've only just joined us very recently? After our most recent mission, I presume?"

She nodded. "I just came aboard the base yesterday. I graduated from the academy last month... I had to stay slightly longer because I minored in nursing... but I finally made it... and I'm rambling again..."

"It's no bother, Nova my friend. I don't mind listening." He remarked lightheartedly. Another minute or so of walking later they came upon a door marked with her and her roommate's name. "Well, here we are! Can you remember the way here?"

She laughs "If I had known I could just keep walking in circles till I found it! I will remember it yes"

"Good. Well, I shan't keep you from changing and using your time for yourself, then! Till next time!" Streelan smiled a craggy Kelpien grin and began to head off down the hallway once more in search of food, possibly.

She smiled and watched him walk away, before entering her quarters

She exited her quarters and walked down to the turbolift landing, leanign against the wall as she waited

Streelan was there awaiting her as promised; he smiled cheekily and folded his arms as she approached. "Hello there," He quipped, "Ready to go?"

"I should be." She jokingly patted all her pockets "Ready"

He reached for the turbolift control panel and tapped it to open the turbolift doors, then motioned for her to enter ahead of him. Ladies first. (edited)

She nodded her thanks and stepped aboard

She stepped out of the lift after it had stopped and walked over to her quarters for the second time since she had first arrived. Actually, she hadn't even entered the first time. Her bags were still waiting for her outside the door since she only stopped by on her way to the lab.

She left the mess and made her way to her quarters. After a short walk she arrived at her door and entered.

Ava went along the corridor. She was still slightly anxious, but she grounded herself by focusing on her shoes. She wore simple but stylish autumn boots. Soon enough, she arrived at the lift and waited for it to arrive.

He made his way back to the turbolift.

She left her quarters in a foul mood, she desperately wanted to punch someone in the face but.... actually, she might have to get a punching bag or something. That sounded useful. She walked through the corridor before entering the lift.

She exited her quarters, her dream already fading from her mind. Only wisps now, which was what she wanted. She already had the motivation to do what she was going to do. She didn't need her dreams to torture her as she continued toward that goal. She stepped into the turbolift after walking through the hallway.

Jack marched his way to his room.

He smiled at that he felt that same connection with her where he could just talk about things. He had been letting his guard down with her and that was somewhat rare for him. He joked with her "Well if I got some extra bonus point I hope my score is pretty good. I feel the same way about you though, I just feel like I can share things with you."

“I assure you, Lieutenant, your score is high,” she said smilingly. She was walking close enough to him for her arm to brush him. “My quarters are over there.” She pointed out the door.

He was somewhat tempted to put his arm around her shoulder but knowing she was vulcan and wanting to take things slow he wasn't sure if he should so he didnt. As they walked to the door he spoke "Its certainly a nice location. See you wendsday?"

They reached the door and Ava came to a halt. She turned to face him and replied, “Yes. Meet me here at 2000?”

He smiled back at her. "See you then, I can't wait,"

“Me neither.” And then, Ava decided to flip the bird to her stupid telepathic abilities and went in for a hug.

He hugged her back his head over her shoulders all he could muster was a content smile. He wanted nothing more then to hold her in his arms. His nervousness still subsisted in the back of his mind but he couldn't help but like her.

Ava pressed her face into the fabric of his sweater, as he was much taller than her. He smelled nice. Being held by him felt safe and sound. Distantly, she could sense his thoughts and emotions, making for a strange tingle in her head. She stayed like this for a moment, savoring it. Then, she pulled away. “Thanks for tonight,” she muttered. “Goodnight, Austin.”

Austin savored every moment of the hug feeling almost protective of her. "Have a goodnight." He waved at her giving her a smile until she closed the door.

Ava vanished in her quarters with a smile.

Austin would linger there for a couple second longer. He would take in a deep breath too allow the moment to linger a little bit longer and upon breathing out he was off to his quarters. He was more then happy about how the date went and then the hug at the end! It all just felt so great to him.

There was a bit of her skip in her walk. She headed for the mess hall, wondering what she wanted for breakfast. Maybe porridge? She entered the mess.

To the lifts she went. Her mind was already with her work.

[PADD] @Deleted User

Hey there! Jasmine is heading out right now. Would you mind picking her up outside my quarters? Hope you two have fun!

-Georgia

[PADD] Georgia Hill @stoneblasterm

I’ll pick her up! This’ll be fun. Ava

Jasmine walked into the hallway from her mother's quarters and looked around to see if there were any blue-shirts around or not.

Ava went along the corridor to Georgia’s quarters. She spotted the young girl and gave a little wave. “Hey!” A smile spread underneath her septum piercing. “You must be Jasmine. I’m Ava, nice to meet you.”

She looked up and at Ava, a bright smile on her face. She quite liked scientists, they were quirky most of the time, but in a fun way. "I am, yes! Great to meet you, Ava." She extended her arm, which was made out of pitch black metal. What a surprise.

Ava squinted at the arm with interest. “Ooh, is that a cybernetic arm? That’s so cool! Is it hooked up to your nervous system?”

"Oh! Ehm, yes it is, and yes it is. I can feel the lightest touch with this thing. Took me a while to figure out how the neural emitters needed to be configured, but I got there in the end." She chuckled a little. "You can get a better look at it in the labs, I can just disconnect it."

“That’s cool! We shouldn’t shake hands, though, if it’s hooked up to your brain.” Ava chuckled and pointed at her ears. “I’m half-Vulcan, so I don’t do handshakes,” she explained in a friendly tone. “You know, I believe my roommate, Laara, would love to get a scan of this thing and of how it’s connected to your brain. She’s a neurobiologist.” She smiled at the girl. Jasmine seemed really nice.

"Oh, right! That's true. Sorry, I got quite excited." She smiled a little. "Well, it's quite simple. My shoulder joint is replaced with an implant that regulates and reads neuron activations directed to my arm, and the implant is connected to neural conduits. The rest is just energy flow." She said as she looked at her hand for a moment before looking back up to Ava. "I can explain it to her in quite some detail. I designed it myself after all."

Ava’s eyes widened. “You designed it yourself?! Wow, you’re a smart one, aren’t you?” She grinned and started walking towards the lifts, waiting for Jasmine to follow.

She trotted along and shrugged. "Well, my dad helped me in the earlier stages, but the rest is all me. I'm still upgrading it every 2 months to make sure it's functioning properly." She grinned at Ava. "I mean, I've been walking around with the thing for 6 years now. I better know how to work on it."

Ava entered the lift with her. “Wow, six years…”

He walked out and went straight for the lifts.

He went to the lift.

Having stepped out of the lift and finally alone with Jasmine and Austin again, Ava took a deep breath. “Well, that certainly was something.” She turned to Jasmine with a gentle look. “Are you okay? Can I do anything for you?”

"I'll live. Next time that happens however, I'm taking the first stop off the lift. It's just too many people in one place, and it overwhelms me..." Not to mention the fact she was quite afraid of the Jem'hadar, not something she'd want to do again.

Ava nodded. Then she raised her head and gave Austin a look that said “we’ll talk about this later.” Then, she started walking. “Come on, then. Let’s get you back to Georgia’s quarters.”

Austin was still looking down feeling partially guilty and all around embarrassed. He addressed Jas directly. "Again I'm sorry."

14:07

He followed her.

"It's fine." She said, a soft smile on her face. She knew Austin wasn't really responsible for all this. It was a combination of factors, just like a formula.

They arrived at Georgia’s quarters. Ava tried to switch to a more pleasant topic. “You know, Jasmine, you really helped me a lot. And though they must have been unpleasant for you, you handled all these situations really well!” She gave her a reassuring smile before they went into the quarters.

Austin waited outside in fear of making things any worse.

Ava came back out of Georgia’s quarters. Just as expected, Austin was still here. “Hey,” she said softly, suddenly very aware of the fact that they were alone.

Austin had a look of embarrassment in his face but it lifted into a smile just a little bit upon seeing her. His voice was quiet. "Hey."

Ava gave him a small smile and buried her hands in the pockets of her pants. “So, um, you don’t have to feel bad or anything. Jasmine had a great time and Georgia assured me it’s all alright. I actually think Jasmine really likes you.” She aimed for a reassuring tone.

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He returned to an actual smile however a little bit of residual embarrassment stayed on his face. "That's good. Still I'm sorry to both of you. Emin just doesn't really have a filter sometimes and I know I didn't really help."

“It’s alright.” Ava waved it off. “You know, the crew’s gonna find out sooner or later if we keep dating and… I do intend on doing that.” She looked at him.

Now he was grinning a little bit, his spirits had been lifted. "I do too, Its just... I've been super scared of messing this up. We are still on for tommorow right?"

Ava nodded and laughed a little. “Of course we are!” She looked at his eyes for a moment and lost herself, a smile stuck to her lips.

Ava startled out of her trance after a moment and cleared her throat. “Um, actually, Austin, could I ask you a favor?”

"Uhm yeah sure, what do you need?"

“So,” started Ava. She had that tone that already told you she was gonna ask something that would be followed by a big ‘pretty please’. “You’ve got access to the work schedules of the other senior officers, right?” She batted her eyelashes at him a little.

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Austin gave her an inquisitive look. It seemed like he was about to be in a tough situation. "Uhm... yea, why?"

“Could you potentially…” she looked at the walls and the ceiling, like this was just some casual irrelevant favor. “…let me take just a teeny tiny glance at Styre’s schedule?” Her eyes returned to him. “Please?”

He was deep in thought for a minute debating the idea in his own mind. He gave her a look that said that may be a bit much but, eventually he sighed. "You know you're asking a lot from me. To essentially abuse my power however I know he hurt you today. The fact that I'm doing this stays between us and I can't ever do this for you again. That being said I will have a copy of it tommorow." His tone was extremely serious and his look matched it.

“Listen, it’s not about the fact he hurt me today. He didn’t, by the way. He… confused me.” She shook her head. “Look at this.” She pulled out her PADD and showed him Styre’s message. “Look at how he describes his schedule. Nobody has a schedule like that! I just wanna know if he’s lying to me as I am guessing he is.” She gave him an honest look. “I don’t want to get back at him for anything, that’s not what I want to see his schedule for. I…” She sighed and pocketed her PADD again. “To be honest, I’m kind of worried about him. Recently during our Vulcan lesson, he started asking me personal questions and he’s never asked me any personal questions. It wasn’t even to make an important point, it was… illogical. And the whole court marshal… I’m pretty sure he’s stressed out and tries to downplay it.” Ava met Austin’s eyes, hoping he’d understand.

He gave her an empathetic look. "I understand that concern still, no one else knows I did this and I really can't be doing this again. Okay?"

Ava nodded with a smile. “Understood. Thanks, Austin. You’re the best.” And then, she stood on her tiptoes and leant up to him. She pressed a quick kiss on his cheek, nothing more than a peck. (Still, her heart skipped a beat.) When she fell back onto her heels, she grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He stood there for a second trapped in his own mind by a mix of his own seriousness and a sudden tidel wave of joy. His heart jumped about. Eventually he could nearly muster a grin and a joyful. "see you tommorow."

Ava waved and headed for her quarters. She was smiling broadly.

Austin left on his way up to his quarters grinning wildly.

Holly walked out of her quarters. A slight smile on her face as her curls bounced on her shoulders. She walked quickly out of her quarters, almost bumping right into Ava. “My apologies ma’am!”

Ava startled up and blinked at the stranger. “Oh, hi! No worries.” She laughed, lightheartedly. “I wasn’t really looking where I was going.”

”Why thanks!” she returned a chuckle, a smile plastering her face as she continued. “I guess I’m just quite excited to see what the station has to offer! Especially in the astrometrics category!” she spoke quite fast, but her face was pure. She wore a light purple turtleneck with black pants and a pair of black flats.

Ava was still in her uniform. “Are you a civilian scientist?” she asked curiously.

”Indeed! Im a stellar cartographist working for an Earth-based company! Apparently they had a connection to Starfleet and I got offered a position here.” she continued to smile. “I don’t think I could ever venture into Starfleet… too much stress and rules” she chuckled. “Hmm, wonder where my brothers at these days anyway…” she said softly.. reminiscing about the day he left.

Ava squinted her eyes. “Your brother? He’s at Starfleet? What’s his name, maybe I know him?”

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”Perhaps you do! He’s a scientist as well, last time I spoke to him he was aboard as an assistant chief of scientist aboard some starship.” She spoke, completely forgetting to mention his name.

Ava chuckled. “I think you forgot to mention his name.”

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She hit her forehead with the palm of her hand with a chuckle. “Oh duh! His name is Floyd, but he absolutely hates that name! I never really got why.”

Ava stared at her. Could she… no! There was absolutely no way. Still, she had to ask. Just to be sure. “Your last name isn’t Styre by any chance, is it?”

Her eyebrow perked up curiously as she tilted her head. “It is.. do you know him? He’s pretty hard to miss… tall… blonde… pointy ears?” she chuckled.

“Know him?! I’ve worked with him for over a year!” Ava was baffled. “He’s here on this station!” She was totally amazed. As she looked at the stranger now, she did see a few similarities in their facial structures, but it was still endlessly surreal. “Wait! That would make you either Holly or Molly, right?

She shook her head in disbelief. He was on the station?! What? “He’s here..?” she questioned the stranger in front of him. “And you’ve known him for… how long?” she smiled brightly. “Yes yes! I’m Holly!”

Ava nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, yes, he’s here! He’s one of my superior officers! A little over a year,” she answered her questions, “Holly! It’s so nice to meet you. I was thinking of contacting you actually, after he told me he had sisters. Can you believe it took him a whole year to tell me!?” She laughed. This was amazing!

”I don’t feel like he’s entirely fond of us… he never retains any formal contact at all, nor does he make any effort.” She shrugged with a sigh. But her enthusiasm returned. “Is he still doing science? I know that was his one passion in life!”

“He’s… actually in the Command division now,” she said slowly. She had a feeling the situation was a little difficult. “Um. He still hangs around in the labs sometimes, though!”

Her smile quickly faded and her tone dropped. “Command..? Floy—err Styre in command?” she questioned herself. “He was not one to.. well ever enjoy commanding or any authority. I was surprised when he told me he was the assistant chief… but it wasn’t too much authority and whatnot… but the command division?” she looked into Ava’s eyes, her own going cold.

Ava looked back at her, looking empathetic. “Well, to be honest… I’m… I’m not really allowed to say this, but I do agree with you. He seems like it’s not necessarily his thing. He’s been acting a little off since he’s become XO of the Eventide…”

Her eyes went wide. “First officer?? My brother is the first officer of a vessel??” she let out a sigh as she shrugged. “That’s not the Styre I know” he then looked at Ava. “How does Styre act.. “off”, is he ever on?” she smiled slightly at her own joke.

Ava laughed. “Ah, I know what you mean! He’s like, on stand-by,” she grinned. But then, her grin fell. “Well… He’s…” She sighed as well. “He’s been doing some illogical things. It’s all not really like him. Honestly, I have been a little worried. Ridiculous, right? Only an idiot would worry about him, but here we are.”

”Styre being illogical?” she was surprised, but continued on. “I’m always worried about him… me and Molly both. He just sort of up and left to the academy and doesn’t talk to any of us” she paused slightly. “I thought he had died, but then he sent me a birthday message last year. I responded but got no message back.”

Ava frowned. “Wow, that’s rude!” She shook her head. “Definitely going to confront him about that! Speaking of, would you like to meet him?” She tilted her head. “Styre and I aren’t exactly on good terms right now, but I could at least try to set up a meeting.”

”I would absolutely love to get to talk to my brother again.” she nodded in return. “but just showing up in surprise? I don’t think he’ll take well to that…”

Ava nodded. “Hm, maybe you’re right… Still, you two should meet. Would you like me to tell him you’re here on the base? If you didn’t know he was here, it’s likely he doesn’t know you’re here.”

”Maybe it’s best I tell him. He’ll feel more… heard that way.” She gave a slight nod towards Ava. “I don’t think I ever got your name?”

“Oh, God, sorry, how impolite of me,” she said, “I’m Lt. JG. Ava Lopez. Call me Ava.” She smiled. “It’s great to meet another half-Vulcan who doesn’t follow the ways of Surak. And maybe you’re right, you should contact Styre. Do you have a way of contacting him?”

”I can as I have done in the past, through our PADD communications. I’ll inform him of my presence here.” she gave a smile and a small, courteous nod.

“That’s good. Let me know if he doesn’t respond. Then, I’ll talk to him. I want to talk to him anyways. Wait, here,” she pulled out her PADD. “This is my PADD number. Now you can contact me too.”

She gave another nod before continuing. “Quick question before I go, do you know which deck astrometrics is on?”

Ava nodded. “Research ring.” She smiled. “I don’t want to keep you any longer. It was very nice meeting you, Holly! Stay in touch, yes?”

She nodded and turned to face Ava one last time. “I appreciate it, Ava! I’ll see you around. And yes, of course!” she ducked her head and walked down the corridor.

She went to her quarters, still feeling all around good.

To the lower habitat mess hall. Maybe he'd find something new to try this time round...

Ava went to the mess hall to grab some food and draft an authorisation request.

10:24

She noticed someone in the hallway. The Jem’hadar from the lift! “Oh,” she said, noticing that he was going in the same direction. “Hello again.” She was cheerful. She no longer looked back at the lift incident with a bad feeling, it was all over and done with now.

Ughaz'udan glanced sideways at her. The Vulcan from the turbolift. In all his life he'd never seen a Vulcan look or act cheerful. Odd. "Hello." He rumbled. "We met in the turbolift yesterday did we not?"

Ava smiled and nodded. “Yes, we did. I’m Ava, by the way, but I never caught your name. Are you on the way to the mess as well?” She seemed like she didn’t have any worries. Which was basically true. The date yesterday had been amazing, Jasmine was going to stay, Styre had agreed to meet with her, and her work was going well!

"Lieutenant Ughaz'udan. And yes. I am." He glanced towards the mess hall entrance, which they were currently standing outside of and chatting. What an atypical pair they made. "Are you offering to accompany me?"

Ava nodded. “Yes, I was just heading there as well. Nice to meet you, Ughaz’udan.” She went into the mess hall with him.

He shrugged and accompanied her inside.

She stepped of the lift and walked down to the mess hall (edited)

She headed down the hall to the lifts.

As she went down the corridor to the lifts she thought about how excited she was about going to the ball with Austin. She still couldn’t believe he’d actually written a whole sonnet for her… She also thought about how she wanted to meet Holly again and about how she’d kind of enjoyed talking to Ughaz’udan, even though he was so rough and direct in his demeanour. She entered the lifts.

He walked down the corridor with growing anticipation on his face.

"Well, let's see. We can deduct, no? He's been in contact we me and you, but you have a boyfriend and I'm obviously too young. They leaves a superior officer or a direct subordinate left, agreed?"

“He has a lot more contacts, he’s XO of the Eventide.” Ava went along the corridor, thinking about it. “So, he’s in touch with most of the bridge crew, but I don’t think any of them are overly fond of him. No offence. Maybe someone else on the station?” She opened the door to her and Laara’s quarters.

He trotted towards Ava's quarters with a spring in his trot.

She walked down to the turbolift.

Styre walked up to Avas quarters door and buzzed in, hoping she wasn’t busy.

Ava left her quarters and met Styre already waiting for her. “Hello, Commander,” she said with a smile and a nod. No teasing comment or anything. She wasn’t here to annoy him today. Not this time.

”Greetings, Lieutenant. To my quarters?” he inquired, looking down towards the Lieutenant.

“That is unless you would like to go shopping for a new suit,” she said. Quite a few thoughts were spinning in her head, things she wanted to address…

”I do not know what would be appropriate. Should we?” He spoke more soft than normal, even though he was still stoic and unemotional.

Ava shrugged. “I doubt you have a lot of nice suits just hanging around in your quarters. However I might be wrong?” She raised an amused eyebrow.

”I am sure we could replicate them, no?” he inquired, thinking back to how the uniforms were usually replicated.

Ava shook her head. “No we’re doing this the right way. We’re going to a tailor shop!” She started down the corridor.

Styre nodded and followed Ava down the corridor.

They went into #turbolift-two

down the corridor!

She stepped of the lift and headed around the ring to her quarters.

Tu-tu-tuuu... To the lifts!

She stepped from her quarters and began her walk to the lifts.

She went to her quarters to get dressed.

He walked over to stand infront of the Ava's door readying himself to ring the doorbell.

“She made it herself,” she told Austin as she headed into the direction of the lift.

He followed her to the lift keeping a wide smile on his face.

"You helped! I didn't do everything." She shrugged and followed them down the corridor.

“Still, you did the pattern an all. Credit where credit is due.” They stepped into the lift.

"It's just one deck. I'll take the tubes if I have to." She smirked and threw a wink her way, chuckling softly.

Kh'reyah smirked and led her through the doors to her quarters.

On his way to his quarters, Nolan was already slipping out of his jacket. He was looking forward to his bed and cuddling with Angie.

Along the corridor and to her quarters…

18:49

She went back to the lifts.

The courier exited the turbolift, pushing her hovercart as she did, and headed down the hallway until she found the correct quarters. She picked out a parcel, and went to the door.

After finishing that delivery she headed off to her next delivery!

She held her hand as they went to her quarters. It was still absolutely overwhelming, but she’d grown very fond of the feeling. Also, there was this feeling of cheeky triumph whenever she took his hand in public.

as Austin picked up her hand he tried to focus on her emotions. He was still getting used to her telepathic abilities but he didn't mind them. He liked feeling her feelings. It in some ways was the most intimate thing he had ever felt.

As they arrived by her quarters, Ava gently pulled her hand away again to open the door. They stepped inside. “Home sweet home,” mumbled Ava half-serious.

He stepped into her room behind her.

Tammy stopped a little further down the corridor at her next destination. She took out a parcel from her hovercart, and headed to the door.

Jack walked down the corridor.

Having been delivering Secret Santa parcels on this deck for a while, Tammy had arrived at yet another door. She picked out the correct parcel and headed on over.

Austin walked down the corridor.

Tammy came back to her hovercart and carried on her route.

Into the corridor she went towards the turbolift, looking around the corridor in the meantime as she was still new to the starbase; she was very excited for the movie date with Jack.

She went in the wrong direction around the ring, not realizing that the CPO lived right next door, and ended up wasting about twenty minutes searching for his quarters.

He walked to the turbolift.

Off to the turbolift he goes.

She rolled down the hall, still humming the tune of the song she'd left blasting in her room.

He quietly made his way down the hall, humming softly.

To the lifts

She headed to the mess hall, blinking tiredly.

She made her way to her quarters from the turbolift.

She made her way back to the turbolift.

As the lift glided to a halt she stepped out into the corridor and took the long way around the ring to her quarters.

To the lifts, she went.

He walked quickly threw to her quarters just wanting to get somewhere he could feel a little more comfy.

She lead him quickly to her quarters.

He walked down to the lifts with her.

She followed.

Maggie made her way to the lift.

*To the turbolift!"

Maks made his way to the turbolift.

She followed the group into the corridor and opted to take the long way around the ring.

He rubbed his face against hers as he walked. In contrast to his affectionate actions a few tears continued to stream down his face as he thought about his days apart from her.

5

She stood a step or two behind them allowing them there time to themselves and to avoid making the situation look worse then it was.

She had followed them out, and felt as he rubbed his face against hers. A few tears began streaming down her own face, not looking forward to the next few days. If she could go back and stop this whole thing from happening in the first place, she would. Unfortunately, she wasn't a time traveller.

As they arrived infront of his door he began crying even more, he gripped her tightly not wanting to let go. Through his own tears he gave her one last long kiss. He breathed in as it ended to fully memorize the moment between them.

1

She closed her eyes as he kissed her, and when he broke the kiss she held his hands for a little while longer, before finally letting go and stepping back, looking at him longingly.

He faked a smile doing his best to reassure her. "I love you so much." A final solitary tear rolled down his cheek.

She gave him a small smile, giving him a small wave, though the longing look in her eyes remained.

She hated to have to break up the reunion but she needed to deliver Ota to the Captain. She gave that “wrap it up look” as they said the third round of goodbyes.

His face contorted into a deep frown as he entered into his own quarters. He couldn't think of any more words to say, even in the lightest attempt to reassure either of them.

She fell silent as she watched Jack enter his quarters.

"Ensign... we really must be going." She tried to keep a reassuring demeanour. "Your testimony could change this whole thing."

She entered the hallway and upon seeing Jack and Ota she plastered a smile on her face. "Hi guys." She nodded at the ones left in the corridor before pinging the door to Jack's quarters.

She turned and smiled at Jes. "Hi... I'm taking Ota here to speak to the Captain, Jack is all yours."

She noticed Emin come in and smiled at her, her mood lifted a little by her coming in, before turning to Nova and nodding, somewhat nervous.

She gave a light smile to Ota, hoping to make the mood less... depressed. "If they are taking the time to talk to you after Styre made his decision, they must have something in mind. It will be alright."

She turned and smiled at Jes. "Hi... I'm taking Ota here to speak to the Captain, Jack is all yours."

@Ensign Nova Wynters | SEC (@littlemoonwynnie) - jump She nodded before heading into the quarters. "See you guys later."

She began to lead the way towards the lift walking alongside Ota.

She went with Nova, giving one last backward glance at Jack's quarters.

She stepped into #turbolift-one and stepped aside for Ota.

She followed her in.

She left his quarters and headed over to the turbolifts.

down the corridor.

Now fully healed and issued a new uniform. Mona briskly make way toward Jack’s quarters. She may as well get it over with, Mona was at least sure that the man would be pleased to hear that his punishment has been amended, she wasn’t sure how he’d take the news about his father though, maybe he’d be happy about that too. No point in delaying, Mona chimed the door bell with an exhale.

She stepped out of her quarters and hurried to the li- wait Jack's quarters were on this ring! She then did an about-face and speeded to Jack's quarters, ringing the bell.

And so he went down to the mess hall, clutching his PADD in one hand and a coat in the other because he was really cold.

Ken made his way down the corridor and went on his way to his quarters. A shame they were shared really. He always enjoyed some piece and quiet when he came home, but that wasn't the case anymore.

Ellanor followed him. She stopped at the door, thinking it would be rude going in invited.

And he went inside of his quarters.

To her quarters.

To the turbolift! He absolutely could not afford to be late.

A bubble forms and Ken walked down the hallway to do... Something. What exactly? No idea. Time would tell.

At the same time, Ell left her quarters, reading the PADD that had been given to her from the Lieutenant prior. She was on her way somewhere, who knew? "Fascinating stuff.." Was all she mumbled.

"What is?" He said as he walked up behind her. He was as silent as a mouse.

Him speaking make her jump. She turned and looked at him. "Oh! Hello sir. I was just reading your research again, and I find it absolutely fascinating." She smiled and handed him the PADD back. "I was actually on my way to return it to you."

"Keep it." He said plainly before continuing to walk down the corridor. "It's only data after all."

She smiled at him and followed him. "Thank you sir. Tell me, what inspired you to write this?"

"Living in the midst of nature." He explained after a moment of silence.

"I enjoyed it, sir. Excellent work." She nodded and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Ensign." He said calmly as he made his way down the hallway. After a moment he spoke up again however. "I also wanted to apologize in case I was rude yesterday. I may have been a bit... Harsh."

"You're welcome, sir." She followed him and listened as he spoke. "No need to apologize, Lieutenant. I should apologize for stepping over any boundary and trying to pry into your private life."

"If you think so." He agreed to after a few moments of silence. "Though I still wonder why people always want to gain private information after meeting someone. It gets annoying."

"I can agree it does get annoying to a degree. I was just trying to make friendly conversation to get to you know. Perhaps I shouldn't jump into digging like that so suddenly."

"It wasn't that... Pleasant." He said after some contemplating. "Then again, I am a very private man."

"And that is totally understandable, sir. Nothing wrong with wanting to keep a private life." She smiled at him, but only for a moment

"Something tells me you don't agree with your own statement." He said as he turned his head to look at the ensign.

She looked back him, a little confused. "What brought you to that conclusion, sir?"

"Your smile. The fact it disappeared so quickly indicates doubt." He said towards her as he just simply made his way down the corridor.

"Oh, no sir not at all. I just smiled quickly, there us no doubt in this Ensign, I can assure you that." She continued to follow him, maybe just for a bit longer.

"If you say so." He looked forward for a moment, thinking, before turning back to the Ensign.

Ellanor stopped and looked at him. "I'm sorry sir, did I do it again?"

"No, you have not." He sighed internally. Why were people so damned complicated most of the time.

"That's good. But I don't want to bother you any longer, sir. I'll let you carry on with your previous objective. It was nice to see you again." She nodded to him, and smiled once more.

"I was on my way to the labs. You are welcome to join me." He said as he made his way done the corridor.

"Are tough absolutely sure, sir? I don't want to get in the way of anything." She followed him again, doing her best to keep up.

"Yes, I would not offer it otherwise, now would I?" He said as he raised his eyebrow slightly at her.

"You're right, sir. I promise I'll keep to myself." She smiled at him confidently.

"As you wish." He said as he opened the he door to the turbolift. "After you."

"Thank you sir." She nodded at him and stepped inside, standing close to the back wall.

He gave a nod and walked inside of the lift after her.

He began walking around in circles allowing her to lead the way to her quarters.

She took his hand and lead him to her door. "Well, here we are." She stood beside the door, not letting his hand go.

He took her other hand aswell and stood face to face with her, simply looking deeply into those gorgeous eyes of hers. He didn't want to say a word fearing the imminent end to their date.

She stared deep into those wonderful eyes of his and pulled him into a hug. "Come inside for some tea?*

He nodded. "Ofcourse, I would love some tea."

She held one of his hands and lead him inside her quarters.

He followed her in with an excited look across his face.

Nora walked down the corridor, and eventually found the lifts.

He walked down the corridor with her, almost skipping down the hall. He simple felt joyus to be with her especially taking her to work with him.

She kept her hand in his and followed him, a smile on her face as her excitement grew. Not only to see the plants, but to be working close with Edward.

He was currently looking for his quarters, he was a short man, maybe five three, built nimbly and walked like a military man, his steps always in time, he was wearing the typical yellow a security officer would and looked as if he had been beamed into the uniform, he had been taught in the holodeck to keep his uniform perfect, and nothing was going to change now, it fit nicely, no loose ends or anything. He hadn't yet memorized where his quarters were, he had a improved memory yes, but it wasn't something super important to him yet

Nora was almost a foot taller than the man, standing at a height of 6'2, she walked down the corridors with purpose as she tended to do, though she was really just returning to her quarters. Her uniform wasn't rough some might say, but the sleeves had been pulled up revealing more of her cybernetic arms, and she looked like an officer returning to their quarters was expected to look. She carried a PADD with her, and while it wasn't that she didn't see Oskar, she did bump into his arm, dropping her PADD. "Oh fuck!" She hissed.

He stopped mid stride and bent down and picked the PADD up for her. "Sorry about that..." He said, automatically taking the blame to try and limit the conversation, as he stood, holding the PADD out to her "It looks alright to me Ensign..." His voice was rough and quiet, his tone completely professional as he spoke

She took it from him and looked at the PADD tapping her fingers on it, he was right it was fine. She cleared her throat. "Thank you, Ensign. That was, my fault admittingly."

"No problem. Ensign Weber..." He said blankly, giving her a nod before sticking out a hand, no need to be rude now... she had actually taken the blame instead of just accepting the fact he took the blame

She coughed now, awkwardly, before taking the hand shake, up close her could see that yes, at least both of her hands were metal. "Are you looking for your quarters?"

He noticed the metal hands but didn't let it phase him, he shook her hand firmly as if it were flesh "I uh... yeah... I didn't take the time to memorize it." He admitted awkwardly, noticing that she didn't return her name, it wasn't really a detail that mattered, it was just a common thing that was nice. But once more he didn't really care, he'd probably not see her again for a while

She hummed a note, turning to a panel in the hall. "Commuter locate Ensign Weber's quarters."

"You know... I keep forgetting that you can do that." He chuckled ruefully at that fact

She looked back to him, "It's there for a reason, and if it doesn't work it's rather easy to hack into a figure it all out manually." Though, she realized as soon as she said it that someone having a hard time finding their own quarters and forget to ask the computer might not be the type of person to be very technology adept. "Based on context clues, I take it you're new."

"Yeah... I just got here about a day and a half ago." He said with a nod "fresh out of the academy." He added, keeping his face emotionless as he had always when he was in uniform it was a habit he picked up in the holodeck, and just like keeping his uniform perfect it was one he had kept

02:51

"What about you, when did you get here?" He asked casually, trying to be a little polite

Oh how ironic, she couldn't help but let out a chuckle. She was rather socially inept and came across as almost rude at times, but she was not emotionless as the Ensign before her seemed to be. "I just got here too, though I've been in the fleet for seven years, not counting my time at the academy."

"Seven years... isn't that a long time to be an ensign?" He asked with a little bit of interest. He had been a private for four in the holodeck, so that wasn't really weird

Rude much? She thought. “No, it’s not really. Though if I was delayed it would have to do with an investigation I was involved in in 2410.”

"Ah... I looked at a different era and military system... I guess I got it confused with that one." Studied... hah... more like lived it... he thought ruefully as he gave her a polite nod

Good, he didn’t ask about her investigation, and she wouldn’t ask him about a different military system in a different era. “You should be able to find your quarters now. Good bye.” She walked off, she very socially inept.

"See you around ensign..." He said, walking to his quarters, kind if glad that she hadn't given him her name, he wouldn't need to remember it...

He giggled as he made his way to her quarters. He began to have a thought deep down, wondering if he was truely in love with her, however for now he decided to keep that to himself not wanting her to think he was moving too fast.

Ellanor followed him as well. She smiled at him.

[d]She appeared just outside the door to Streelan's quarters and buzzed it

He walked down to the corridor with a hig smile on his face. Even after all this time he couldn't help but feel amazing whenever he was around her.

She walked with him. A smile on her face as well.

She left the mess hall and entered the hallway, into the lift

He quickly ran down the corridor trying to hide his face within his body.

A confused woman made her way to her quarters.

When he reached Ell's door he again couldn't help but have to calm himself down. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, closing his eyes and imagining himself in her arms. He slowly placed a solitary finger against the doorbell.

She moseyed down the hall and entered the lift.

She walked from her room to the lifts.

They stepped out of the turbolift. Never mind that they forgot to give a location. They got here by magic.

He walked down the corridors with them, eventually stopping in front of his quarters. "And there we go!"

“Well, see you around, friend!” They waved.

"See you around! By the way, if you'd like to have a chat anytime soon, come down to the engineering ring! Place's fun." He grinned and winked before getting into his quarters.

They stood there, touched by the invitation, then went back to the turbolift. It was probably time for bed.

Down the corridor.

17:36

....and into the lift!

Down the corridors and into his quarters-

They crept down the hall, watching for Wheatley, stopped in front of his quarters, lay a small card on top the gifts, set them on the ground, and pressed the button to signal someone was outside, then sprinted down the corridor to the lift.

The door to the shared quarters opened, and Wheatley was almost expecting someone to be there... But there wasn't anyone in sight! However there was something on the ground, so he picked it up and put on his glasses to read the note.

The note read: 'Dear Wheatley, I don't know how, or really when it started, but I'm falling for you. You're funny, kind, and good looking, and I hope that I'm not freaking you out or anything...but I just thought I should let you know. Your Friend, and Maybe More, Hsarr,'. They had written it in a rush, pouring their feelings out.

Wheatley read through the note and... And he actually began tearing up. This was the first time anyone's done something like this for him. Taking off his glasses, he sniffled and wiped his tears away as he smiled. "I can't believe it...!" He absentmindedly mumbled to himself, grinning like a dope.

They peaked out from behind the corner. Wheatley was...crying? Had they made a mistake? They wrung their paws nervously.

He hugged the note and chocolates as carefully as he could and grinned to himself, doing the happy hand flaps as he spun around.

As they watched this, they perked up, grinning. That was definitely a good sign. Now...how to proceed?

He looked down at the note and sighed dreamily before walking back into his quarters.

With that, they slipped into the turbolift.

He practically skipped down the hallways and into the turbolift.

She made her way to the turbolifts humming along as she walked.

Following getting herself ready she trotted out the door.

He continued to walk down the corridor. "I literally have like 100 programs, if you'd like something else I can easily pick something else..."

"It's not problem, I'm just not the best fighter...maybe I'll be your hostage," He suggested.

He chuckled. "No, no I want you to have fun. What kind of friend would I be if I picked a program just for me. How about something more like an adventure?"

"Like...exploring an ancient ruin full of booby traps?" He grinned.

He nodded eagerly. "Yeah, exactly like that! We can go searching for ancient artifacts, there's a whole series!"

"Count me in!" Sauk cheered.

Jack stepped into the lift with a huge smile on his face. He held the lift door for Sauk in a formal expression. "Let's not waste any time then! I'm super excited!"

"I have to agree. I am glad our two factions could come together during this wonderful time," Aella stepped out into the habitat corridor and waited for the other. "I am not very family with this part of the station. Would it be alright if we held hands? I'm sorry, I think I'll get lost otherwise," They say never turn your back on a Breen, but there should also be a proverb about never doing what a Vorta asks.

He walked down the corridor toward the holodeck, and anticipating and excited smile on his face.

Dom stepped out along with Aella, scanning in front of him to see where she could have dropped her headset. He wasn't even sure what it looked like, but he figured something akin to glasses would stick out on the floor of the walkway if they came across it. He was careful to watch where he stepped as to not inadvertantly smash the device she needed to see. He raised a curious brow at the ask to hold hands, but he wouldn't complain. Whether it was her being forward, or something about the Vorta culture, he'd just make her comfortably. He stretched out and took her hand firmly.. "No problem. Do you think they fell on this level? I'm not sure where to start looking."

Aella was happy when Dom actually held her hand. So he really didn't have any ill feelings towards the Dominion. Perfect. "I don't know... Maybe? My headset is black and there is an eye piece that helps me see,"Aella squinted her eyes and tried to look around. “I hope someone doesn't take it. But most humanoids cannot use the device without a serious headache,"Thankfully that was true. Aella wouldn't know what to do if someone stole it. Not that anyone on the station had a use for it, but she wouldn't put it past any of the Starfleet officers to take it just to mess with their new Dominon Liaison. "Can you see it anywhere?"

The doors slid open, and he stepped out.

He walked with Sauk.

to his quarters!

He walked nervously down the corridor.

Dom didn't see it anywhere, which was disconcerting. he wanted to ask her if she was sure it was out here. After all, if she couldn't see without it, she could have pretty much left it anywhere, right? He decided that would be too much of a personal affront and kept looking, moving ahead down the corridor across the balcony area where it overlooked the corridor down below in the lower habitat ring. Dominic kept her hand in his leaning over to get a look over the side. It was possible it was down on the deck below yet again, but then, he saw something. It was a glimmer that reflected in the station's lighting, hanging dangling off of a bolt on the edge of where they stood, just out of reach. This would take some doing to retrieve them. "I found them. But this isn't going to be easy." Or safe..

He stepped out and walked to his quarters.

"Really?! You found it!?" Aella's expression lit up, but then faded quickly when they other mentioned the second part. "W-What do you mean? Can we still get it? I really need it to see, I don't think I can get another one easily. And... it's one of the few physical gifts I have from the Founders," Aella squeezed Dom's hand tighter, actually very upset and distressed.

"It's hanging over the ledge. I can't reach it from here." He finally did let go of her hand, despite the squeeze, slipping from her grasp. He leaned over the edge a little bit, trying to swipe at it but it was just a foot or two out of reach. He frowned to himself and looked back at Aella. This was going to be far too dangerous and stupid... "I might need you to hold my ankles so I can get a better reach without falling over. How strong are your... uh, Dominion people?"

Aella watched Dom struggle. She still couldn't see that well and squinted her eyes. "Unmm... vorta are less strong but i could definitely hold down your ankles. I promise i won't let you fall!"Aella said, determined to do anything to get her headset back.

Not strong didn't sound all that convincing. Dom looked at her for a long moment to ascertained whether he actually wanted to do it or not, but dammit, he was a helpful sort. He leaned up over the railing, folding over it like a pretzel and reaching as far as he could, allowing her time to take hold of his ankles like she said. His fingertips dangled but it was still out of reach. "I need about another meter..."

Aella held onto his ankles as best she could. He was much bigger than her, but she was determined to keep her grip. She watched as he reached forward, hoping he could grab her headset. "I got you, you can do it!"She encouraged him. At this point Aella was really wondering why the Founders modified the Jem'hadar to be free of the white, but didn't enhance the Vorta in any way. Nothing crazy, but some strength and some eye sight would have been nice.

Dom dangled over the edge with Aella’s tenuous grip on his ankles. He certainly didn’t feel so secure as he reached further, but he managed just to lean over the edge far enough to where he certainly would have fallen without her holding him. At that point he managed to snatch the headset from its resting place. He grabbed hold of it tightly, but tried to be careful not to crush it. “Okay, okay. I got it. Pull me up I can’t make it back without help!”

Aella was happy when she saw Dom grab her headset. She used all her strength to try and pull him back. This was definitely more exercise than she intended to get that day. "YOU GOT IT!! Thank youuu!!" Aella said with much excitement. She had to do something to pay this kind man back, she thought.

He struggled at first, flailing a little, trying to get his center of gravity back on the right side of the ledge as he had a touch of vertigo from seeing the long drop down to the next level. Blood rushed to his head which didn’t help matters at all. He stifled his breath as Aellla finally managed to pull him back, and he let his weight fall back into his feet with a sigh. “You know the smarter thing would have been to just try to transport it out of its spot there.” He glanced down at the headset and then held it out to her. “Here you go.”

"Oh would it? I didn't think of that," Aella chuckled and took the headset back. She put it back on her head and adjusted it a bit so she could see the face of the man who helped her. "Silly me. Well I really appreciate your help. I must repay you somehow. This was a really big help, thank you."

He couldn’t help but smile at the praise but motioned waxing her off all the same. “Hey, it’s no problem. I’m an engineer so I problem solve. Next time I’ll try to figure out the transporter solution before I nearly throw myself over a ledge and hey, if I can do that, maybe they’ll let me be chief.”

"I am sure you can do it, Lieutenant," Aella clasped her hands together and nodded. He was such a nice man, she really hoped she would run into him again. "Well I kept you long enough, thank you again. And.. I hope we meet again, you're very handsome."

Dom seemed content enough to have accomplished something, giving Aella his winning smile and then looking around to try to ascertain where he was at. He had been looking to go find some food before he had to get back to the ship, and had drifted woefully off course from the looks of things. He returned his attention to the Vorta for a friendly wave. "Thank you. Compliments are always appreciated. Be seeing you." With that he headed back to the lift.

Aella shuffled down the corridor, eager to get back to her quarters to write more for her report to the Founders. He had a lot of things to say to them and she was expecting a lot of praise this time.

To the lift! Regretfully...

They reached the door to Wheatley's quarters and knocked.

CRASH.

02:52

And not long after, the door to his quarters opened. He looked like a mess, his cheeks and golden hair covered in flour. With a dorky smile, he leaned onto the doorway and pushed up his 'fogged up' glasses, "Well look who's 'ere!- Eheh, pardon the... Um, mess."

"Oh my stars, are you okay?" Hsarr asked, concerned about why he was...covered in flour.

"Ah, I'm fine! Y'know, just doing... Erm, stuff! Yes, yes, very important stuff." Oh, the fluster in his voice...

"May I come in? I'd like to deliver that hug I promised," They said with a grin.

"Of course! But... Er, it's kinda messy in there." He blushed deeply.

"I don't mind!" They gave Wheatley their best 'kitty cat eyes'.

"Ooookay then, be prepared-" He stepped aside.

Sauk stepped out, grinning at Jack. "I can say this with confidence: ditto,"

He had a big smile on his face as they moved to Sauk's room. "I loved how into my program you were earlier... it was also kinda cute seeing you like that."

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"Yeah...I guess I'm an actor! Who knew?" He shrugged, stopping outside his room to punch in the entry code.

Cecil stepped into the corridor and head to his quarters. He kept thinking it was odd he never saw his roommate. Back on Deep Space Nine him and his roommate were quite chatty, but not here. Hmm, maybe he should try and change that. Later though.

Heinrich stepped off the lift and into the corridor and headed to his quarters. This seemed more of his normal routine now that he was returning to his quarters.

The doctor had told Cecil to get more sleep, but he really couldn't. How was he supposed to go from a 26 hour day to a 24 hour day AND get more sleep? 24 hours in a day was simply not enough, and he was not about to spend 10 of those hours asleep. He stepped into the middle habitat corridor to go for a little stroll.

Jasmine made her way down the hallway in her regular pace. She had a smile on her face as she made her way to her quarters. She'd just come from the labs to do some work there, and now she was finally done. So why not relax a little?

He didn't want to admit it, but he was tired. So tired he could feel himself falling asleep as he walked. He almost didn't realise the girl right in front of him and nearly crashed into her! "I-I-- I'm so sorry," Wait, they had kids on the station? In the middle habitat ring? Maybe Cecil really did need more sleep.

She stepped back a bit and let out a soft chuckle, putting some hair behind her ear. "It's no issue, sir!" She said with a gentle smile, putting her hands behind her back as she looked up at the Bajoran. "Are you ok?"

"Y-Yea, I'm fine," Cecil lied, to be honest he was using all his energy to keep his eyes open. He had no idea why he suddenly felt tired. It was never like this on Deep Space Nine. Maybe because there he had a 26 hour day. "And you? Isn't it a bit late to be out?" Cecil actually had no idea what time it was.

"At 2000 hours? Nope! I still have a bit of time before I need to go to bed. Speaking of which, you really could use some sleep, don't you?" She said with a slight chuckle, swaying forward and back on her toes.

Upon seeing that his quarters were..occupied. He preferred not to disturb. Going back to the lift.

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Cecil shook his head and sighed, he didn't care if he had to slap himself every ten minutes, he wasn't gonna go to sleep just yet. "No no, I just have space lag. I gotta stay up or I'll never adjust," He explained. "The the way I'm Cecil, and you are?"

"If you say so! Though do be sure to take care of yourself, ok?" She said with a polite smile before extending a hand for Cecil to shake. Her hand however was pitch black, and metal-like. Not what one would expect. "Jasmine Hill! Pleasure to meet you!"

"I will, don't worry. Once I get adjusted to the time different I'll be fine," Cecil said, honestly not sure if that would ever happen. He missed his 26 hour days, rest in peace those two lost hours. "Nice to meet you Jasmine," Cecil extended his hand to shake hers. An artificial limb? That was something you didn't see every day. Would it be rude to ask, yea, it totally would. "And where are you from?"

Jack walked down the hallway with Suak. "You know what? I don't want to end the night, maybe we can go back to my quarters for a bit?"

"Sure! I've never been to your quarters," He grinned.

He keyed the code to enter his quarters in, not bothering to hide it at all from Sauk. He gestured for Sauk to go in first. "I hope you like it."

Cecil made his way down the corridor and back to his quarters.

Cecil sprinted down the corridor and to the turbolift.

"I'm from Earth! If that's what you mean. Though I'm part Betazoid, so I guess I'm also from Betazed in a way. What about you?" She asked in a genuine yet excited tone. It seems she was quite interested in the man's origins.

"Oh, a Betazoid, what's the other part? Human?" Cecil was quite surprised to hear that the girl did not say anything about her machine enhancements, but it was rude to just ask that straight out. "And I'm from Cardassia, the hot and humid planet."

"That's correct! Though I guess I'm also part machine in a way. Y'know, because the whole arm thing." She said with a chuckle, seems like she didn't mind speaking of it in the slightest. "Cardassia? I didn't expect that! Because you're Bajoran and all."

"Oh, yeah, I noticed. Your arm is pretty cool. I've never been very good with mechanics, but I can tell a lot of work went into your arm." Cecil nodded, only half lying this time. He was not an engineer, but he knew a thing or two about connecting wires together and making things work. "No no, I'm Cardassian, I can assure you of that," Cecil chuckled, a common response whenever he introduced himself. "Does your arm give you any enhanced abilities? It looks like it might."

"So you are also a hybrid? Cool! I bet you and I are going to get along just fine." She said with a bright smile, putting her hands in front of herself as she folded them together. "Well, I made the thing myself. Took me a few years and I'm still not done. But I suppose it just gives me more strength in this one arm along with more precision." She shrugged for a second before looking back up at the man. "Do you have anything that gives you special abilities?"

"Ahhaa, not hybrid, fully Cardassian," Cecil corrected her, suddenly feeling very awkward. "Really? You made that yourself?"Cecil looked at the girl, she was awfully young. Probably about ten years younger than himself. Her parents must be very proud. "Special abilities? No, not really, I'm just a normal boy," Cecil laughed. He was just a normal guy, maybe a bit eccentric, but no special abilities. Not like Jasmine. "I am sure it's very useful. You... Look at bit young to be in Starfleet."

"Full Cardie or not. You and I will still get along fine!" She said with a wide grin, reassurance basically beaming off of her. "Oh, trust me, I'm not in Starfleet. Still have four years to go before I can even apply to the academy. No, I work as an assistant and intern in the science department! I just dabble around, help out and do some basic tasks." She was carrying a lot of pride in her voice. Seems she really enjoyed working where she did.

Cecil decided to ignore her use of the word 'Cardie', a lot of people still used it and he was not about to reprimand this young girl he just met. It wasn't his place but it didn't mean he still wasn't a bit hurt by the term. "Just dabble around? You seem to be quite accomplished, I'm sure you'll have no problems getting into the academy," He encouraged. He was honestly very impressed, maybe one day they would cross paths as coworkers. "What are you thinking of going into? Engineering?"

"I don't know yet in all honesty! Maybe Medical, maybe Science, maybe Engineering." She gave a slight shrug. She wanted to look around the other departments first before she was going to make a decision. But that would take a moment, that much she knew all too well.

"Well if you ever want to go into Science we would love to have you. Although I would advise you to stay out of bioscience unless you want to watch bacteria grow all day," Cecil laughed, thinking about how many people would find his job boring. It was nothing like designing new ship technology or working to cure life threatening illnesses. It was just observing amoebas under microscopes. "What do your parents do? I assume they're on this base too?"

"Why? That's exactly the area I enjoy most! I mean, physics are cool and all, but bioscience? That stuff is the real deal!" She praised excitedly. She really seemed to enjoy the subject. Besides, the bioscience labs were the place she hung around most at. "Well, my mom is a Lieutenant in tactical, working as an advisor and strategist. My dad however is back on Earth. He's a detective in the London Police Department!"

"Really? Then maybe you would be great for the bioscience department," Honestly Cecil was always surprised when people showed interest in his field. It wasn't exactly the most exciting. Whilst other departments got fun away missions and duties, bioscience was mostly collecting plants and dirt. They probably saw the least amount of "fun" he thought. "Oh that's pretty cool, tactical huh," Not a place he would expect her mother to work, but still interesting. Cecil was curious how she ended up making machinery. "And I've never been to London, that sounds pretty interesting. My dad also worked in investigations, but on Cardassia. It's pretty similar," Well, it was similar now. The Obsidian Order was not a typical investigations department back before the War.

He headed down the hallway, passing Cecil and a small girl before entering his quarters.

He went down the corridor.

To T'Lenar's quarters!

"Really? Wow, we really do have quite some similarities!" She said with a bright smile, balancing back and forth on her toes as she spoke. "What kind of investigations did your dad do then? Must have been quite interesting, no?"

There were a lot of people going past them, and one... One Cardassian woman! No no, Cecil wouldn't let himself get distracted. "Yea we are pretty similar," Cecil said with a bright smile. He was still unsure if he ever wanted to have children of his own, but he always got along with them well. "Oh, nothing much. He mostly worked with trying to find orphan childrens' parents. He always wanted to help people," It was true, Cecil's father always dreamed of being able to reunite all the abandoned Cardassian children left on Bajor with their families or families willing to take them in. The problem was, none of those children ever wanted to go back.

Jasmine was really enjoying this conversation and it showed due to her bright smile and quite excited posture. This little girl was quite litterally a ball of energy and curiosity. "That's so sweet of him! Mine usually does homicide cases, or undercover thingies! He always has great stories to tell each day after work." She was quite proud of who her father was and what he did. That much was obvious.

Wow, what are these parents exposing children to these days? Well if she could literally make a mechanical arm she clearly could deal with some murder mysteries. "Really? That's so nice he shares stories with you. On Cardassia we get to go to work with our parents. It's pretty unique, I understand you don't do that on other planets? Well, I guess in a way you could count being on this station as going to work with your parents. You live here permanently right?"

He walked to Sauks door.

Stepping off the lift, he really hoped that his quarters were now not occupied, and that they were silent.

He stepped out of his quarters, standing close by Jack.

Jack walked with Sauk.

"Trust me, if I were going to work with my mom or dad, I would scream. I'm too gentle to be a fighter or strategist. I help people, I enjoy science. Fighting isn't my thing." She chuckled softly and shook he read for s brief moment. "And I don't exactly live here permanently. I'm here for the time being to train my telepathic and empathic abilities. My real house is back in London, where my dad and little brother are now."

"Ahh, I see. I am the same way too, I'm definitely more of a lover than a fighter," Cecil chuckled. Jasmine reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger. Young and bright, full of life. Well, as much life as you can be when the fear of being locked in a closet loomed over your head every day. "Oh yes, you're part Betazoid. How is the training going? I have always been fascinated by telepathic species. On Cardassia we are taught how to resist telepathy. We aren't telepathic, but I've always wondered what that would be like. Do you hear people's thoughts all the time?"

"Well, so far so good! I haven't caused anyone excruciating pain yet, so that's something." She said with a very faint chuckle, only half joking. "I don't hear everyone's thoughts all the time though. Only if I were to focus on someone, then I could hear their thoughts. Emotions are a different thing however. I can definitely feel those all the time. The perk of that however is that I can always tell when someone is lying!"

Well it's good she couldn't read his mind, he thought. Not like she could have, Cecil's mind was Fort Nox™️ at least he considered it to be pretty strong. "Well then I have to ask you, can you sense my emotions? I am curious if my Cardassian mental training really works. I have never had a chat with a telepath before."

"Of course I can! They aren't that difficult to sense. Though Vulcans are a different story. I'm glad they suppress their emotions." She kept a warm smile on her face, though the look she had also told a different story. It showed she had experienced first hand the emotions a Vulcan had. Not a pleasant thing by the looks of it.

"Vulcans have quite strong minds," Cecil hadn't really interacted with many Vulcans, although, they were never really interested in hanging out with such an illogical being like him. "Well now I am curious have you ever read a Vulcan's mind or sensed emotions from them? They never seem to want to talk to me."

He left the lift and entered his quarters without even acknowledging the existence of the two people talking in the hall

Aella scurried down the corridor as fast as she could, hoping no one would notice her crying.

"I'll do you one better, I've experienced the emotions of two Vulcans who were fighting. It caused... A lot of headaches." She sighed for a brief moment, rubbing the back of her head. "Though when they're calm, it's quite nice, really. I just hope they stay that way."

"Two Vulcans fighting? I really wanna see that!" Cecil laughed, just imagining what sort of smoothie of emotions that would be. "Yeah, I actually know a Vulcan. Well half Vulcan half Klingon, very interesting mix. Oh you need to meet him, his name is Eshen," *Cecil thought Jasmine would probably have a good time talking with Eshen. Cecil was about to say something else but his head was starting to hurt. May he did need more sleep, he thought. "Ahh Jasmine-- I think I should go, I've been awake for the past 40 hours..."

"A Vulcan-Klingon hybrid? I hope you won't mind if I keep my distance from them for now. I'm still pretty sensitive to emotions and stuff." She let out a short chuckle before frowning when she heard his last comment. She got behind him and gently pushed him down the corridor, towards where she presumed his quarters were. "You, Cecil, need sleep! So you go sleep!"

"Oh, yea of course, well hopefully your training goes well. Good luck with life on the station, you can always message me if you need anything," Cecil smiled at the girl, trying his best to keep his eyes open. "T-Thanks Jasmine, it's really hard to adjust to the 24 hour days. I guess I just lose track of time."

He headed into the corridor. He wasn’t alone, there was an Ensign and… a girl? There was a girl on this station? Oh yes, right, he had been told there would be civilians. He nodded shortly as he passed them on his way to the turbolift.

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"Thanks! Now, I'll see you around, Cecil. But you need sleep desperately. Even my dad doesn't stay up for 40 hours, and he's always busy with work!" She laughed softly and gave a quick wave to the Klingon that passed by before returning her attention to the Bajoran Cardassian person.

Adill acknowledged the wave. This certainly was a different environment than what he was used to. He went into the turbolift.

"Yeah, see you Jasmine," Cecil waved to her. He noticed a Klingon passed them, someone new. He didn't remember a Klingon on the station aside from Eshen and the one ambassador. He made a mental note to introduce himself soon.

She gave a quick hug to Cecil before walking off to her own quarters, hopping along as she hummed a small song to herself.

Aella scurried down the corridor and to the turbolift

Heinrich walked with Eshen down towards the lift. He was silent while in transit, but once they arrived at the lift, they waited for it to arrive.

@Captain Mephistopheles Mo

Eshen stepped into the lift with Heinrich.

He went to his quarters.

Cecil walked briskly down the hall.

After what felt like an eternity the doors opened up and cecil bolted for his room.

Heinrich walked with Odessa to his quarters, but as they walked. Something wasn't right to him. "Hmm..."

Heinrich waved off the thought as they made it to his quarters. Entering.

Exiting the turbolift, Casper looked around. The station looked like most federation spacefaring objects, a look he'd grown quite accustomed to. With a small smile unwillingly forming on his face, Cas walked towards his quarters at a firm pace. It was nice to be back in the field again - he'd desperately needed his resting time to catch up on his cooking and detense, but nothing quite beat being in space. Hopefully, life would get interesting for him soon.

( @Vara'toran Aella 5 Helo! Give me a moment to edit stuff into tuppers, but I'm here :])

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Aella was zooming down the corridor at near threshold speed when she suddenly stopped in her tracks before she hit the nice looking man who had just stepped out of the turbolift. "O-On the Founders, I am so sorry if I scared you," She said as she adjusted her glasses. She was still struggling keeping them on her face, but they were a lot more comfortable than wearing a headset everywhere. "O-oh are you new?"

Casper had lost his focus for the moment, and as such wasn't really paying attention as he barreled right into the Vorta. Blinking twice as he down at the person who just bumped into him, he noticed the long ears and purple eyes that defined Vorta, paired with her remark about the founders. He didn't know there were Vorta on the station - quite the mistake that he hadn't bothered to check for any noteworthy personnel besides the Senior Officers. "The fault is all mine! Wasn't quite paying attention where I was going. I just arrived a few short minutes ago, so I imagine that means I'm new."

Aella laughed nervously as she looked up at the face of the newbie. He looked... normal. Like anyone else. She may have had clear vision now but glasses wouldn't help her overcome her inability to judge aesthetics whether it be in beauty or music. It was all the same to her. "I was just heading back to my quarters. Umm, my name is Aella. Vara'toran, Aella 5, Dominion Liaison and official speaker for the Founders. Pleased to me you, and you are?"

Casper chuckled, returning a friendly smile.. He knew very little about the Dominion, at least compared to many other factions which he'd dealt with, but this particular Vorta seemed kind enough. He'd have to get himself up-to-date on them later. "I was about to try and find mine, as well. Lieutenant Commander Casper Mittle, Mission Specialist. Pleased to meet you as well, apologies for my clumsiness once again."

"Mission Specialist?" Starfleet had jobs for literally anything. She wouldn't be surprised if there was a job for cleaning the windows. The Dominion was much simpler. There were Jem'hadar, Vorta, and they listened to the Founders. Simple. "Hello Mr. Mittle, it's a pleasure to meet you," Aella waved. "I think your quarters are down this corridor and to the left ."She pointed in the direction straight ahead. She had become quite familiar with the station despite also being pretty new herself. "Feel free to send me a message if you ever need help. Oh and we have a Starbase chatroom, I hope to see you there," Aella readjusted her glasses one more time. "I need to head to my quarters now."

"Oh yes. Basically, I handle...well, missions, as the name says. Its a bit of a difficult explanation - Starfleet efficiency and all that." Casper chuckled. He often forgot what some assignments meant himself, and he understood that it wasn't much of a self explanatory name. "Ah, thank you very much! I'm sure I'll manage, but if something ever comes up your name will be one I'll make sure to remember." Casper nodded. He'd been planning on checking the so-called "chatroom" out later, but it was somewhat lower on his list of priorities. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance. I'll be doing the same, but I'm sure we'll meet again somehow!"

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Haydon was tired, a little too tired for comfort. He had been sifting through data for the past 15 hours, hadn't given himself much of a break besides coffee. There were of course bags under his eyes as he trudged along towards his quarters. His eyes half open half closed, it was hard to see where he was going.

She left her quarters, inhaling deeply, trying to center herself. There had been a minor conflict with Melul, and she was still somewhat disgruntled over her sibling's illogical outburst. So much so that she didn't notice the security ensign walking in her direction.

Haydon was still trying to straighten himself out, he was walking like he was drunk. Not seeing the Ensign though, he walked right into her. BAM. Contact, as Haydon fell backwards, he grunted as he hit the floor. "Ow...."

T'Lenar startled. "Apologies, Ensign. I was not paying attention," She said, turning to look at the Half-Trill. "I will ensure that it does not happen again."

"I-It's alright, im just clumsy that's all." Haydon stood, as he leaned himself against the wall of the corridor. Man looked like he could use a nap.

"Are you alright, Ensign? You look fatigued," She noted, looking the ensign up and down.

"That's what 15 hours of data analysis will do to ya." Haydon yawned and nodded.

"Perhaps it would be wise to get some rest?" She suggested. Fifteen hours...that was hardly advisable for any race to be awake for.

"That's why im going to my quarterssssss~" Haydon said in a totally not sleepy voice whatsoever.

"Well. Do not allow me to stop you," T'Lenar said, stepping out of the Ensign's way.

Haydon smiled, much like he was drunk. That was his sleepy smile. He started to walk, holding onto the wall, after a few feet he let go. But then fell to the floor. "A little help..."

She raised her eyebrows, bending over. "Ensign, perhaps you should get to sickbay..."

"Nopeeeeee~! Just. Need. To. Reach. My. Bed."

"Ensign, are you intoxicated?" She inquired, helping the Half-Trill up.

"What?! No! Just...tired..." Haydon attempted to close his eyes. But he woke himself up, only to close them once again.

"Where are your quarters located?" She asked him, supporting a majority of his weight.

"Section 31 Beta..."

"Acknowledged," They nodded, leading the exhausted ensign down the corridor.

After 15 hours of work you'd think Haydons brain was much. But nope, it was still crunching data even without the computer. His brain was a computer. "Thanks.."

"It is of no consequence, Ensign," T'Lenar nodded. "We have arrived,"

Haydon pressed the entrance button as the door whooshed opened and they both entered.

Now out of the mess hall she began to walk back to her quarters humming happily.

Eshen was leaning on a wall as she came out, typing something on his PADD. He looked up and saw a Cardassian in clothes that didn't look like muddy military cast-offs. In fact, her outfit looked damn near fashionable. Rule 5: if you have a nice thought about a person, verbalise it, especially if it regards a passion of theirs or a clearly intentional appearance modification. "I like your outfit!" He said, as she walked by.

Ooh, was she being talked to? Definitely! The young Cardassian spun round on her heel, smiled sweetly at the half Klingon and cooed, "Says the cute one who's talking. You look pretty good yourself!" A little harmless flattery never hurt anyone, after all.

"Well, you know what they say," Eshen replied, tossing back his long hair, "Takes one to know one!"

"Flatterer." The Cardassian slinked over with her arms folded, looking up at the taller man with emerald green eyes. "Say. Don't think I've ever really seen you round base before. You new on board, and why haven't I met you sooner?"

"I'm new. Ensign Eshen K'Tann." He held out a gloved hand to shake. "You may call me Eshen, and he and him and handsome, if you like."

"Okay, Eshen he him handsome." Niatha snickered and shook the gloved hand. "How long have you been aboard?"

"A few weeks? A month? Something like that. Not long. What about you? Name, pronouns, preferred term of endearment?" Well, his preferred term of endearment was pretty boy, not handsome, but that wasn't alliterative. "I would guess gorgeous, but that's just me."

"Niatha, but Nia is perfect in a pinch. She, hers and gorgeous works, though judging by your reaction to seeing me I'll also go with beautiful." The Cardassian grinned toothily. "Of course I'll let you use either - or something else you feel is suitable."

"Oh, I'm sure I'll come up with many flattering adjectives for you before the day is out. Say, if you're not going anywhere, would you like to get coffee or a drink?"

"I could go for a drink." She decided. "Lead the way!"

"Oh, so you can watch me from behind? Devious." Eshen turned and started walking towards the turbolift so they could get to Rana's bar.

Shaking her head the pretty young Cardassian smiled to herself and trotted atfter him. "Maybe. Maybe not. We might never know. Or rather you might never know..."

She proceeded to the lift..

He proceeded to the lift, his hands behind his back.

He went to his quarters.

Cecil walked down the corridor towards the turbolift.

The turbolift doors opened and Cecil made his way down the hall and back to his quarters.

Cecil scurried down the hall!

He went to the turbolift and waited for its arrival, then stepped inside.

Eventually, she managed to get her way down the hallway and reached the lifts. Pushing the call, she waited until the doors opened and stepped inside.

Maggie walked out from her room to the pool.

Cecil ran down the corridor and back to his quarters.

He walked to his quarters

He went towards the lift, meanwhile familiarising himself with the plans of the station.

"It probably was, but I have no recollection of what I was humming." Heinrich was trying to think of the song.

"That is okay, I am sure it will come back to you." She led the way... but not in the direction Heinrich was expecting.

Heinrich raised a brow, his quarters were the other way, where was she going? "My...quarters are the other way, section A23."

She nodded with a grin. "Yes, I am aware Ensign... we live on a circle."

Heinrich raised his other brow, both brows were raised. This was unusual for him "May I ask what is going on in your brain then? Are your thought processors off?"

She chuckled. "Either mine or yours... that sudden burst of expression from you might have done you some damage." They approached section A31, her quarters. She stopped. "I owe you dinner, not the other way around."

"I suppose that is true." Heinrich thought for a moment. "Very well, I accept this invitation."

She opened the door to her quarters, welcoming him in.

Heinrich nodded slightly, entering her quarters.

[D]The Andorian exited the Turbolift that I decided she would be in because I forgot where I left her... and started walking down the hallway to her quarters. She had redone her pony tail so most of her very, very blonde hair was in it and no longer annoyingly slapping the side of her face. She had her PADD under her arm so that she could keep her eye on a personal simulation she was running

Jes bubbled out of her quarters, just having placed her newly given Jes plushie right next to her electric whip she had taken from her first mission. She turned and noticed the Andorian walking through the hallway and gave her a nod and friendly smile. "Hi there."

"Hello." She said, dipping her head in greeting to the Bajoran respectfully. Her antenna seemed to lock onto the Bajoran as they moved forward some as she studied her "I am Avryshial Sh'vaqon." She added in a kind and friendly tone

"Junior Lieutenant Emin Jessil." She nodded back with a friendly smile before pausing. "Are you new here?" She asked curiously, she would think she would notice a blue person walking around.

"Yes. I am. It is... nice to meet you Lieutenant." She said with a respectful nod to her. She gave her small grin "I just got here a few days ago." She added in a little bit of a self-conscious tone. She hadn't seen any other Andorians on board the station yet so it was very likely that she was the only one here, which would be... weird. Even on the Johnston there had been another Andorian.

"Ah, well welcome to the station then Sh'Vaqon." She greeted with a nod. "Enjoying every thing so far?" She asked curiously.

She tilted her head to the side some to sense a nook from a door a little better and gave the lieutenant a small nod "Yes, everything has gone smoothly so far." She said with a friendly tone

"That's good." Jes couldn't exactly say they same to her first few days of arrival, she mused at that. It was certainly interesting for sure. "I'm sure you'll see action soon enough though, you tactical or command?" She asked out of curiosity.

"Tactical, I am a space tactician." She said in the same friendly tone with a small grin, she tilted her head a little less, moving it more to an even tilt compared to the Lieutenants, and towards her some to get a better feel of that nook, she couldn't quite sense it right where she was compared to it and it was slightly annoying

"That's cool, I'm the investigations officer here actually. It's pretty interesting although if you don't like action this is probably not the best posting for you." She laughed. "Then again, that calm before the storm can get pretty long sometimes which makes the storm seem more unexpected after awhile."

"I am ready for anything." She said with a slightly self confident tone, she had been trained in tactics since she was fourteen. She was very well versed in them and Still learning new things, she was, in her mind, one of the better tacticians in Starfleet "But I will keep that under advisment." She added with a lightly self conscious tone as she reminded herself that she was still learning, which meant there were others better than her...

She nodded. "Have you met with the department head for tactical yet or is that later?" She asked curiously, it had been awhile since she first met with Whiddy but it was certainly a fun and interesting experience. She wondered if it was at different in the tactical department instead.

She nodded again "Yes. I have met with Lieutenant Ughaz'udan." She said with a nod, she struggled to pronounce the Lieutenants name. That nook still wasn't revealing its secrets to her and she angled her head a little bit more to try and get it

To the lift...

Exiting the lift, he made his way to his quarters.

"Nice." She nodded before pausing. "Is...is something bothering you?" She asked curiously when she noticed her discomfort.

"No." She said with a small shrug "Everything is fine." She added with a small, awkwardsmile, it would be fine... something she will learn later anyways .

"Ah, okay." She nodded with a smile before continuing on her way down the hall. "Well I'll see you around the place then." She said before disappearing into a turbolift.

"Alright, it was nice to meet you." She said in a friendly tone before she continued walking herself

The two of them started to walk with Avryshial. They stayed silent.

She followed

Alvina looked over at Haydon. "You never do talk to me do you?"

Haydon looked at her. "What's their to talk about?"

"I don't know...the weather? How life has been? Literally anything but silence!? Like jesus man! You got mom's traits in you!"

"Okay....and maybe I prefer to be silent? Have you ever thought of that!?"

The group had reached Haydon's quarters. Standing outside them.

"Let's calm down guys, your siblings, it's obvious that you have two very different personalities" She said as she stopped besides them, keeping her voice even

"No shit! Man doesn't even talk for the life of him! Always looking down at his data dinners! Even dad thinks your crazy!"

"No he doesnt! I'm just smarter then you!"

"Like hell you are! You can't fly a starship for the life of you! Like mom said! Your not very good at intelligence but hacking and data!"

"Please, Enough." She said firmly "All you are going to do is embarrass your parents if you keep this up." She said firmly, her antenna moving back some annoyance

"Hmph..." She entered his quarters and the door shut in their faces.

"I uh... sorry..." She said awkwardly and self consciously

"Its alright...we're always like this.."

"You know she cares about you right?" She asked as she stood there awkwardly

"Your funny."

"It's obvious, otherwise she wouldn't have reacted the way she did in the hanger bay, she was excited to see you."

"I suppose.."

"I guess it's because you grew up with her you don't see it." She said in a casual tone "It really is obvious to everyone but you."

"Apparently."

"Dots, she really does care, she's just unable to show it in a way you understand and vice versa..." She said awkwardly as she looked down

"Are we done yet?"

"Yeah... sorry for, as some humans call it, 'preaching at you'" She said in an apologetic tone

"I get preached to a lot, so it's fine."

"No... it's not, we're friends, I should have said it differently." She said, still looking down some

"Its fine blue eyes."

"Alright Dots. So uh... what do we do now?"

Once the doors to the lifts opened, Lihne nodded to the others she passed in the hall and made her way to her quarters.

"Im tired so...I think im gonna go inside and sleep.."

"Alright Dots, if you need anything here's my PADD info so you can contact me." She said before telling him her comm code "Sleep well." She added with a kind tone and a small smile

"I already had it." Haydon smiled and entered his quarters.

"Of course you did. Sleep well Dots." She said before heading to her own quarters

Towards the lift.

Cecil ran to the lift.

Cecil made it. He conquered the turbolift and made his way down the corridor to his quarters.

He zoomin.

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He walked at a relaxed pace down the corridor.

Out he goes, listening to music as he headed down the hallway.

He went to the mess hall.

He went to the lifts, his hands clasped behind his back.

Sauk stepped out, leading Jack to his quarters.

Jack followed, his eyes still nervously shifting as they walked.

He went to his quarters, eager to get to work again.

Adill went to his quarters. Wheatley’s words about the future had made him thoughtful. There was something he had to do.

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Cecil popped out of his quarters and headed down the corridor. When he reached the turbolift doors he paused. He could risk his life in the lift or..... His eyes shifted downwards to the panel on the wall. 'Ah shit, here we go again'.

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He adjusted his t-shirt and took off his glasses, putting them into his pocket before entering the Tubes™.

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Renakir got off the lift and headed to his quarters.

They kept going, entering their quarters.

Renakir headed to the lift.

He went to the lift. His strides were a little more forceful than usual; he was still upset.

Renakir walked briskly down the corridor.

He made his way to the mess hall.

She walked with a purpose down the corridor.

He walked down the corridor.

After moving through the tubes, he finally made it to the middle habitat ring. Cecil crawled out of the hatch and just sat against the wall. He was so tired and also terrified.

"Who said you could come out now? You still have three more hours. How did you get through the lock?" "But I'm thirsty, I want water."

Before he knew it tears were running down his cheeks as he tried to keep himself conscious. No, he couldn't use another hypospray, he only had one left. (edited)

Aella had not even taken two steps out of the turbolift when she tripped over someone?? She managed to catch her balance before she fell over and looked back to see who was blocking the corridor. It was that Cardassian kid, he was crying? She resisted the urge to kick him and tell him to have a mental breakdown somewhere else but she just kept going.

Cecil was knocked onto his side by the Vorta who tripped over him. It was her again! The one who said Cardassians 'had it coming' during the Dominion War. He was not in the mood to fight with her, but he had a lot of things he wanted to say. He was trying to help her, but she was always mean to him every opportunity she got. "Don't say it. Go," Cecil said before sitting back up and covering his face with his hands. He didn't have time for this shit, not today Satan.

As Aella was walking back she noticed the stupid boy still sitting on the ground. 'The Cardassians had it coming', is what she wanted to say to him, but she just looked away and headed towards the lift. That kid was REAL sad, serves him right. Cardassians were irrelavant.

He went to the lifts.

The Orion walked down the corridor with his hands clasped behind his back and his shoulders squared. Everything about him screamed order and regulation, from his perfectly smooth uniform to his sharp jawline and emotionless expression. The way he carried himself conveyed an air of loftiness; other than that, he was unreadable. The only thing that didn’t fit into the picture of order and unapproachable coldness were his many freckles.

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Like an ghost of the night, the towering Gorn was easily visible as he took his time down the hallways. The Orion, however, catches his attention immediately, not often to see a fellow species under the banner of the Klingon Empire especially donning the colors of Starfleet. Making his way slowly over, ponderous motions calculated and thoughtful as to avoid smashing into something (especially given his great size and bulk), Rozadas' eyes peeked at the man from their slitted pupils and silver irises, glinting in the lighting of the room. Rozadas, of course, was a beefy Gorn, and yet there came an air of professionalism from him. A nod of respect was matched in equal by his tone. "It's rare to see one of the Orions among the Federation, yet I see you bear the colors of an officer, no?" The Gorn adopted an expression that his reptilian facial features hid well, yet his scent was at least pleasant, indicative of good hygiene. Rozadas' gaze flickers to the other areas, ensuring they were not being watched, before kneeling down slightly as to afford better eye contact with the Orion. That gleaming acknowledgement turned into a sighing voice, as if annoyed by the fact the Federation was so... It was not ideal to say what he wanted to, as it was unprintable by Klingon standards, let alone the universal translator likely turning it into a proverbial list of swears. "Does it occur to you how illogical your Federation can be? I heard they worked with the Borg; what imbecile actually thinks of that as a good idea?" The Gorn chummed the waters, so to speak, waiting to see what Remun was going to say, though it was not like he knew his name either. But for now, Rozadas' patiently took his time...

When Remun was approached by the big ass lizard man, he remained neutral at first. Perhaps this civilian had something to say to him? Something to ask? But when Remun listened, that hope died. Apparently, the civilian wasn’t here for business, work, or anything else that was fairly important. Still, the Orion stood and he raised one eyebrow as he always did, in that judgmental manner. How did he manage to still look intimidating while faced with a literal Gorn? I don’t know, you tell me. But he did it. “There are a fair number of Orions within Starfleet,” he answered to the first part. His tone of voice remained unreadable for the most part; though there was a hint of exhaustion in it — like he wished he wouldn’t have to explain this, because it was clearly obvious and he had better things to do than discuss the percentage of Orion officers with a random civilian. He took the question as a rhetorical one, seeing as it was obvious for anyone to see that he was a starfleet officer. He was dressed in his issued uniform with the starfleet insignia. The Federation; illogical? Ah, Remun understood now; this person was referring to the Borg incident. How illogical of him to form an opinion on it without having witnessed it. “I doubt you were on the ship when we encountered the Borg?” His tone was vacant as always, but the look in his eyes slightly sharp.

Cecil rushed down the hall, narrowly avoiding that weird green boy and the scary lizard man on his way to the lift.

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Going to speak, the sudden rush of a figure drew his attention away momentarily. It wasn't until the Gorn finally returned his gaze back to the Orion, that he sighed. Perhaps it wasn't exactly the best question to start with, given how he was dressed in the uniform, as well as his general demeanor. The hint of exhaustion was picked up, before a rumbling was felt, rather then heard. A laugh, as if amused by the Orion's demeanor and behavior. Odd, perhaps, but it made sense, all things considerably. A shrug, a roll of the shoulders granted to the Starfleet Officer, before a reply boomed forth. "No, but even I have enough common sense to suspect their intentions." Another pause, before the Klingon Diplomatic Uniform signified who he was. A slight tilt of the head, but yet, a ravaging curiosity in those eyes, no doubt eager to see what was able to be pried out of the officer for this station. Perhaps some useful information at least, though he possessed an inkling of common sense, and was not about to annoy the officer with pointless, needless questions. Brushing off his left shoulder, the Gorn finally answered. "Now then, with assumed questions out of the way, I believe there's any officers here I need to meet to arrange my quarters? Rozadas, Gorn, Diplomatic Liaison of the Klingon Empire." A bored tone took over, but for now, the Gorn kept the talking to a minimum. Best to do so, to quietly observe the man, and study his behaviors, before affecting an effective strategy for conversational discourse...

Remun’s eyes never left the Gorn and he watched the way Rozadas couldn’t seem to stop moving about — a roll of the shoulders here, a brush of his arm there. Meanwhile, Remun was unmoved. His eyes shone like cognac in the artificial light of the corridor and there was a hint of irritation there, or maybe something else. In any case, Remun listened to the Gorn’s introduction. He didn’t return it, however. After all, the Gorn hadn’t asked for his name. All of his questions so far had seemed rather out of context and his opinions irrelevant to Remun. All of them, safe for the last one. Since he was in Operations and had studied all of the station meticulously during his first few days here, he could help with Rozadas’s issue. “You will find your assigned quarters on the lower habitat ring,” he gave back with a very small nod; which presented the first real motion in his strict posture so far. It wasn’t unusual to see diplomatic liaisons on 777, however, Remun stated simply, “I had believed the Klingon Empire would send a Klingon liaison.” Not that it mattered; not to him in any case. He had nothing to do with diplomacy (which was all the better for everyone). “It is no matter, however,” he added, “Is there anything else?” He was on his way to his quarters and if a bit of annoyance or urgency bled into his tone, it wasn’t enough to be noticeable.

"None. Albeit, do stay alive. You're amusing." A rumbling indicated his... Well, not quite like, but he found the Orion intriguing, at least, and giving a nod of his head, the socially-awkward Gorn proceeded to make his way around the Middle Habitat Ring. For now at least, it was time to look around and gaze at the scenery...

Remun frowned ever so slightly at what the Gorn said to him. It was a frown of both, confusion and dismay. He was not amusing; and certainly not amused! How illogical to tell him to stay alive — as though Remun would not try to do that in any case. As he went back to his quarters (not looking back at the Gorn a second time), he deliberately smoothed out his forehead, fixing his expression back to its usual state; displaying nothing but slight aloofness and a lack of any emotion. He entered his quarters.

Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud, goes the sound of the Gorn to the turbolifts. He was incredibly hungry, and the replicator food left a distinct distaste in his mouth. Besides, even as a "civilian", the Gorn still retained a good measure of his fighting skills and the like, though that didn't matter much right now. For now, sounding like Godzilla's dreaded footsteps on his warpath to Tokyo, the big ~~lizard~~ Gorn made his way onward and forth to the horridly-slow contraption...

Eshen did a sweet flip out of the Jeffries Tubes. Unfortunately, nobody was around. If a hybrid flips in the middle habitat corridor and nobody is around to see it, is it really sweet?

Remun had no time to eat, even though he was hungry and he headed right to the lifts, a stoic expression on his face which he had carefully placed there.

Hungry and with his eyes burning slightly from working all this time, Remun returned to his quarters. His slightly upset state would not be readable from the outside.

Aella walked down the corridor before-- her ears caught the sounds of two voices. They were... arguing? They were speaking a mix of languages, Rihannsu, Standard, Vulcan? Were they having a marital fight? Wait not all quarters were occupied by families, but it sure sounded like a marital problem. Anyway Aella continued onward.

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Heinrich and Odessa walked off the turbolift in silence towards her quarters.

When they got to her door she stood waiting outside... she didn't open the door... she just stood there...

Heinrich looked at her door. "Well..here we are."

"So I see..."

"Um...well..."

"Where is here?"

"Your quarters...?"

"Oh... right..." She pushes the button opening the door and looking inside without entering... "Are those ski's?"

"I believe they are your ski's, yes."

"I ski?" She was having way to much fun with this...

"Did you hit your head somewhere that I forgot about? Or are you being funny?"

"Well technically the answer to both questions is yes..."

"You should report to sickbay then."

"I got punched Heinrich... there is no reason to report to sickbay..."

"Very well..." Heinrich looked into her quarters. "You should probably enter your quarters and rest then."

She stepped inside.

He followed.

He went towards the lift.

She made her way down the corridor, arms behind her back.

He walked down the corridor to the lift.

With his greatest enemy successfully defeated another day, Cecil headed down the corridor to his quarters.

Remun walked down the corridor to the lifts.

He stepped out of the turbolift, hands behind his back, looking orderly and slightly lofty as always.

Renakir stepped out of the lift and walked down the hall, only to see-- That fucking guy again. "Back from work?" Renakir said, coming right up behind Remun. His little bread basket in his arms. He was clearly intoxicated, even if his actions didn't reflect it. His bright green face and slurred speech made it obvious.

Remun’s head turned as he heard the familiar voice. As he saw Renakir, his eyes narrowed slightly. Whether it was in dismay, confusion, or annoyance was anyone’s guess. Other than that, he showed no reaction. He merely analysed the blush on Renakir’s face and the slur in his words silently. “I am,” he replied, “Unlike you, it appears.” He didn’t really want to know where Renakir had been, but he couldn’t help the comment.

"I was with Eshen, command ensign, diplomatic division. We were enjoying some French bread," Renakir said as he walked beside his roommate. He was not drunk, but he was definitely a bit tipsy. He was walking awfully close to Remun too. "You are welcome to have some, it's fresh, not that replicated bullshit."

“You seem to favor this particular bread,” was all he said and he made a b-line for their quarters, but he also slid to the side, away from Renakir, as he was aware of their proximity. It resulted in having to walk very closely to the wall. “It appears that it was not the only thing you consumed.” He didn’t even say anything about Renakir’s offer. He preferred Vulcan food.

It was time for his work out. He needed to stay in shape; not to get sidetracked by his mental work when there was physical work as well. Just one more thing he hated to be imperfect at. He headed for the lift.

Eshen walked to his quarters in a time frame one day before the above post.

Eshen exited his quarters in approximately the same timeframe as the post above the post above this post.

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She happily walked with Heinrich to the lift.

He followed alongside her.

“You make a very good cuddle buddy…” She commented quietly as they walked.

"Yes...I saw that you..slept on me?"

“Well… you had my blanket… soooo…”

"You didn't need to put your blanket on me. I was alright without one."

“I didn’t but I did… because I’m not gonna let my boyfriend freeze.”

"The room temperature was alright, I wasn't exactly going to freeze to death."

“I’m the doctor thank you…”

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"Yes well....my good doctor, I have been in the field before. I know the risks."

"Besides, you were my guest." She stopped for a moment. "Now... me sleeping with you... that just happened..."

"Well, we have not considered reproduction, but nonetheless, I was not there to say you couldn't sleep by my side."

Her brain exploded for a moment. She turned to look at him. "Heinrich? What was the first part of that sentence?"

"I believe I was mentioning sleeping by my side, was I not?"

"No the first part..."

"Where I mentioned reproduction? I was only trying that say that...we have not considered it an option, nor I mean...would I so probably wish to consider it a viable option right now. However."

"I fail to see what it has to do with us sleeping on my couch?"

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Heinrich paused for a second. He was confused himself. What was he babbling on about? "Umm....yes....I see your point...I..apologize."

"Perhaps we will continue that conversation when you come home from work..."

"I would prefer never to have that conversation again..thank you.."

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"I have a feeling it will happen despite your complaints..."

Heinrich grumbled before stepping into the lift

Renakir walked swiftly down the corridor.

Ellara followed the kind man off the lift into the corridor. "Is this where you live? Do all personnel live in areas like this?" She was so sad that her son never told her anything or even showed her pictures. Sure she had looked at some images and promotional photos in the Federation's public database, but she wanted to really be where her son was and see what he saw.

"Yes, more or less. But there's a picturesque environmental ring and lots of interesting shops and restaurants, too." Eshen told her about the facilities as they walked, then when he came to his quarters, he stepped into #deleted-channel.

Renakir walked down the corridor to his quarters.

The Vorta darted down the corridor, nearly running into the tall man with the sunglasses. What was his problem? did he think he was better than everyone? Oh, maybe he had poor eyesight too? He looked Romulan, well, Romulans were irrelevant. Just like the Cardassians, they also 'had it coming' in her mind.

Maggie smiled as she walked to the lift, clad in swimsuit.

He made his way to the lift.

Cecil walked with his mother down the corridor and to the lift.

Haydon rushed out of the lift towards his quarters "Come on!"

She followed at a normal pace. "Dots, it's not like we're being chased..." She said with a small laugh.

Haydon stopped at his quarters, it was only a few feet away from the lift anyways. "Alright alright."

She reached the door and motioned for him to enter "I'm here..."

Haydon entered

She followed him in.

He walked down the corridor.

The doors to the lift finally opened and Cecil quickly made his way down the corridor. His mother followed, very concerned, especially when her son wasn't answering her.

Renakir walked down the corridor and to his quarters.

Cecil rushed down the corridor and to the turbolift.

He smoothed out his uniform as he walked to the lifts.

He walked so slowly, one could call it ‘dragging himself along the corridor’ at least for his standards. He reached his quarters.

He went to the lifts, knowing that he would probably be a little early for their fight club meeting. But he didn’t mind.

After his chat with his roommate and taking a quick shower, Renakir was dressed in his work out clothes and headed down the corridor. He was wearing some sweatpants with a slim fit tank top and a black zip up hoodie. He had his sunglasses on, but he was also wearing his contacts, double protection, but he didn't want to try and put on his contacts at the fitness centre.

Sam was making her way down the corridor for a short patrol of the area, greeting some officers along the way. That included a certain Lieutenant JG Ops officer that walked by, though due to lack of uniform, she didn't know that he was an officer to begin with.

Renakir noticed the Lieutenant greeting people as she walked past. She was-- tactical right? "Jolan tru, Lieutenant," He decided to stop and greet her, after all he was still new to the station and it was only polite that he get acquainted with as many people as he could. He greeted her in Romulan of course, as always, it was always interesting to see how people, especially humans (he assumed she was human) reacted.

"Jolan tru, mister. How are you?" She said the greeting in an almost flawless manner. Seems like she knew a little of the language. Funly enough, her uniform was as yellow as the sun, an indication she was indeed security, and not tactical. But she didn't mind if people mixed it up. It happens after all.

"I am fine, thank you," He bowed his head. "Apologies, I am off duty right now, but I am the new transporter operator. Lieutenant Junior Grade Renakir Solait Torre'vnau," It was strange introducing himself out of uniform, but it was what it was. "And your name is?"

"Lieutenant Samantha Voxellus, Assistant Chief Security." She extended her hand towards the fellow officer with a warm smile on her face. "Pleasure to meet you, Lieutenant Solait."

He politely bowed his head and gave her a gentle smile. "Apologies Lieutenant, it is inappropriate for me to shake hands with someone outside of intimate partnerships," He was also going to mention that Solait was his given Romulan name and that Torre'vnau was his surname but-- He didn't want to cause any problems. If she wanted to call him Solait that was fine. He would rather her do that than shake hands. "It's very nice to meet you Lieutenant Voxellus. I take it things have been going well in your department since the borg incident?"

Cecil marched down the corridor, completely ignoring the other people talking, he needed to blow off steam, take a walk.

"Oh! Apologies, it won't happen again." She said with a warm smile. "Alien cultures get mixed up in my head sometimes." She chuckled softly before continuing. "Things have been quiet, yes. I'm glad the department can take a breather at the moment. It would be awful if they had to endure emergency after emergency."

"It's alright, I understand there are not many Romulans in Starfleet," Renakir was glad she was understanding. Some humans took it very personal when he rejected a handshake, whilst some were polite about it. "That is true, security is a pretty tough job from what I hear. I take it you must be a pretty good fighter? Like hand to hand combat?"

"I am both a close combat specialist and a long range sniper. I'm adequate in both fields." She smiled softly and gave a slight shrug. "I train weekly. Have to stay in shape somehow."

Renakir raised an eyebrow, so she was proficient in close combat. He didn't think too much about hers sniping ability, although that was cool. He would be very interested in practicing aim with her, after all Remans had incredible eye sight (in the dark). "I have to speak with Adill and Eshen but would you like to join our.. fight club? It's a semi regular friendly get together where we spar. It would be very interesting to have a human. It's hand to hand combat, the club is just myself, Ensign k'tann and Lieutenant Adill."

"Consider me interested, Lieutenant. I haven't been in a fighting club for quite some time, it'll be fun to take part in one again!" She smiled brightly, crossing her arms ever so slightly just to be more comfortable. "Do tell me when the the rest has casted their votes!"

"I am sure the others would love to have you," Renakir gave the woman a kind smile, mouth closed of course. It was not normal to have pointed teeth and he was trying to remain low key here. "I will let you know, see you around Lieutenant," He said before heading off to the lift!

He ran down the hall!

To the turbolift.

Sauk walked down the corridor, a spring in his step as he entered his quarters.

After his call with his father, he scurried down the hall to the lift! It was time for work!

Carrying her new clothes she walked to her quarters and entered.

He basically frolicked down the hallway, because he was do happy. Oh, he didn't know...

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"It's a little more than that... But the berets are nice, too," Eshen said, as he left his quarters with Nalas and Ellara.

"Yes! I visited the French alps once! Oh they had the nicest little cafe. So many cute decorations! It was cold, but I like the cold. Have you ever been?" She said with much enthusiasm as he headed to the lift.

"Oh Marnah, Eshen, I remember the turbolift operator said no more than two people at a time. Why don't you two go on ahead and I'll catch the lift after you?"

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Eshen shot Nalas a look of concern, but he wasn't actually wrong. Renakir did say that. "Okay... See you up there, Nalas."

He made his way down the corridor to the turbolift.

Down the corridor he goes!

Man was close to sprinting at this point. Leaveleaveleaveleave... He shook his head to clear the buzzing in his brain.

Cecil walked brisky down the corridor with a neutral expression. He did not let his internal struggle show on his face. People passed him by without giving the Bajoran boy a single look. He was good at masking his feelings, well, Sissil was. He approached the turbolift, but without a single moment of hesitation, crouched down to pull off the panel on wall and slipped into the tubes. There was no debate, no second guessing, no more doubt.

Renakir walked down the corridor.

To his quarters.

Sauk strolled down the corridor after shift, heading to his quarters, his mind full of thoughts. Since his conversation with Aell- Kelron, he hadn't been feeling...the best. He sighed, keeping his pace up as he walked.

Our slightly annoyed and definitely going to most likely request a change in quarters Borg, Four, exited his quarters in a hurry, trying to, as some humans say, 'get the hell out of dodge' before T'Zan woke up. By doing so he rounded the door frame and ran right smack dab into our favorite Sock, I mean Sauk. "I apologize, I didn't see you." He said in a monotone voice as the door hissed closed.

Sauk stepped back, startled. "Oh- no, it's my fault, sir," Sauk shook his head. He'd been distracted, hadn't been paying attention, he should've heard the Lieutenant. "I should've been looking where I was going. I was...lost in thought," He said as a rushed explanation.

"I exited my quarters without checking if anyone was near, it was my fault." He said in the same monotone voice. It would be quite obvious to the cadet that this man was Borg, it was also pretty clear he was in a hurry.

"Oh- okay," Sauk simply stepped aside, he looked like he had somewhere to go... "Again, apologise for holding you up, sir," Sauk was nearing Vulcansona territory at this point, dealing with the Borg, who was nothing like the one he'd met in Dich's, though he supposed everyone was different and oh no he was making assumptions- Deep breath.

"You are not holding me up at all cadet..." He purposely left the end of the sentence off to hint the cadet into giving him his name.

"Tral. Cadet Sauk Tral. They're both first names. You can call me whatever," He filled in. He really needed to work on his introduction skills...no one called him Tral! Only his mother did, and she'd already left the station. It was just awkward having two first names and no last name, that was all.

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"Alright Tral." He said with a small dip of his head, one that was a perfect rip off of Garaks nod, just without the smile. Another hy... mixed species, hmm... this one showed the ears of Species 3259 but he also had the nose ridges of and earring of a Bajoran (Who's species designation I couldn't find). "I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Four of Six." He said with another dip of his head.

Sauk felt something inside him...lift? His spirits, perhaps? Tt felt good to be called Tral by someone other than his mother. "Hello, Lieutenant Six," Sauk replied, stifling a smile. Vulcansona territory, this Four of Six was. "Pleasure to meet you, sir," Respect, respect, respect.

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"Four is acceptable. That is what most people call me." He said with the same monotone voice.

Oh, he'd messed up. Fix it fix it fix it fixit- "Right. Four. My bad," Sauk nodded, revealing nothing about his internal turmoil with his tone of voice. Only those who knew him well could see how truly troubled our poor Vulcjoran was.

"As I said, do not worry about it. Much worse has happened to me than simply having my name mixed up." He informed the cadet with an almost verbal shrug.

"Yeah...same here," Sauk sighed. Why, why, why couldn't his parents have simply agreed to call him Sanel Sauk or something? It would've made so much more sense....

"I do not understand. Your names are both easy to memorize, how is that a problem?" He asked with a slightly confused tone, his head cocking to the side some.

"Well- They're both first names. I don't have a last name," Sauk emphasized. "So I have to do a whole explanation on 'you can use either, I don't mind', which takes a lot more time than just being able to walk up to someone and say 'nice to meet you, my name is Tral', you know?"

"Wouldn't saying 'my name is Sauk Tral, you can use either because they are both first names.' Is better to than saying 'Nice to meet you, my name is Sauk Tral.' Because you don't have to explain it later?"

"True, I guess," Sauk simply shrugged. "It just gets annoying after 19 years of explaining," He added. Nineteen years he'd explained his name to every single person he'd met, and it had never changed. That...was absurd.

"I see. It must get annoying." He said with a someway understanding edge to his monotone voice.

"Yeah. It does," Sauk nodded. Names...something he'd been thinking about a lot recently...

"Well I help you figure it out Cadet Tral."

"Me too," He sighed, reaching to his neck and fiddling with the necklace he wore.

"It was... nice to meet you but I should probably be going." He said without a change in tone.

"Yeah, see you around," Sauk nodded, moving forward toward his quarters...his and Jack's quarters now! That was something to take his mind off this funk, he would get to spend way more time with Jack! He continued on down the hall in the opposite direction that Four was going.

He continued on his way.

He walked down the hallway, very excited for French times.

His lunch break still had a little bit of time, so he turned and headed to the quarters he shared with Jack. Maybe he could do a little exercise thing; what does he know about Sanel Sauk Tral? Or something.

After his lunch Cecil headed down the corridor to the lifts.

Cecil zoomed down the corridor to his quarters.

Renakir walked to his quarters calmly.

Cecil held his PADD in one hand as he walked down the corridor.

[D] Down the hall our boy went, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing the hem of his uniform shirt.

He walked down the corridor.

He walked down the corridor! Off he goess!

Comet strolled down the corridor on light feet, excited for their first shift aboard the station. They hummed softly, hands in their pockets and a smile on their face.

Cecil walked out of his quarters with his PADD in hand, he said he was trying to clear his mind, but aside from his inner turmoil the only other thing he could seem to want to focus on was work.

A person! Time to be friendly! "Soraya renga!" Comet greeted in Bajoran. "Hello!" They translated in case the ensign didn't speak the language. "I'm Comet, what's your name?"

Cecil's ears perked up when he heard someone speaking Bajoran to him. He stopped and turned to the person that just greeted him. They looked friendly-- wait this was a Lieutenant JG. He already had a run-in with security about the tubes, he really had to be on his best behavior. Cecil immediately lowered his PADD and looked at the Lieutenant. "Soraya renga," Cecil said back to her before he realised his native-level accent could mislead her into thinking he actually spoke good Bajoran. "Kiba'avzayn, good tidings, Lieutnant Comet," He immediately switched back to speaking Cardassian. He was okay speaking Bajoran to friends, but if he was speaking to a superior officer he didn't want to take a chance of accidentally mispronouncing something. "I am Ensign Nalas Za'ari, exobiologist," Cecil spoke each word clearly, his most professional voice.

Woah, this guy was being awfully formal. Did he think Comet was security or something? Were they speaking to a criminal? "Nalas...or Za'ari?" The ensign looked Bajoran, but he was speaking Cardassian. Hmm. There was a story there. "And you can just call me Comet. I'd be Lieutenant Eco," They emphasized. Still getting used to the Lieutenant part, that's why it had been a bit of a shock that Nalas was so formal.

"Nalas is fine, I mean my first name is Nalas, family name Za'ari, Cardassian order" Cecil switched to a more casual tone when he realised the Lieutenant seemed to want a more causal conversation. Well, they were both off duty, or so he thought. He honestly hadn't been able to relax since his chat with his father. "Alright. Comet. It's nice to meet you. Are you new here?"

"I am! I just got here last night. I came from the Ohio," They were missing their friends, but...Starfleet meant new opportunities, and this was one of them! Besides, maybe Nalas could be a friend! Not a replacement, of course, Sul, Ekra, Uyon and Comet were for-lifers, but it never hurt to have friends! "I'm a shuttlecraft engineer,"

"Shuttlecraft? Wow that's pretty neat. You must see some cool things. Well, I just look at algae and amoebas all day." Ohio, ohio... Where was that? He could tell by the Lieutenant's tone that they were quite fond of that place. A hometown? Cecil's mind immediately went to provinces on Bajor, but Ohio was not Bajoran. "Ohio? Is that a planet?" Cecil asked, genuinely curious.

Comet laughed. "The USS. Ohio, the ship I served on before this," They explained. "Probably got the most basic, boring name in all of the fleet, but it was my first posting," They said fondly. "My friends are still serving there. I got promoted...before them," That hadn't been the plan, but it had happened. Comet had taken charge...and ended up on a space station.

"Oh! Sorry I never heard of it," Way to go Nalas, you fucked up and now yet another superior officer knows your brain lacks wrinkles. "That's pretty neat you got promoted, I'm still waiting for mine," Which was probably a million years away after his Tussle in the Tubes™️, not once but twice now. "What do you think of the station?"

"I haven't see much of it. It's a lot bigger than a ship, that's for sure," Comet replied, batting their mess of red-brown hair out of their eyes before continuing. "I think my roommate is in medical. I haven't met her, yet, though,"

"Yeah, it's huge. Before this posting I was on Terok Nor-- ahh Deep Space Nine," Cecil was usually good about remembering the right names, but being in front of a supeior officer whilst going through a waterfall of man vs. self problems his Federation Filter™️ was temporarily offline. "Who is your roommate? Maybe I know her."

Terok Nor. Hm. This was a very, very strange boy. "Oh, my mother works on DS9," Comet mused. "My roommate...something Steiger. She looked nice enough when I saw her on my way out."

Oh he totally felt like he was being judged. At this rate he would be happy if this nice Lieutenant just thought he was stupid and confused. He could live with that. In fact it wouldn't make them the first to think that. Cecil had accepted his position of station Clown™️. When Comet mentioned Seiger, Cecil frowned. He had heard some whisperinsg about the court case and the outcome. It was unfortunate. He had a lot of thoughts, but it wasn't his place to give his opinion. He had to focus on his work and improving himself, not water cooler gossip. "Ahh, I see. I am sure you will come to find Lieutenant Steiger to be very caring," Cecil gave the most PR answer in the book. "Your mother works on DS9? What does she do?" Cecil asked, not wanting to dwell on the topic of Steiger any longer.

"Oh, she's an engineer as well. She was the one who encouraged me to become an engineer," Comet said fondly. They had a decent, healthy relationship with their mother and their father, something never seen before at Hsarr OCs Inc™️ . "She's wonderful, really. I think she works on environmental controls,"

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"Oh, I see," So they were just following in their mother's footsteps, it must have been nice. Cecil always admired those who were motivated to continue the work of their parents. Something Cecil himself once wanted to do as well. Now after all his character development he was glad he chose to go into science even if it was a "girly field" (according to Cardassian society). "It's a lovely station, I remember I had serious space lag coming from there. The 26 hour day is a luxury very few people in the galaxy will ever enjoy," Cecil said with a fond smile.

"What are the people here like?" Comet asked. Surely an insider such as Nalas could tell them what kind of strategies to employ to ~~get people to like them~~ make friends. Remember, mother told you that's bad. People can not like you, that's normal. And it's selfish to want everyone to like you...even if it feels bad.* *They smiled as if they weren't currently arguing with themself. They were normal, right? It was normal to want people to like them? This wasn't a weird flaw to have?

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Don't tell them 'only weirdos go to space', don't tell them that there was literally just a trial after some crazy incident in sickbay, don't tell them everyone is (probably) a raging homosexual. "Most people are friendly. The higher ups are firm but kind, like parents," Cecil said with a warm smile. "As for us Lower Deckers™️, we're pretty rowdy I'd say. I am sure you probably have an idea what it's like," He chuckled, remembering all the crazy antics he had gotten himself into lately. "It's a nice life though, I wouldn't say I like it more than Terok Nor, it's just a different experience."

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"I see...like parents, okay," Well, that was good. They could handle that- no, bad thoughts, stop trying to make friends with everyone! Gah, this was way to difficult. Nalas liked them, right?They just met you, you absolute crumbly larish pie of an excuse for a being. No one has opinions after not even an hour of interaction* *Okay, harsh. "So, uh, friendly....are you one of them?" They said in a joking tone.

He noticed the tiniest bit of hesitation when Comet responded to his take on the higher ups. It sounded like they were worried about making friends here. A valid fear, Cecil was in the same boat too not too long ago. In the academy and on DS9 his friends were mainly other Cardassians. "Oh yea, I think I am," Cecil began to fiddle with his earring again, clearly not so sure if he was considered friendly. After a number of breakdowns and embarrassing himself and his identity crisis, maybe he lost his friendly status. "I mean I try my best to make friends when I can. Oh and a hint. There's two German ensigns, they have resting bitchface, I would avoid them if you can," Cecil whispered to Comet, speking about Weber and Heinrich. Those guys, they would not hesitate to slap a motherfucker if in a bad mood.

"German ensigns, resting bitchface, got it," Comet said, planning on writing this down later. What, it was valuable information! The social world was one of very careful action, and Comet had to perfect their act! "Do you know their names?" Names would be helpful. They could start their new Social Journal tonight after shift.

"Umm, Weber and Boheim, but you didn't hear it from me," Cecil shook his head before going back to fiddling with his little gem on his earring. Why was he so nervous, well it was better than clicking his watch that nearly killed him. "They are usually at the bar-- actually maybe it's best to stay away from there," He wasn't trying to scare them, but if they were so concerned about making friends this was important. "Thankfully they are the only two to look out for. Everyone else is friendly even if some people tend to be work work work. Personally, I think a balance is necessary. We can't always be working like Cardassian Voles all day, but a lot of people are really out here eating, sleeping, breathing, work."

"You're smart," Comet blurted. What, this ensign made good points. "I like you," They decided. Platonically, of course. "Thanks for the inside info," *They added. Ensigns Weber and Boeheim, hung out at the bar, solid information for their profiles in the Social Journal. Not a weird thing to have. Just a way for them to know how to interact with different people and remember important social points. Completely normal thing to have. *

Cecil couldn't help but laugh when Comet complimented him. Out of all the things people have told him 'smart' was definitely not the first thing out of their mouths. "Thank you-- I wouldn't say i am very smart, but I am happy to help. I mean, those two guys are just kinda cold, not easy to make friends with. They remind me a lot of the people that work with my father in Cardassian Intelligence. If you're looking for easy friends, Lower Deckers™️ is the way to go. Especially like... My boyfriend Eshen K'Tann! Command, diplomatic attache."

"Oh? He sounds lovely," Another person to add to the Social Journal. "Anyone else?" They asked in The Most Casual Manner. They weren't creating 'files' on their crewmates, not at all. The Social Journal was just a tool. A helpful little friend.

"Ehh... I think you should find out the rest for yourself. I have my opinions but I'm just one Cardassian raised Bajoran boy. Talk to some people and find out, I am sure you will make a lot of friends. You can PADD me any time by the way. I'm off to work, but I'm usually free to chill off duty," Cecil was really trying to help this person out, but he didn't want to fill them with biases and preconceived notions. After all half the fun of interacting was not knowing where it would lead.

"Alright, sounds good." Well, they'd hit a dead end. No matter. They'd just have to do some Field Research, or what some people might call Socializing. Once they had a good number of friends, they could spend time with them off duty and hang out...and stuff. "I'll definitely PADD you if I need a friend," They smiled.

"Of course, looking forward to chatting with you later," Cecil said with a friendly wave before heading off down the corridor. It was a good interaction, in fact, it was successful in distracting Cecil from whatever he was thinking about before. Now it was time to get back to his research-- how to help a Vorta taste.

And with that, it was time for Comet to get to engineering...maybe interact with a couple of their fellow engineers. To the turbolift!

Comet made their way back to their quarters, ready to start the Social Journal.

Renakir headed down the corridor!

Down the corridor! Look at our social boy, inviting friends places! So proud of him.

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He headed down the corridor to his and Jack's quarters. Speaking of Jack...he hadn't seen him in a while. No matter; the ensign was probably just busy.

He walked to his quarters.

He walked down the corridor to the lift.

[D] Sauk left his and Jack's quarters and walked down the corridor, sighing and stretching as he went. He was tired, but he forced himself to move, because it was Food Time.

Back down the corridor, breathing shuddering with the rage that coursed through his petite body. He clenched and unclenched his fist, resisting the urge to join the Officers In Yellow Who Have Punched Walls Club. Where could he go? He could...return to his quarters... He did just that, making a beeline for the door to his quarters.

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Humming softly, Comet strolled down the corridor, uniform neat and tidy, ready for their first shift. Don't screw up.

A couple hours after his Run-In In The Messhall, Saul stalked down the corridor.

He speedwalked back.

Eshen slow-walked to #deleted-channel's quarters.

Walk walk down the corridor!

He walked down the corridor.

He walked down the corridor, yet again.

He walked to his quarters.

He walked down the corridor.

Rollin' down the corridors and listening to the House of the Rising Sun like a boss.

In just under three minutes, Nalas was out of the tubes and now rushing to his quarters!

Nalas walked down the corridor!

He walked down the corridor.

Vax walked out into the corridor, walking towards the direction that Haydon's quarters were in.

Once more she continued to follow. "Oh. Dots, I haven't had the chance to follow but my quarters were moved." She said casually. She had forgotten to tell him until now.

"Oh really? Cool! Where are your new ones?"

"Down the hall a little more. I share them with ensign Morvar." She explained casually as she moved a little closer to him as she walked.

"Huh..never met them."

"They just got assigned here." She said casually.

"Cool!"

"That reminds me, Haydon, you won't mind sleeping on the couch will you? I'm sure you can explain to your roommate as to why."

"I've uh..never met my roommate."

"I think I met her once but it was in the promenade."

"Well you have one up on me then."

Vax sighed. "Well then, Avryshial, do you think you could accommodate your boyfriend? I have nothing against my son, but I do not share my bed with anyone but my wife."

"I can yeah. I only have seem my roommate once so I don't think they will mind..." She said with an awkward nod. Why didn't he sleep on the couch then, why did Dots have to...?

"Yes...that will be acceptable, thank you. I will leave you two alone now." Vax said as he disappeared down the hallway.

"Why does he get to take your bed?" She asked as she turned towards him.

"Well I mean..I could ask operations to give him guest quarters..but I guess he'll be at home more."

"I guess so. Do you want to go get some of your stuff and then head to my quarters?"

"Nahhh..I'll e fine."

"Alright. Do you want to go do something then?" She asked, trying to change the subject away from his father.

"Honestly? I think him arriving unannounced has drained most of the energy right out of me."

"Yeah... alright, want to go get some sleep then?" She asked, moving closer and giving him a gentle hug.

"That's the plan."

"Alright. You can sleep in my bed. Lets go." She said, releasing the hug.

"I'll just take the couch, its fine."

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"Shoulda told my dad that but well..ya know.."

"No, I insist Dots. You're the guest. I am fine on the couch." She said firmly.

"Avryshial, its your bed, it doesn't belong to me."

"So? You're going to use it." She repeated firmly.

"Why don't we just..ya know."

"What?" She asked, once more being firm in her tone and clearly not understanding what he meant.

"Well I mean, we are a couple, why don't we just...sleep together?"

"Oh." She started with a more casual tone. "I er... thats fine." She said with a small nod and smile.

"We don't have to! If you don't want to.."

"No! Its fine. I am just slow." She said with a reassuring smile and tone.

"We've been dating for what now? Am I going to fast?"

"No no, its fine, I meant I am unused to all of this. I am just being slow to understand what you meant." She explained as she took his hand. "But its fine."

"Hey we're both unused to this." He chuckled.

"True... I guess we are going to gave to figure this out as we go huh?" She asked casually as she took his hand.

"Yepppp...."

"Okay." She said as she started to lead him to her new quarters.

Meanwhile Bright skittered down the hallways on the everlasting search for f ú ú d.

"We..should stop standing in the hallway."

"Yeah. Lets go then..." She said as she gave his arm a firm tug.

He pushed back a little but followed nonetheless by her side.

She led him to her new quarters and paused outside the door to give him a quick peck on the cheek before opening the door. "Here we are."

"Heyyy,its nice!"

"Its the same as the other ones..." She said as she motioned for him to enter first.

He walked down the hall with PADD in hand.

Down the Corridor to his quarters. He stopped right at the door. "Just letting you know, whatever happens tonight...well...yeah..."

"It will be fine. He doesn't get to make the decision of who you date." She said firmly but with a reassuring tone.

"Haha...yeah.." He said with a nervous chuckle. He then pressed the chime button.

"Dots, you don't need to chime! They are your quarters." She said with the sake firm tone.

He walked down the Corridor towards the lift. Waiting for it to arrive.

"Why Rome dad?"

"Would you prefer we did Paris? Or Berlin perhaps?"

"How about San Francisco?"

"Oh come now Haydon, you have a lady with you, show her some class."

"Are these places all on Earth? I've heard of some of those places."

"Yes, Rome is Italy, Berlin is Germany, and Paris is France Young lady."

"Germany is where beer man is from." He whispered to Avryshial.

She nodded and chuckled at what Dots whispered. "You can call my Avryshial sir." She said with a polite tone.

"Who is this..beer man you speak of?" It's like Haydon had said it with a whisper, but Vax's hearing wasn't impaired, he had good hearing, he was good at ease dropping.

"Uhh...Ensign Boheim sir, he's German."

"He's a fellow tactical ensign." She interjected with a casual tone.

"Heinrich Boheim? Yes, the name sounds familiar, they had an article about him at the academy during his time there. An unusual fellow.."

"He does his job well." She added casually.

"That..wasn't what I was talking about Avryshial, but yes, he is an effective soldier." Vax said as he entered the lift.

She followed yet again, she did move a little closer to Dots as they entered.

She returned to her quarters.

Down the corridor.

Quickly down the corridor.

Sauk walked at a more leisurely pace, a small smile on his face. He was looking forward to talking to his friend, regardless of the conversation.

A Andorian female, so either a Shen or Zhen, was waiting outside the entrance to Ensign Sh'vaqon's quarters. She was wearing a Starfleet Command uniform with Commanders pips on it and waiting outside the door with her arms crossed and her right foot slowly tapping on the floor before reaching up and chiming the door again.

[D] Haydon was coming off another of his long shifts. He was heading towards Avryshials quarters as well. He raised a brow as he approached. Approaching the individual. "Can I help you?"

She turned to face the young ensign. "Yes." She said in a voice that was similar to Avryshials, her face was also similar to Avryshial's. "My Shei is being a problem and I need to talk to her."

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"Oh do you mean Avryshial? Yeah..she can be a problem maker sometimes but that's what makes her fun!" He smiled as he stuck out his hand "Hi! I'm Ensign Vax."

"I see. Commander Sh'vaqon." She said with a slightly annoyed tone as she firmly shook the ensigns hand. She didn't know who Vax was, especially since she didn't know Haydons last name. "How do you know her?"

"Oh I'm her boyfriend. You must be her mother right?"

"I see..." She said with the same annoyed tone with a hint of disapproval in it. So this was the offworlder that Avryshial was dating... "I am her Shreya, yes."

"Nice to meet you!" He smiled.

She didn't return the smile. "It is acceptable to meet you as well ensign." She said with a slightly more disapproving tone. She really didn't like that Avryshial was dating an offworlder. What annoyed her worse was that her ch'te and th'se didn't care and were just glad she had found someone she liked.

"You don't like me do you?" He said as he looked at her. "You're voice is showing it."

"I do not approve of Avryshial dating an offworlder." She said firmly and with the same tone.

"If it makes you feel any better, my father is aboard the station and I don't think he approves of us together either."

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"I care about his opinion a lot, but if that prevents me from dating Avryshial then well..fuck it."

'At least he cares...' she thought to herself but she still didn't like it. "How long have you two been dating?" She asked, almost as if it was a military tribunal. Just like Avryshial had said it would probably be like. Exactly why Avryshial didn't want him to meet her parents.

"Uh....a few months I think, we're going steady, so its nice."

"I see. How did you meet?" She asked, rolling right into the next question without so much as a pause.

"Uhh....in the hallway."

"Thats not really an answer Ensign Vax..." She said in the same tone, not bothering to use his first name, still basically a military tribunal.

"We met in the hallway, what more can I say?"

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"We got to talking, and then some drinks, and then we went to the holodeck, that's about the only other details I can give."

"I see. And thats all you have done?" She asked, there was an obvious question that she was asking without asking.

"We've gone to the movies, we've gone to dinner, and yeah we've done other stuff, but it ain't your business."

"I think it is. She's my Shei." She said firmly, her ton turning to flat out disapproval now.

"Ma'am, with all due respect to your relationship with Avryshial, its not your place to decide who she sleeps with."

"So you have been sleeping together?" She asked. If it was possible for her tone to become more disapproving than it already was she had done it.

"Maybe, maybe not. It's not like we've done anything bad."

"I still do not approve of this. And I do plan on making sure your father knows that too." She said firmly.

"Sure, go right ahead. If you can find him that is."

21:02

"OH and don't forget to show him respect, he uh..is picky about that when they're not family."

"Your last name is Vax, so I assume that your father is Captain Vax. I have read some of his class lectures." She said with the same disapproval in her voice.

"Yeah, that's him, best pilot in starfleet turned teacher, yes sirrrr."

"I will see about contacting him later Ensign Vax." She said firmly. "Now... How about you tell me about yourself?"

"Well whatda want to know?"

"Just tell me about yourself."

"Well, im an intelligence specialist, I specialize in hacking and decoding messages, im assigned here after being at starfleet intelligence HQ for 2 years."

"So your intel? I guess that made your mother happy?" She asked without a change in tone, she knew a good bit about the Angelica-Vax couple, but not that their children, it came as a hazard of reading instructors lessons after the fact, you would learn some things here and there as you read them.

"Uh...yeah...I'm more like my mother then I am my father.."

"I see... What else... why do you like Avryshial?"

"She's funny, she likes to learn, she's fun to be around to because we both teach each other about each others culture, I can go on and on."

"Please do." She said firmly.

"Well I mean, she likes trying new things, I like trying new Andorian things, only recently I learned to like Andorian bread and soup. It's good stuff. She also doesn't mind when I pull a practical prank, she's somewhat loving of it."

"I see...' She started before the hiss of Avryshial's room's door opening was heard.

"Shreya! Leave him alone." She said in an annoyed tone, she had been in her quarters ignoring the chimes that her mother had sent to try and enter and had finally thought she had left and decided that she needed to go some stuff done now before her mother showed up again, only to open the door to find her Shreya basically grilling Dots.

Haydon looked at Avryshial "Oh heya blue eyes! It's okay! Your mother and I were just having a chat."

She turned towards the door. "Avryshial! I need to talk to you!" She said in a hard tone.

"I see that. We will talk later Shreya." She said, her tone towards dots was kind and caring while her tone towards her Shreya was hard and non-negotiable.

"How.....about I just leave you two alone..."

"No Dots, she was just leaving." She said, putting an almost lethal edge onto her voice. She clearly was not happy about what was happening.

"Like hell. Avryshial. We are going to talk. now." She said with equal lethality in her tone as she took a step towards Avryshial.

"Don't tell me you're going to just complain about how she's dating a non-andorian person who at least accepts the culture."

22:09

"I mean, like..wow if I ever saw someone as racist as you."

"Dots. Don't." She said in a warning tone.

"Watch your tone ensign." She said in a hard tone, whirling around to face Ensign Vax as the words left Avryshial's mouth

"Shreya! Enough! You can leave now or I will call security." She said in a hard tone from the door.

"I am security."

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"Dots! This isn't the time, and you know what I mean." She snapped, she didn't want to snap at him but it was just... ahg!

"I see Shei... We will talk later..." The elder Sh'vaqon said in a hard tone before storming off past Haydon, giving him a hard but not easily seen glare.

"Damn her.."

If looks could kill the look that Avryshial was giving her Shreya definitely would. "I'm sorry Dots... I..." She said in a slightly defeated tone, she stopped speaking and looked down, her antenna drooping forward some, during the encounter they have been back as far as they could go with her anger but now she was just tired.

"Hey..it's alright...parents get on our nerves all the time, right?"

"Yeah... I am sorry you had to see that. And I am sorry that you got targeted." She said with and apologetic tone, her antenna still drooped down and still looking down. "It shouldn't have happened."

"Hey...its alright, you got targeted by my father last night so...yeah."

"But at least he treated me like a person." She said with the same slightly defeated tone.

"Fair point." He said with a small smile.

"I... yeah... I... sorry Dots... I am just spent now..." She said with a soft tone as she moved out of the door way.

"It's alright!" He said cheerfully. "I can take a hit or two, I'm not that soft."

She nodded and walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. "I know..." She said with a sigh as she squeezed him.

"Rightio then."

"Do you want to do something or what...?"

23:24

"I just... need to clear my mind."

"Right now..uh.."

23:25

"Not really.."

"Alright. I am really sorry about all of this..." She said, still hugging him.

"You're fine Avryshial."

"Okay..." She said with a swallow of a lump. "I am going to take a nap. Please just... avoid her please."

"Well I was going to your quarters anyways, so I mean, yeah."

"Then do you mind if we just sit? I am just out of it..." She asked with an awkward tone. She felt so many contradicting emotions right now it was overwhelming.

"Yeah, for sure!"

"Alright. Thank you." She said with a thankful tone as she started back to her quarters.

He followed

Aurel stepped out of her quarters, a smile on her lips as she took her first steps inside the station as an official officer. This was going to be so much fun, so completely different than her previous posting on a ship! Not too sure where to go at first, she simply meandered along the corridor, noting each accesses to the Jefferies tubes and locations of key engineering components.

Georgia made her way down the corridor with a soft smile on her face. She didn't notice the Trill lady as she walked though which caused her to bump into the other. Georgia chuckled softly and turned to face the Trill. "I'm terribly sorry, dear. I didn't notice you."

The Trill had been just as distracted, her head turned to the side to read one of the signs on a passing door when she collided with the taller woman, almost being sent flying to the ground, but she managed to keep her balance. "Aah.. I'm so sorry ma'am, I was not paying attention to where I was walking.. Are you alright?"

Down the hall.

"I'm fine, dear. I think it's you I should be worried about, you nearly fell there. Are you ok?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow slightly, a smile on her face. She really wanted to make sure everyone was alright here.

Down the corridor.

Your boy is back, down the corridor.

"Oh, I'm quite alright, thanks." The Trill answered, smiling. Due to her stature, falling and being pushed around was not something she was unfamiliar with, and being clumsy most certainly did not help. "I do apologize for not looking though."

Down the corridor.

"Don't worry about it. It happens all the time." She said with a slight grin, looking at the younger woman. "I'm Georgia Hill by the way, tactical advisor and strategist. It's a pleasure to bump into you, Ensign."

“Right this way, Miss,” Comet said politely, trying their best to keep a poker face as they neared #deleted-channel.

"Oh this corridor is quite lovely," Valleka said, admiring the architecture as she strolled down the corridor with Comet.

“It is, isn’t it?” And then…they arrived outside the door.

After her mischievious deed, Valleka returned back to where Comet was in the corridor. If she was human, she'd definitely give the other a high five. "Well, my work here is done. I should be on my way now, Lieutenant. Thank you again for your hospitality."

“Of course. It was a pleasure, Senator,” Comet smiled, trying not to start giggling like a child. “I enjoyed this time,”

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Off the mumbling boy does, angrily listening to music.

Somehow, Auzel was sure this kind of stuff did NOT actually happen all the time. She did, however, smiled at the polite presentation. "Ensign Auzel Baar, Obtronic systems Engineer. The pleasure is all mine, Lieutenant."

"Please, just call me Georgia." She said with a warm smile. "What brings you to the station, dear? First posting?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow slightly.

Now that was the part she wasn't so good with. Calling a superior officer by their name. "Al..Alright. It's my second posting actually, I just transferred from the USS Langley. I figured working on a space station's systems would make for quite a different experience than working on ship sensors!"

"So I've heard! Truth be told, my function here is a lot more different from opposed to that of that on a ship. Much more tactics regarding defense are involved." She said with a chuckle, smiling at the Trill woman. "How're you finding the station thus far?"

Zoomin' down the corridor!

Without another second of delay, he rushed down the hall.

[D] After glancing at the new quarters arrangements, Comet strolled down the corridor toward the lift. Time for a walk!

She walked down the corridor, going to the mess hall to pick up some snacks first!

The Trill rubbed her neck. "Well, from what I've seen it's quite nice! But to be fair, other than docking and making my way to my quarters, I haven't really had a chance to explore the station and see all of its features so far."

She scurried down the corridor.

And he hopped out of the turbolift, heading to his quarters by hopping on one foot and leaning onto the wall.

After the very eventful turbolift ride, Saren was going to his quarters. Recently they were rearranged, so he needed to reorganize his belongings... again (he really hoped that whoever did the moving was careful), and meet his new roommate. Avryshial was as cool as ice, pun intended, so he wondered what kind of energy this new person will bring in. ...eh, probably nothing crazy. Into the quarters he went.

Down the corridor, towards #deleted-channel .

He walked calmly down the corridor.

Down the corridor!

He hurried down the corridor. For extra protection, he was wearing his sunglasses and contact lenses. You never know.

Saren and Bright, in the corridor for chaotic shenanigans.

20:50

Yeeeeeeea.

He kept a slow pace, not wanting to leave his colleague behind. Off to the #turbolift-one , which hopefully won't break or get Romulan'd. Saren was quite wary of them, now.

Meanwhile Jack was hopping at a surprising speed for someone who's got a broken leg and knee problems. And into the Turbolift they go!

Down the corridor he went, dressed to impress. Or depress. The day was young.

Zooming to get some food.

Down the corridor he went, headed to #deleted-channel. He had made a fair amount of friends already here, and he hadn't even met Allan in person! Risren was very excited, to say the least. Perhaps he would even find love here, eventually. Who knew? Anything could happen, he told himself with a smile as he reached the door and pressed the button to alert those inside that he wished to enter, then waited for a reply.

He went to his quarters.

Allan followed Risren out of the room, down the corridors they went as he texted on his PADD all the way there. "Geez," he said as he had the conversation, looking over at Risren, "They're kinda uptight with things here as opposed to my last posting. Feels ... a bit strange, not gonna lie. Like, usually people would just message me personally instead of calling me out in the whole chatroom like that, you know?"

“I don’t know, Allan,” Risren shrugged. “You can’t just…talk to a commanding officer like that. Lt. Cdr. Dagis is senior staff, you gotta tread lightly around those types,” He explained, moving towards the turbolift.

Adill put his arm around A’Ruk, dragging him out of the lift. He nearly stumbled, but there was A’Ruk’s arm around his waist and the two of them flush against one another somehow actually managed to walk.

“Outta the way!” said A’Ruk with a booming voice, slurring his words, as he spotted the two people in the corridor in front of him. It was kind of intimidating, him being in Klingon military uniform and all. But then he promptly lost his balance and fell against the wall, squishing Adill between his side and the wall. Suddenly he wasn’t so intimidating anymore.

“Oh-“ Risren said, jumping back as two very drunk Klingons stumbled into their path. He blinked in surprise. “Hello there,” He said, raising an eyebrow.

Allan, meanwhile, saw this as a perfect marketing opportunity. "Hellloooo, boys!" He said, absolutely moving out of the way but looking at them both as they... fell against the wall. Hmm. "Would either of you be interested in Starfleet-grade booty shorts?" He gestured to himself, absolutely shameless about this attempt.

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Adill found himself squished between the cold, hard wall and A’Ruk’s cold, hard uniform. His mind promptly provided the lyrics for ‘Stuck in the middle’ by MIKA, and he could hardly suppress a laughing fit.

“What?”, asked A’Ruk, completely confused by the Ensign’s proposal. “I’m not Starfleet, he’s Starfleet!” And he finally steered away from the wall, pulling Adill with him. “Hey, Adill, he said Starfleet!”

Adill narrowed his eyes at the Ensigns. “What do you want?” He sounded more confused than threatening.

“Allan, be careful…” Drunk Klingons could be very dangerous. He took a step back, just to be sure. What had he gotten into with this crazy, chaotic engineer?

Allan smiled at them both genuinely. "Well, currently, we're trying to get more people on the base to wear these so that Starfleet lets us wear them officially." He gestures to his own shorts again, kinda patting his thigh a bit and then gestures to Risren as well. "And I have a machine right here," he lifts up the machine in his arms, "that can turn your pants into shorts instantly."

A’Ruk frowned and then shook his head. “Out of the way!”, he said again, pushing past him. He went down the corridor, away from the two, and he pulled Adill after him.

Adill went with him willingly, but he looked back at the two guys and called out, “I’ll come back to it! When I’m… soberer.” And then he turned back to A’Ruk as they reached Adill’s quarters. He dragged him to a halt and shoved him into the quarters, vanishing inside shortly after.

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“Well, that happened,” Risren said, watching as they left. “To the turbolift?” He said, turning to his companion.

Allan laughed, waving goodbye to the two - (that's a potential convert! Or two!) before turning back to Risren and moving towards the turbolift. "Yeah, the turbolift it is!"

Down the corridor

The Cardassian stepped out of the turbolift as the doors hissed open and closed before wandering the hall for the Booty Shorts Man's quarters. "Not this one..right?" She chewed her lip thoughtfully, looking around the many doors.

As soon as the turbolift door opens, there's a blur of a man gone by as Allan runs through the corridor to his quarters, desperate to get booty shorts on the asses of his friends.

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Risren follows, just as desperate, of course, and almost as fast.

"Hello! Do you mind telling me whe-" Kiarah blinked at the fast whir of speed when they flew past. "Hello?" (edited)

The engineer was so terribly excited, in fact, to get booty shorts on the asses of his friends that he failed to notice his shoelaces were untied. All of a sudden, the engineer tripped on his own shoelaces and fell to the ground, saving his precious machine but hitting the ground in a skid nonetheless. Getting back up, he turned to look behind him, and saw someone else in the corridor and maybe heard them say something? Things were still sort of in a blur for him. "H-hello?" He asked, standing to face the other.

"Ouch, are you okay?" The Cardassian winced when the engineer hit the ground with a smack, having been momentarily distracted by the tumble. "Er, right! I'm looking for an Allan? From the Starbases chatroom, he's offered to turn my pants into short shorts. Have you heard or know him? I think his quarters should be around here but...I, um, can’t seem to find them. Who knew Federation Starbases would be so confusing right? I almost got lost going from the promenade to my room and back." Kiarah chuckled. "Kiarah Tezan by the way." She said with a wink and a two-fingered wave, her other arm rested on a medium sized satchel in Cardassian fashion. Inside were of course her favorite book, 'The Neverending Sacrifice' and two pairs of pants along with a short dark grey skirt folded up neatly inside. "You are?" The Cardassian asked curiously with a slight tilt of the head.

Risren watched from the doorway, staying silent. This was not his conversation, but Allan's quarters were not his, and he couldn't just barge inside. That would be rude. So he waited for this woman to stop talking- wait that was mean. He could be patient, besides, this was a possible customer!

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Allan laughed when the other mentioned his name. "Oh! That's me, Allan. Nice to meet you, Kiarah." He smiled at her, gesturing down the hall. "I'd be glad to lead you right to my room, and get you some of these." He slapped his shorts that he was currently wearing, before he began to lead her to his quarters at #deleted-channel .

"Um! By the way, miss," Risren added. "Name's Risren. I'm Allan's...business partner. Nice to meet you," The Orion smiled, waving at Kiarah and following Allan into his quarters. "Thank you for being interested in Allen and Detta Booty Shorts. The name's a work in progress, of course," He grinned.

Kiarah gave the Orion a charming smile and nod. "Nice to meet you too, Risren, and of course! I'm interested in what kind of fashions we have here although I am a little concerned it’ll get a little cold...I'm sure I'll be fine." The Cardassian said cheerily before she followed the Ensign to his quarters. This being said, Kiarah didn’t actually know whether or not he was an ensign, reading pips being one of the things she had glossed over when preparing for the post. If anything, someone could just simply teach her. Which was better anyway, right? More social interaction meant more opportunities to get better relations with people! In truth, she really was interested in fashion. Although mainly Cardassian fashion, she was curious to see how the Starbase, with all of its many cultures and what not had in the ways of it. "The name does sound like it could use some work, that is if you’re planning on doing more than booty shorts. If not, it sounds great to me!" She mused as she followed the two of them into the room.

He walked swiftly down the corridor, zoomin'.

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Remun exited his quarters and when he turned into the direction of the mess hall, he caught Dzharok zoomin’.

Down the corridor, into #deleted-channel.

He quickly ran into his own quarters.

He briskly walked down the corridor.

He walked down the hall with his new shorts.

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He walked down the corridor.

He went down the corridor towards his quarters, hands clasped behind his back and his posture perfectly straight.

It was via backtracking his earlier steps that he headed back to the closest turbolift, taking note of the people he passed by. If it was busy here on the deck that housed the quarters of a fair number of station staff then he couldn't even begin to imagine how busy it was elsewhere where people were working and going about their day. He had always had this picture of starbases being remote and staffed by a skeleton crew, but instead it was like they had a whole city with a population of its own here.

He sprinted down the corridor!

She went down the corridor towards the lift with an obscure aura of anger and sadness and annoyance all mixed together.

Remun went towards the lifts, his steps measured as always.

He strode down the hallway towards Allan's room with intent and confidence, as though on a mission from god; a pilgrimage to obtain the Holy Booty Shorts.

7

He walked down the hallway, off to work.

A couple minutes later, Sauk was off too. Today was an off day due to physiological damage, he supposed, and he was going to spend the day reading. In public. A daunting task for him.

He skipped down the corridor.

Allan nodded, grinning at the absolutely brilliant idea. "Yes! They'd make an excellent example, since they're the standard length and everything, while at least the ones I'm wearing are a bit shorter than that." He said, following Dion down the corridor... into an eventual turbolift, probably.

"We're wearing about the same length, I think. Though mine look slightly shorter, because slightly longer legs. Hey, do you have any dietary requirements?" Dion made for #turbolift-two.

Out of the quarters and on to..... Hmm. Well, the Jeffries Tubes were the most exciting part of going to the research ring... And also the most exhausting one, but whatever. With a grin, he immediately scooted to the nearest hatch and wriggled his way in like a blind mole rat.

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After getting dressed and putting on his makeup, Risren walked down the hall towards the turbolifts.

Elwyn exited their quarters and headed down the corridor to the turbolift.

She went back to her quarters.

Down the corridor he went, satchel on his shoulder, cat leash in his hand, Shoe by his side. He was still humming ‘Burn the Stars’ softly as he approached the turbolift.

With confident steps, she made her way down the corridor to the holodeck, nodding at some other officers with a minimalistic smile.

He walked very quickly down the corridor, hiding his face with his hand.

Namika strode down the hall towards the turbolift.

He scurried fast down the corridor.

He quickly made his way to the corridor, thinking about a way in which he could let Torre’vnau know that the flowers were from Valleka and that Valleka had asked him— No, Remun wasn’t going to bring that up. There was… no need to. Yes. He entered the quarters.

He exited the quarters again after dropping off the flowers and changing his outfit. He went to lifts.

Dion let himself be dragged, though not too much since he had enough muscle density he was actually pretty heavy, though he carried himself with a deceptive lightness and grace. It was good, because it meant he could carry most people with ease, but bad, because it meant he never got carried. Oh, there's an idea, though. "Sorry if I was too rough. I have to be extremely careful with humans 'til I've thoroughly ascertained exactly how much you can take. Kah'less, this corridor is long as hell - would you mind if I just carried you and legged it?"

"Too rough?" Allan asked, his eyes very clearly telling Dion that he had never even considered that thought. A look that said apologizing for that was absolutely crazy, because there was nothing to apologize for in the first place. "Sure, you can carry me, but like - you were being extremely careful. Honestly, though, you really don't have to be. With me, at least. Not to brag or anything." He just had ~ experience ~ !

Dion swept Allan into his arms as though he weighed the same as a box of tissue paper, bridal style. He was maybe flexing a little bit. "Are you saying you want me to be rough? That's a dangerous proposition, Allan. I don't suppose you have... credentials with any Vulcans or Klingons specifically? Because I'm worse than both." Then he nyoomed down the hall to #deleted-channel.

Adill and A’Ruk made their way down the corridor and to the lifts.

He walked down the corridor to his quarters.

After going on mini character hiatus because I never rped her, Aella was ready to find out what this shorts business was about. She was honestly not interested in shorts (she only wore skirts), but these ensigns seemed very enterprising. She hopped off the turbolift into the middle habitat corridor, trying to find the room they had specified in the communications announcements.

Allan was currently headed back after meeting with Captain Branch and taking those promotional photos, wearing his shorts and a tank top as he walked down the middle habitat corridor when he saw someone wearing a skirt! Perhaps they would be interested in the shorts... or at least signing the petition! "Excuse me," he said, pausing as he walked up to the person, "would you be interested in signing a petition?"

Aella turned to the stranger, surprised by the sudden interaction. Were they really talking to her? The Vorta turned her head to face the person and gave them a friendly smile. Frilly ears, large black rimmed glasses, hideous attire, she was definitely a Vorta. Although her fashion sense had gotten better thanks to Eshen, she was still terrible at identifying patterns that worked well together. A cheetah print skirt and a black and white striped collared shirt is what she was wearing today. She had a nice pair of black boots with gold hardware, laces tied into a bow. She wore jade earrings similar to Eshen's with some gold bangles around her wrists. "Petition? Oh, I don't know what you're talking about and I don't believe we've met, sir."

"Ah, right! I'm Allan, I'm simply trying to gather signatures for this petition a friend and I made.." He pulled the petition out of his bag, written in a combination of both him and Dion's handwriting, with 81 signatures below the actual petition. "You can read it for yourself if you'd like, but basically, we're trying to allow Starfleet Shorts to be worn as an official option for the uniform, just like the Starfleet Skirts."

Aella had to squint her eyes to get a good look at the petition. She tapped her chin with her index finger as she pondered what the point of this was. Freedom was still pretty new to her and the idea that one could gather support to change management at the top was completely unheard of in the Dominion. Oh imagine a Jem'hadar or Vorta union, wouldn't that be a sight to see. "I'm Vara'toran Aella 5. Dominion Liaison and official speaker for the Founders. I'm not in Starfleet," She took a step back and gave the ensign a cheeky smile. "I don't see what the point of this is either, why not just wear skirts? They are much more comfortable anyway."

"Nice to meet you! And, um. You don't actually need to be in Starfleet to sign, and uh," he looked down at her skirt, interesting pattern. Regardless, he gestured to his own shorts. As if to prove a point somehow. "Some people think shorts are more comfortable, yeah? So we're just trying to get this approved so everyone can feel the most comfortable on the job."

'Most comfort on the job'? She rolled her eyes at the silly red headed ensign. “Comfort is irrelevant just like--" Wait, she remembered. Not the big G. "You have skirts and you have trousers. Besides, Starfleet is a peace keeping organisation, am I right?" She tilted her head slightly and put one hand on her hip. "You guys are already hormone crazy, I think introducing such attire would only make matters worse-- Or," Aella shrugged and laughed. "Maybe I should sign. Cripple the Federation even more now that everyone is distracted by all these hot asses walking around, the Dominion can finally rise again." She was joking, but she totally didn't sound like she was joking.

Allan listened to the person talk, tilting his head and putting a hand on his hip too just to mirror her. She was the one who mentioned comfort in the first place! And now she was rambling about... hormones? "I mean, whatever gets you to sign, man. I guess they do make my ass hotter? I don't know. Hot enough to make Dion want it, I guess, but ... I mean, wait, they're the same tightness as the skirts! They're not any different, in fact, they're probably a bit looser on the ass. I -" He sighed, and pulled out a pen. "Are you signing or not? For the uh, Dominion or whatever?"

She laughed out loud when Allan mirrored her. This human was so stupid, she thought. He was silly, bold, and did not seem to even know what the Dominion were. Was he born yesterday? Was this a prank? She stood up straight and readjusted her glasses. "Hmmmm, well you're delightfully stupid so sure, I'll sign it," Aella took the pen and signed her name in a flowery Dominionese script. Bubble symbols and oddly shaped ovals over horizontal lines. Under the Dominionese she wrote her name in standard, 'AELLA 5". "There."

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Perhaps Dion had +#5%^) all the brain cells out of him. Or, perhaps, Allan was always this stupid. Or perhaps he wasn't stupid at all, and just really, desperately wanted this petition signed. "Thank you! I really, really appreciate it. And if you ever want any shorts, completely free of charge," he said, putting the petition back into his bag. "Was there anything you were looking for while you were here? It's a long corridor."

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She smiled at the ensign and combed her fingers through her hair that was starting to get rather long again. "Sorry, I don't wear shorts. Skirts are superior," She replied. After her little stunt trying to be Kelron again, Aella had decided she would be sticking to skirts. They were easier to move in and she enjoyed the feminine flare they gave her. "I was actually curious about the shorts, just some investigating. I will be reporting this to the Founders by the way, they're my gods," She explained, assuming since this ensign didn't know who the Dominion were he didn't also know about the galaxy's lords and saviors The Founders.

"Okay! If you ever change your mind, though, the offer will still be open." He smiled, leaning against the wall to be a little more comfortable as he looked back over at her. "Yeah, that's fine! Um, was there anything in particular you were looking to investigate..?" The more people knew about the shorts in Allan's opinion, the better.

Why was this boy so tall? Aella barely stood over five foot, which was short but apparently she was an ant on this station. The ensign's smile and casual tone was entertaining though, definitely seemed like someone her Zhimata would get along with. "Of course. But I won't. I'm a high class lady," Aella turned her nose up at him, doing her best posh voice. She probably looked silly as hell. "Well.... Allan? Full name, department, rank, duties, specialty would be nice," If he was willing to give her information, why not take advantage of it?

"Sure. Allan Allen is the full name," he grinned at that, it was always fun to see if people thought he was messing with them or not when he said it verbally. "Engineering ensign. Duties? Not entirely sure yet, I know I'm here as a computer software engineer but I haven't actually got to do much yet other than making the shorts machine. But yeah, I specialize in software and building things. Hacking especially," he shrugged.

That was an odd name, but solids all had strange names, Aella thought. She looked the ensign up and down again, taking note on his very funky attire and red hair. The Founders would definitely want to hear about him. "Hacking? Sounds interesting. Well thank you for the information, Ensign Allan," This guy really just gave her all the information she asked for? She was satisfied, now it was time to add him to her report. (edited)

And Allan would love nothing more for than the Founders to hear about him, too. And his ass. "Of course! You need anything else?" The man, truly, loved nothing more than to give people what they wanted. Unless they were assholes about it. Then, it was usually quite the opposite.

"Nothing else, well, nothing you could give me anyway," Aella winked at Allan before disappearing down the corridor to go back to the lifts. She hoped the ensign would remember her. Another job well done for this Vorta, she was making friends!

Dare he say it, he nearly felt insulted by that if he hadn't had much higher confidence in himself than the average person. "I could actually give you a lot more, but - okay!" He called down the corridor after her, watching her leave in that ... cheetah print skirt. What an interesting meeting.

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Risren left his quarters, wearing a violet-blue galaxy patterned crop-top and a pair of scandalously short shorts, the color of amethyst. To the turbolift he goes!

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While all the comm lines were down, Remun strode down the hallway. He was already formulating theories. Was this another cyber attack? Maybe just a malfunction? The Borg? He entered the lift.

He walked down the corridor on autopilot, cat in his arms, until he reached #deleted-channel. He sighed, then stepped inside.

Down the corridor in a green-red-black blur.

He walked down the hall.

He stepped off the lift and looked around, somewhat nervously. He expressed an outward sense of subdued emotions, a turmoil of colliding feelings that were so violently varied that one might fear he’d be swept away.

After a somewhat awkward conversation with Trevor following their reunion, Comet decided it was time for a break, some sort of relaxation. They settled on the pool. Leaving their quarters, they were dressed in a fairly basic swimsuit. Tight, waterproof shorts, and a t-shirt they would take off when they got in the water.

He walked slowly down the corridor.

Allan was actually dressed in his standard uniform, with the only long pants he had left, for once as he walked down the corridor.

The half-Vulcan was zoomin’ down the hallway, dressed in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. Definitely needing to get her shit together, but she was glad to be here, as made apparent by the smile on her face. She entered into her quarters.

Guess who’s back? Back again. Shady’s back. Call a friend. No, actually it was just Ava, now dressed in uniform and feeling fresh as fuck and ready to annoy Styre. She made her way to the lifts.

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Zoomin' down the corridor.

Trevor went the other direction, to #deleted-channel.

Bored out of his mind, Risren decided to do some shopping.

Namika went towards the turbolifts, fabulous boots clacking on the ground of the hallway.

For some reason, Allan had been called to the COS' office, he had good reason why too, seeing as he had confessed everything to Alizati earlier. He didn't seem too nervous, actually, as he walked into the turbolift. (edited)

Assumedly at around 18:55 he's walking down the corridor.

She padded down the corridor, heading for #deleted-channel .

he entered the coridor looking around, trying to find a way to the turbolift with less peple contact on the way

P’Nelar padded along beside T’kata, keeping close. So many new friends! If this was what Starfleet was like, she had more to thank Lt. Cdr. Green for than she though!

T'kata looked around, greeting every person there passed with a nod "What was your favorite lesson in Academy?" he wondered why he only met her on board the Station

“Oh! Umm…diplomacy 101. That was great, I wish everyone solved their problems with their words instead of phasers and quantum torpedos,” P’Nelar said.

"Mhh, but sometimes phasers are not that bad. With some Peoples you just can't talk, no matter what" T'katas ears layed on his head, as he felt some anger comming up "However I liked the Practical lessons. Not just reading, but actually doing something, always learned better that way"

“Those were fun, but I got way more of them than most people from my friend Lt. Cdr Green. She taught me almost everything I know,” P’Nelar said proudly, entering #turbolift-three .

he listened "That is nice, my teacher helped me learn for the entry exams. So without her I wouldn't be here" he meant coldly, following his Crewmate

Having received his reply, he headed down the corridor, anxiety fluttering in his stomach. Whidbey had heard great things…he had to live up to those expectations.

These boots were made for walking, and that’s just what they did… they walked all over the corridor to her quarters. Wahoo!

Aaaand all the way back to the lifts. This pilgrimage was so frequent. She wondered whether it would be possible to decorate these corridors to make them nicer. Something to think about.

He walked down the corridor.

Being a good boy actually on time for work today he walked down the corridor.

[D] After a long day of working, patrolling the tubes, P’Nelar walked back to her quarters, humming under her breath. An old song her mom had taught her, something called the ‘Cha-Cha Slide’. Whatever it was, it was a bop, in P’Nelar’s opinion. She reached #deleted-channel and stepped inside.

he made his way to his quaters

he made his way to the turbolift

Sauk made his way down the hallway, having left Shoe behind this time. It already felt wrong, but he needed to be confident without her.

He strode down the corridor towards the lifts, looking as perfectly orderly as ever and walking efficiently quickly.

Somewhat disheveled she stood in front of the turbolift, rubbing the back of her neck and came to the conclusion that it definitely wasn't working.

After considering whether to take the tubes she decided she wouldn't risk getting lost right now, instead she wearily stepped into one of the other turbolifts.

Watch out here comes a small goth pilot, running down the corridor towards the lifts.

He quickly sprinted down the corridor.

Adill was jogging down the corridor to the mess hall.

He was probably still grumbling about ungrateful patients as he made his way to the lifts again.

Eshen carried Allan down the corridor.

05:41

But then stopped outside Allan's room, because he realised he couldn't get in without his input. Putting Allan down on the ground leaned against a wall, he poked him on the cheek lightly with his gloved pointy finger. "Allan, dear, say 'computer, open door'."

Allan like, made a noise, but just turned his head to the side and kept sleeping, as if more than a light poke was probably needed to wake him up.

Eshen didn't want to slap a human awake with his strength; Allan'd lose a tooth, at least. So instead, he got out his PADD, searched up 'airhorn noise clip' on spacetube, turned it up to the loudest volume, and played it beside Allan's ear.

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Allan immediately woke up at that, instinctively jerking his head away from the noise and covering his ears, shutting his eyes. "What the fuck!?"

Eshen smiled in amusement. "Say 'computer, open door' and you can go back to snoozing, sleeping beauty."

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Upon hearing Eshen's voice, he removed his hands from his ears and blinked his eyes slowly to look up at the other. He yawned a bit, covering his mouth as he did so before looking around him. "Oh, we're - why are we... outside..." he slowly stood up, a bit shaky but he managed to do it. "Computer, open door."

Presumably the door opened. Eshen turned to Allan, noticed his shaky stance, and held out his arms. "Screw walking, I'm here."

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Allan was using a hand to steady himself against the wall, feeling quite ~ crumbly ~ at the moment, for lack of better descriptor for how you feel on one hour or so of sleep and having to deal with not one, but two crises in the meantime. He looked over at Eshen, took a hot second to register what was happening, and smiled, nodding as he let Eshen pick him up again. "So, uh.. what.. what happened?" He asked, yawning again.

"You fell asleep in the turbolift. Must've had quite the adventure." Eshen carried him into #deleted-channel.

P’Nelar padded down the hall, her steps light and cheerful as she made her way to the turbolift.

He walked down the hall.

Jasmine was casually making her way down the hall, tossing a small ball up and down in her hand as she whistled a song. She was simply making her way down the corridor, going out to explore the station.

Coming back from work, through the tubes, Renakir crawled slowly. It was actually quite enjoyable to go through the tubes, less people meant less paranoia, right? Plus it was dark and in a way it reminded him of the tunnels he used to play in when he was little. Much warmer than the tunnels on Remus, but still fun. This Romulan-Reman boy saw the literal light ar the end of the tunnel and popped out the hatch, pulling his body out of the tunnel. He was only halfway out when he realised he was in fact directly in front of someone- someone he had never seen before. He turned his head to see who it was, for a brief second his eyes were fully visible through his lightly tinted sunglasses. Beady silver irises stared at the teen as Renakir's mind hadn't yet begun to process the situation.

"What the fuck?" She said in a rather calm yet curious tone of voice. "What the hell were you doing in the damned tubes?" She said as she looked down at the man, tossing the ball against his head and catching it again when it bounced back.

"Excuse--" Renakir was about to speak when he was hit squarely in the head with the ball, knocking his sunglasses to the ground. As much as he wanted to scream in pain, he just squeezed his eyes shut and began to blindly feel around for his sungalsses. Oh Tenakruvek, not a-fucking-gain, he thought. Renakir managed to pull his body out from the tubes, but was now just crawling around on his hands and knees looking like a fucking idiot. He was just trying not to accidentally crush them under his knees or hands. "Gah, my fumking eyes!" He grimaced as he grinded his teeth together, a low growl coming from the back of his throat. This was the last thing he needed that day!

"Bit to the left buddy." She said with a small chuckle, not doing anything to help him and simply standing there as she watched him. "Why do you wear those things anyways? It's not that bright in here."

Renakir felt around to the left and she was right! His fingers wrapped around the middle of the glasses and he put them back on his face. He could finally open his eyes again and things were back to normal save for a couple of fingerprints he got on the lenses. It was a small price to pay for vision. He stood up and tugged on the hem of his jacket to straight it out. "My species is nocturnal, we are cave dwellers as well, any bit of light is painful for me," He sighed as he had to explain to yet another person why he wore his sunglasses. He got a look at the girl and noticed she was not much shorter than he was and had long blond hair. Fascinating. "And why are you walking around hitting people with balls? You're lucky I'm from a warrior race, some species have very thin skin."

"It's a tennis ball. If you're a little quick on your feet, you should be able to catch it. Besides, you scared me." She said with a shrug of her shoulders, looking at the man. He didn't scare her in the slightest, but she had to make it somewhat believable. "And for a warrior race, you really are weak. A simple slap on the cheek and you're blind."

Renakir sighed once again, this girl was going to give him hell no matter what he said. "I was also caught off guard. I was not expecting someone to throw a ball at me as I was ending my shift," He explained, crossing his arms and giving her a very disappointed frown. He was not having it today, not today Shinzon. "Like I said, we are a nocturnal race. And I am also Romulan, but clearly that means nothing to you," He gestured ambiguously to himself and shook his head. "What is a kid doing in the middle habitat corridor anyway? I take it you're someone's kid?"

"I'm 18, thank you very much. And yes, I am someone's kid. And that someone lives on this station. I mean, aren't you someone's kid as well technically speaking?" She asked as she raised her eyebrow, crossing her arms and looking at the Romulan. Oh yes, she was going to bring every circle of hell to this man.

And hell it was. This is why Renakir was glad he wasn't in a rush to make children. Not that Romulan children would be nearly as bad as-- whatever race this girl was. Human? But her eyes suggested Betazoid, mixed probably. He huffed and ran his fingers through his hair. "You know exactly what I meant and 18 is young in Vulcanoid terms," He told her, unamused and frustrated but his voice was surprisingly calm. "You still didn't answer my question, what are you doing here? On your way back from the holodeck or something?"

"I'm walking here. Well, I was walking here. Now I'm just standing and chatting with you." She said with a smile as she moved the ball elegantly through her fingers. She was enjoying this way more than she should, but then again, it's always fun to see a Romulan get irritated.

"Alright alright, what's your name by the way? Civilians aren't on the roster," Renakir asked casually, refusing to let this girl make him any angrier. He decided to try the friendly approach, no anger. It were times like this he was very thankful that he had picked up the teachings of Surak. If this was pre-Vulcan Renakir he probably would have gone off of him with a thousand generations of Reman rage. Maybe.

"I'm Jasmine. Pleasure to meet you." She said with a small smile, leaning against the wall with her side as she looked at the man before her, raising her eyebrow a little before she spoke again. "And who might you be then, man of the tubes and mysteries?"

"Jolan tru, Jasmine," He begrudgingly gave her the most apathetic Romulan greeting he had ever given. He sighed and used his fingers to fluff up his hair, shaking some dust he had gathered from the tubes in the process. "Man of tubes and mysteries?" Renakir laughed when she said it, pointy teeth showing for the briefest of moments before he covered his mouth. "Lieutenant Junior Grade Renakir, Transporter operator. I wouldn't say I am very mysterious. I'm quite open and honest despite what my fellow countrymen say. No secrets here," He said, opening his palms and then crossing his arms again. "And who's your guardian on the station here?" He asked, assuming at least one of her parents or family members worked on the station.

"Ohhhhh, you're Renakir. Huh, thought you'd be shorter to be honest." She said as she tapped her chin for a moment, a thinking look on her face. "My mom told me about you, so I know about the whole denture thingy. It's not a big deal."

Renakir actually face palmed when Jasmine mentioned his teeth. What, did-- Oh Tenakruvek, Shinzon, help me now, he though, silently grinding his teeth. "Your mum? And how does your mum know?"Alright who was this girl and how did she know so much about him? "And I'm Reman, we're tall."

"She spoke to you when you got her our new couch? Georgia Hill? She lives right over there down the hall?" She said with a chuckle as she raised her eyebrow even more. "Your tooth made a scratch on the cup, remember?"

A dark green blush crept across Renakir's cheeks when the girl mentioned the cup. Not only did she have to openly talk about one of his many insecurities, but she had to mention the cup thing too? Honestly he just wanted to melt into a grey puddle right then and there from the sheer embarrassment of it all. "I know Georgia Hill," He kept his calm persona, but on the inside he longed to join Tenakruvek in the Halls of Erebus. "She is a nice woman, I do feel bad about the cup."

"Well, that's my mother." She said with a laugh. "Oh, and don't worry about the cup. It's fine, really. We don't even notice it." She said with a warm smile as she sensed his embarrassment, crossing her arms as she leaned on the wall.

"Then that makes you part Betazoid," Oh to top things off she was a telepath. Great. Despite being from a race that did possess telepathy in some members, Renakir shared the Romulan view on the subject and it only made him more paranoid. He began rubbing the tips of his floppy ears out of sheer nervousness. He hated how paranoid he was all the time, living his life like a game of Among Us was not the way to go. "I really should go back to my quarters and change, it's right here," He pointed to the door with the names TORRE'VNAU and 'T'LAUK' written on the plaque beside it.

"Yeah, I'm part Betazoid." She said with a shrug as she got off the wall and looked at the man before her with a small smile. "Well, don't let me stand in your way. I'm not some guard dog."

"Until we meet again, Jasmine," He took a step towards his quarters, the two sliding doors opening. "Jolan tru," He said before going inside, looking forward to being free of pesky teenagers for the day.

She walked down the corridor as soon as the lift doors opened. She was trying not to ooh and ahh at the Federation architecture, but it was really cool.

“We definitely will have to settle this in the pool!” She went down the corridor with Austin. “My quarters are over there.”

As they walked into her quarters Austin was deeply anticipating how she decorated the room. You could tell a lot about a person by how they choose to decorate and Austin wanted to see truely how much she had changed.

He would be utterly disappointed, because Ava had not gotten around to decorating the place. Oops. “Come in,” she said, opening the door for both of them.

Austin tediously walked down the corridor, meticulously making sure to leave a message in each chat he walked through as they made their way into the lift.

So did Ava. She had a bit of a skip to her steps as she followed Austin to the lifts.

She walked down the corridor towards the lifts.

Merrily she went back to her quarters.

Mika went to her quarters.

With the guitar in one hand and the PADD in the other, Namika strolled to the lifts.

How come Namika seemed to be the only person frequenting these corridors? She went, once again, to the lifts. Bruh.

Because all the ensigns were in the other corridor. Except, for some reason, not Eshen, Allan wondered about that for a moment but didn't put his two brain cells to work on that as he simply went to the other's quarters.

Down the corridor this redheaded enby went, tying their hair up in a loose bun as they walked.

Out of breath and disheveled, Comet was swerving through the corridor until they arrived at #deleted-channel.

He walked briskly down the corridor.

Walking down the corridor, much swifter than usual.

It was quieter out here than usual, the Trill immediately noticed upon leaving his quarters. The decks of the rings that housed quarters seemed to be as much as a meeting place as the utility ring was. It must have been quieter now with a number of people heading off on shore leave - at least it meant there were fewer people to navigate around on the way to the turbolift.

Standing in the corridor, he was unsure in which direction to head. All he knew was that Renakir wasn’t there and Alizati wouldn’t want to see him and going back to his lonely, empty quarters felt dreadful. His mind suggested the mess hall, but that felt too big a place, and besides, the tears had killed all his appetite. And so, he went towards the lift.

As Rigel stepped out with P'Nelar still in his arms, she looked up and down the ring. "Well, it's a full circle, so I guess...pick a direction and start walking?" She suggested.

“Uhhh- left?” He shrugged- and then started walking left. “I feel so underprepared, sorry-“

"It's your quarters, you don't even have to take me inside," P'Nelar pointed out. "Don't apologize, you're new to the station, anyways." She said with her characteristic bright smile.

“And miss out on those famous federation regulation couches? Never!” He laughed as he continued walking.

"You're going to sleep on the couch?" P'Nelar exclaimed, sounding mildly concerned. She had a hunch that they were getting close.

“We’re going to sleep on the couch!” He corrected, a goofy grin on his face. “The bed would be weird since we’ve known eachother a few hours and, don’t get me wrong I’d take phaser fire for you gorgeous, but Yknow boundaries and all that- and couches! Couches are comfy!”

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"O-oh," P'Nelar nodded as if this was entirely normal and not at all surprising. She was being kidnapped for cuddles, of course this happened. His words gave her s much serotonin,,,she felt her cheeks heat p slightly.

“So uh- we getting close?” He looked around expectantly, trying to somehow read the auras of the rooms, as if he could even do that-

"Looks like it, yeah!" P'Nelar shook herself mentally. "Looks like...that door might say Hel'jin? I can't quite tell," She said, pointing at #deleted-channel.

Assumably sometime after her snooze with Rigel, P'Nelar walked down the corridor and to the lifts. It was time for a Stare at the Stars™️.

"I have heard that, actually. Which makes it even more interesting, because when the Ferengi invented a similar but more complicated game we most certainly did not do it to demonstrate the ills of capitalism," Mo said, walking out of #turbolift-two with Mika.

“Hah, yeah, I can imagine,” responded Mika. “What’s that one rule of acquisition? ‘Secretly everyone is a Ferengi’ or something like that? I suppose it holds true for humanity and monopoly.” She strolled down the corridor next to Mo, leading the way to her quarters. “Humans were more than just invested in capitalism for many years; but finally it was what destroyed earth. Together with the war. The two are interlaced, as many things are. Who knows, maybe the devastation and disaster was necessary? To make humanity realise its mistakes. Not to be too anti-capitalistic towards a semi-Ferengi, it’s not like capitalism alone was the reason for world war three. But.. you know.” Wow, deep shit. Mika stopped next to a door. “This is me,” she said and manually opened the door for both of them. “And Konstantin. But he’s not around too much.”

"No," Mo said, very firmly, "Death and destruction on such a scale is never necessary." The closest thing to justified violence he knew of was the Bajoran Resistance. World War Three was not that. He waited for her to go in first.

She threw him a glance that was halfway between interested and admiring. “Hm,” she said and maybe it was a hum of agreement or maybe a hum of consideration. She entered #deleted-channel.

Ava left Mika’s quarters, where she’d been for a quick visit (and for stealing an avocado which she had eaten up by now) and now she was headed towards the lifts!

Nalas walked down the corridor.

After getting help from that friendly, nicely dressed Vorta, T’Rama finally found herself in the right corridor. She walked the length of the corridor with measured steps, reading the names on the doors. She soon found the one she was looking for: T’Lauk. T’Rama took a moment to Surak all emotion out of her expression and the she rang the doorbell.

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Renakir walked to his quarters.

He walked down the corridor.

Nalas walked down the corridor.

Dagis stepped out of the turbolift into the corridor and headed down until she came across the right door.

Elias stepped out into the corridor, hanging back to walk next to Quinn, and glancing at the quarters they passed until they found theirs and Quinn's

Quinn followed along down the corridor until they both came across their quarters.

[D] Here he was, the infamous interceptor himself. Lun had spent most of his time doing paperwork and trying to stay out of everyone's way. There were tons of visitors to the station every day, surely no one would notice him or Kianarix. Whilst Lun was there on business, Kianarix was just tagging along. He had planned to just leave the Reman boy on the Starbase, but it was almost time for his weekly sleep and he didn't want to do that alone. Dressed in a standard Romulan Republic uniform, Lun walked around the corridor looking for where his Reman boyfriend could have gone.

Exiting the elevator she adjusted her uniform, her previous interactions with fellow Romulans has been... indifferent to say at the least. There was a reason to why she kept a pocket knife inside of her sleeve, copper wiring kept it in place. She would never underestimate the uses of copper wire, it was like a toxic relationship. You use it to your leisure and put it away before you get into trouble. Her gaze lingered up to the Republican, that uniform certainly did attract a lot of attention. Classical Romulan green, how curious they were here out of all places though it wasn't her place to judge. Replaying her previous interactions in her head most people on the station were sensitive that's for certain, there wasn't even knifes on the table to begin her interrogations. Pity, she thought as she continued down the corridor.

Lun was busy trying to look for his lost half-Reman boyfriend when he spotted another Romulan walking down the corridor. Not to be one of those Romulans, but if anyone would be sympathetic to his cause it would be her. "Excuse me, jolan tru," Lun greeted her with the standard Rihannsu greeting. Lun had fluffy blue hair, plump green lips, and what appeared to be a very strong smokey green eyeshadow. He looked noticebly different from everyone else, it wasn't every day a Romulan in Republic uniform walked through the halls. "May I ask a question?" He kept stabbing distance apart, very well aware that his countrymen were dangerous. Lun appeared more Vulcan than Romulan, especially with his long fringe covering his forehead ridges. The way he spoke also sounded much more Vulcan, straight monotone with an emotionless face to go with it.

She was taken aback at the greeting but inclined her head in confrontation before halting a few steps from them. "Jolan tru, you may ask." She returned the greeting as her hands came to clasp with one another infront of her. Reframing from making any threatening gestures, one Republican to another after all.

"I am looking for someone, he is half Romulan with green hair," He began to speak, dark eyes staring at the woman. He blinked rapidly for a couple seconds, partially to try and settle the shaking of his eyes when he stared, but also there was something odd about this person. Something off, like they had met before. "I am Lun tr'Kota, interceptor from the Republic, I am visiting here," Lun was quite fond of Romulan 3d chess even if he deemed it illogical. After all he became a lawyer, which was just a constant game of 3d chess. In this situation he was hoping giving away his original house name would shed some light on who this person was. Lun had married into the Rylov family, but he would rather present himself as the son to a destitute former Tal Shiar family than the hell he married into.

An eyebrow arched at the question, they had to be more specific. Her hazel gaze starred back on their own accord, there would be no challenge here but felt obliged to stand her ground. Petty wasn't it? Perhaps. Her posture remained nonthreatening but her intrusive thoughts were far from peaceful as she inclined her head, oftenly as a way to indicate she was interested or curious. "Greetings, you have travelled somewhat far to find them. May I ask their name, I can locate them by using the computer for you." How she wished she had someone like that to find her, oh well they're dead. Probably for the best anyway she couldn't imagine any of her family approving of Starfleet. They may have just shot just whilst she stood if she announced such thing, shaking the possibility of the thought she accessed a console on the nearby wall.

"His name is Kianarix Tr'Rylov, he was on the transport with me here," Lun told her as he stood right beside the console. Surprisingly he was quite close, Vulcan distance apart, but certainly stabbing distance. Strange that Lun was very much Romulan, but he clearly acted more Vulcan. No emotion, blank stare, although he did seem to embody the Romulan overconfidene. "And may I ask your name?" His eyes narrowed as he was sure he had seen her somewhere.

She typed the name into the console in locating them. Must be a family relative from the name, she gave no indication that she was uncomftable with the proximity as the question came out of nowhere. When the location of said person was revealed she stepped back to allow the visitor to review the information themselves. "My name is Merikh-Sovatha Verlith." She addressed herself towards them, she embodied the Romulan demeanour but was expressive much like a human and somewhere in between the genetics gave her a more Vulcan appearance. As for her wonderful name, a colourful combination of both her inheritance even if the human name had literally meant death...

Lun purposefully took a step closer to Merikh, now even a bit too close for Vulcan distance. If he wanted to stab her he totally could, not that he would, Lun had no weapons on him as was policy on the station. He couldn't even hurt a fly. "Sovatha," He repeated her Romulan back, dark eyes staring straight at her. His eyes bared striking resembalance to a certain android engineer's. Same colour and even the way they vibrated ever so subtly was the same. "You were a part of the secret police," A shot in the dark, Sovatha was not exactly a common name, but however she responded would be in his favour. If she was, he found a former colleague. If she was not, he would certainly get her opinion on the now defunct Empire.

Alarms went off in her head, they were stepping in dangerous territory now though having to reframe from any hasty actions her eye's flashed an unspoken warning. "Of sorts." Was all that she gave to them, they were suspicious of which needed to proceed with caution. A friend or foe she would have to play it with delicately, their conversation drifted from the main subject of finding someone to being put on a spot but given her experience this was nothing new but it didn't mean she liked it.

"Of sorts? Now that's not really an answer is it?" Lun crossed his arms, but kept his expression and tone neutral only raising it slightly at the end of his question. Was she scared? Worried? Lun was all too familiar with this reaction whenever he met former agents. Most of them expressed regret about their service to the Empire. Not because of their crimes, but because they lost. Was this woman the same? "May I be nosy and say it's quite rare to see a former soldier of the Empire in Starfleet?" Lun's voice was slightly deeper than Alizati's, but the two had the same cadence and tone, even their hair colour was the same. A dyed blue colour, was it just coincidence?

Diverting this conversation would have been a better approach but considering the Republicsn uniform not to mention now that the Empire is virtually underground there wasn't much to gain from keeping it a secret but such information was dangerous under any circumstance. "I did what I had to do. Such topic is not oftenly discussed here as it was... sensitive to some but evidentally can't be ignored." Measuring the tone of her voice, she did not deny nor confirm but her form stiffened.

"And so did I," Lun replied, not smiling, but in his mind he was happy to confirm she was a former agent. He stepped to the side, giving Merikh some space now so if she wanted to stab him, she could, but he knew she wouldn't. He was hoping to get a more emotional response out of her, but he didn't have much longer to stay before he lost Kianarix's location. "We will surely cross paths again," Lun clasped his hands behind his back, looking very much like Alizati when he did so. "Jolan tru."

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She sauntered down the corridor to reach the turbolift, her recent commission had indeed gave a lot to meditate about but evidentally was the correct course of action. Moving past hurried crewmen eager to get to where they needed to go the doors of the turbolift shut closed giving her a minuet of peace to prepare before exiting to #cos′-office

He walked down the corridor.

Cat in tow, she searched for her room, lugging her bags behind her. She found it after a while, opening the door and walking in.

He walked down the corridor, done with work!

She strolled down the corridor, wanting to go to the environmental area.

He walked down the corridor.

03:41

With his epohh daughter at his side he walked back to the lifts.

She stepped into the corridor and walked to her room.

She walked with her, squeezing her hand. As soon as they'd reached her door she let go and stepped back with a cheeky smile. "Lunch tomorrow?" She ventured shyly. "You, me and Lorin if she wants?"

“Of course. Goodnight, Niatha.” She said, entering her room and closing the door.

She smiled and turned around, bound for the turbolift. What a night.

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Renakir stepped off the lift and headed down the corridor with Kali-fal Madeleine in his arms.

Out of her room she stepped, and made her way to the lifts.

Renakir walked down the corridor, totally forgetting to check behind him as the soft sound of hoofs followed the Reman-Romulan officer.

Voris went to the turbolift, stepping in. He gave the corridors one look before the doors closed.

Allan walked down from his quarters to the turbolift, doing a once-over of the contents of his bag before continuing.

He strode down the corridor to #turbolift-two, unknowingly following Allan's invisible breadcrumb trail.

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Nalas walked down the corridor.

Mirrim walked down the corridor to her room.

He walked down the corridor with Kali-fal on a leash beside him.

Bailey in tow, she walked to the turbolift.

His cane kept tapping as he walked quickly to the turbolift. The guy just wanted to make a good impression.

Allan went down the corridor to go to the environmental ring, PADD in his bag as always and a few extra tools to help set up the perfect shot.

Jack proudly strode down the hallways, standing proud as his fiery (and frankly very poofy) red bangs lightly bounced with each stride as determined green eyes focused on the way ahead.

He walked down the corridor.

Nalas skipped down the corridor, excited for work!

She quickly stepped out of the turbolift and moved down the corridor. "The computer never mentioned that he was ictal, but knowing him he probably is. The low GCS and SPO2 points to it... He should honestly just move into the medical bay at this point... I'm too old to be running down corridors all the time."

Quinn followed Vialara down the corridor and listened to what she had to say, processing the information provided. "He has a history of this?" They questioned as various officers moved out of the two's way.

"If you're not familiar with Lieutenant Giles then you probably should get to reading his file, you'll be seeing a lot of him in sickbay." She said with a gentle smirk "Now come on, let's go save his life again." She rushed up to his door, and punched in her medical override.

Quinn, despite not understanding the smirk the CMO gave, simply followed her into Jericho's quarters.

Allan made his way down the corridor, on the way to the turbolifts.

They walked to the turbolift.

Jack took his walk of shame to the turbolift, eyes wide with terror as several mental images ran through his mind.

Renakir walked down the corridor, off to the lifts!

Renakir walked to his quarters.

T'she walked towards the turbolift.

The bomb in this section was placed at the end of the corridor right beside the last door. It was the same style as the previous bombs, it needed to be disabledand then removed from the wall.

She quickly rushed over, noticing the bomb as it came within her sight. It wasn’t long before she had her tools out again, and worked on disabling the third bomb. She could only hope it was as easy as the other two.

The bomb was disabled just like the others, beeping softly right before it powered down.

She pist-pumped the air, a look of relief on her face. She felt slightly stupid she underestimated herself, bur happy she could do it. She could even be proud for a bit.

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The bomb sas still stuck to the wall so it needed to be cut out once again, carefully, if Jamie chose to do so, but it was successfully disarmed.

Jayrehi didn’t, so she just left a notice. She quickly checked her PADD on any new info, as she walked away.

T'she walked towards their quarters, rubbing their tired shoulders in the process.

Nalas walked briskly down the corridor.

For a moment, he forgot how to breathe. It hitched, turning into a shuddering gasp, one that Saren, under normal circumstances, would be so embarrassed about. But in that moment, his brain refused to work - only able to focus on the gentle caress against his blushing cheek, on the words Eshen said to him, the double meaning not lost to the stunned Romulan; that last sentence especially, ought to keep his treacherous mind up all night. Bless and curse his inability to keep his damn mouth shut. “Good,” he finally replied when they were outside of the turbolift, the half-Vulcan once again leading their way. Saren let his thumb glide across his skin, acutely aware that Eshen could probably feel the echoes of what he was feeling - an absolute fucking rollercoaster, with some… unexpected new turns. “Good. I'm glad that we’re on the same page, then...”

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Eshen said little else, walking along with Saren, copying his thumb-motion, feeling what he was feeling. He glanced back and saw that Saren was blushing, which was... Very cute, honestly. Soon they were both standing outside #deleted-channel , and Eshen prompted Saren to open the door with his voice, and, after he presumably did that, together they both stepped into Saren and Bright's shared quarters.

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She walked to the lifts.

Alizati was honestly a little worried about the numberous exchange officers on the base. Not that he didn't think they could do their jobs, but because of the culture shock. He and the rest of the Starfleet crew were all fortunate enough to have exposure to alien cultures by being in Starfleet but exchange officers didn't necessarily have that shared experience. He walked down the corridor, slowly, keeping a comfortable distance away from S'Teo out of respect. "I see. Well, you are invited to attend the winter ball and mingle with the rest of the crew. Do not worry, it will be safe, if that is a concern," Alizati wasn't exactly sure what kind of situation S'Teo was coming from in the Republic, but he knew Romulans were overly paranoid abour everything. "Now do you have any further questions? Your quarters are right down this corridor," Alizati asked, still being polite with his soft Vulcan speech.

S'Teo would follow him, keeping the usual distance to any other person. There might be a culture shock coming for S'Teo but thankfully it hasnt arrived his mind yet. For the romulan, there were many concerns about this station and the souls including. "For now i think it is a good idea to get to know more of the crew before attending any events. Safety shouldnt be a huge concern for me. If i have to defend myself i think i have the power to do so. Thank you for your help in finding my quarter, Alizati. I hope we will see again soon."

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Syrax stepped out, immediately taking a look around the corridor - curiosity, or cautiousness? Probably the former, in his case. The Romulan turned, looking at Renakir up and down: "Lead the way, then. I don't wanna, uh, go snooping around, you know?" he said half-jokingly, yet some part of that joke was true - this was not Rapture, not his ship, and he was on the quarters level where, realistically, Sy had nothing to do in. No wonder the man felt slightly uncomfortable - that, and the impending doom of meeting his thought-to-be-dead cousin. Yeah, no, he felt downright restless.

"I got you," Renakir said in a very terran style as he stepped forward and headed down the corridor towards #deleted-channel . It was on the opposite end of the corridor from his own quarters. Not that far but he did wish he was closer to his dearest dinam. As he walked, Kali-fal followed. The tiny epohh waddled with her fluffy butt and tail swaying from side to side as she followed her father and her new friend. Full of fresh baguette, she was energetic and excited for whatever was to come. Little did she know it was.... Oh no. Renakir was also quite nervous, resorting to rubbing the backs of his hands in a sort of self-soothing motion. Black fingernails gently grazed the surface of his grey skin, stepping cautiously as if the ground could collapse at any moment. Once they reached the door, Renakir chimed the bell and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing.

[D] The doors swooshed open, revealing Saren - who, judging by the attire and the combed hair, was caught right in the middle of his preparations for the ball. Both Morvars immediately froze up upon seeing each other, Saren's gaze fixated slightly upwards, while Sy stared down, eyes equally wide. Both of them seemingly forgot that Renakir was also right there, in the middle of the intense Romulan staredown. Saren, for one, felt like his heart was about to leap out of his throat and take a hike down the corridor. There was something... so uncanny about staring into a face of a stranger whose eye's were so achingly familiar. It sounded like a horror premise, really - but the dark, indiscernible color and the foxish squint... they were so unmistakably his mother's, Saren had nothing else to do but believe. He noticed his mouth moving, eyes running up and down - this guy also had a thousand things on his mind but zero words to say. Saren let go of the doorframe - one that he didn't notice that he was gripping like his life depended upon it - and prepared himself for the inevitable mention of...

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"Holy shit, your glare is just as mean as Arinn's," Syrax half-whispered, voice fond. Huh?.. "Yeah, I believe it now. Hey there, fellow Morvar." Green eyes blinked at him, perplexed, disbelief and gratitude mixing into something complex on Saren's face. Syrax grinned, feeling the incredibly tense, stormy atmosphere slowly dissipate, the tight, unpleasant knot in his chest slowly unwinding itself. He took a step back, letting Saren leave the doorframe to stand with them in the corridor. "So, um. Yeah. Hi, I'm your uncle's son, your mother's my aunt and stuff," he explained awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck - a slow, rhythmic motion that helped quell the leftovers of his anxiety. "So, uh. Yeah. Cousins. I don't-- I don't know what else to say really, I have learned about your existence, like, ten minutes ago, so..." Dark eyes darted sideways to look at Renakir, as Sy pointed his thumb at the half-Reman: "Thanks to him, by the way. He was the one who told me about you, after learnin' my House name and such. Ah, fuck, this all 's so awkward, but I can't really help it! Holy shit, you're alive!" So the past, what, eight or ten years Sy has been believing a lie? Cool! Totally not fucked up, at all. But for now, that thought was thwarted away - maybe he will mull over it later, let it sour his mood after the ball, after he leaves the station. Now they didn't matter.

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Renakir stood beside Sy, now with Kali-fal and his basket in his arms. He had picked her up just so if some Rumblr business went down, him and his daughter could quickly escape. He glanced at his dinam first, light silver eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses looked at the younger man as he tensed up. Oh this meeting was probably so awkward for Saren-- and Sy. All of this whilst Renakir was man standing emoji + an epohh and basket of French bread. His eyes then went to Syrax when he spoke. The two couldn't have been more different.., or alike. Same same, but different. He couldn't quite put a finger on it. Each pause in Syrax's words made the metaphorical knives looming over them slowly inch closer to their heads. That's what it felt like at least. They mullet Morvar's words sent chill's up his spine and he wasn't even related to either of them! Maybe him and Saren did have a telepathic bond? Or he was just too good at reading the air. "Yea uhhh... Syrax here is friends with my brother Rai. Two Morvars, both friends with Torre'vnaus. It's quite the coincidence especially when both our families never had any connection to each other," Renakir said, completely oblivious to anything about his brother's life. "I am glad I could reunite you two. I... I'm sorry you had to find out this way, dinam."

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He wholly expected Sy to become just another person who would "kindly" remind him about who Saren was and who he resembled - but... none of that came. And maybe it was just an illusion of a damn good first impression, but he did want to hope for the best - and the fact that the man (who was also tall as shit, Saren by no means was a short person himself, but damn), looked at him with open excitement and, maybe, even kindness, only solidified the belief that... yeah. Yeah, perhaps this could work out. "I know about you," he nodded slightly. "Mom talked about her brother and you. She was... sad, and worried, when she lost contact with your side. Feared the worst." He turned his head to look at Renakir, amused: "You make it sound like you came to tell me that someone died, not that you accidentally ran into a long lost relative of mine. Is Rai here too? Perhaps we will run into each other at some point. And... thank you, dinam. For this."

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"She did?.." he probably sounded sappy as fuck, but he didn't really care. He felt sappy as fuck! "Wait, um-- can we, uh, call her?.. At some point?.. Actually no, I am scared as shit of that idea, it's too soon and I'll probably spook her, too. Maybe you could give me her contact so I could do it myself at some point?.. Aughh, I was not prepared for this..." Oh, right. The ball. The thing they came here for, actually. Shit, he would need to run back to Rapture to get ready - and if he wanted to do it in time, he would have to go now. "It's probably better if I go get ready for the evening? Then we can meet and talk," he offered, pointing with both of his hands to the side, where the turbolift was located, dark eyes glancing at Saren, then Renakir, then Saren again. "Holy hell do we have a lot to talk about, that is not how I planned to spend this day. Which is a good thing! It's just... woah."

Renakir listened to the Morvar cousins speak, amused by the sheer shock of both men. He could sense they had a lot of similarities and maybe even, could become friends? Sy was kind even if he was a little ridiculous (with his mullet and mannerisms), but he knew his dinam had a heart of latinum and wanted to connect with his long lost relative. "Yeah, Rai is here too but uh, I think he had an accident so I need to check on him," Renakir said awkwardly, remembering the very troubling message his brother had sent him. He needed to ask a fellow OPS officer to check the lakes and ponds statue, Renakir feared his brother broke it or did something stupid like try to... He didn't know, lick it? Seemed very on brand for him. "I gotta drop Kali-fal off and then get to the ball too. Umm.. I am glad to have helped you two and no worries, dinam," Renakir gave saren a soft smile as he bowed his head and then shuffled down the corridor with Kali-fal still in his arms. He was going to get her ready for her little day care and then head off to the ball!

After Renakir left, the two talked a bit more - Saren pulled out a map and pointed out the command corridor, where the two Morvars would meet up when they got ready. After an awkward goodbye (because really, how do you not make it awkward, saying goodbye to your relative that you will meet again in 20 minutes?), Saren went back into his quarters, meanwhile Sy started his any% speedrun towards Rapture and back.

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T'she walked towards their room, completely exhausted.

It was a familiar NCO who walked through the circular corridors of the habitat ring, having headed up here from the junior quarters. He was a familiar face to most - seen around almost every day - but today as he did every Christmas, he had made an addition to his Ops uniform. He had put on one of those Christmas hats meant to be for Santa's helpers: green with the pointy red section at the bottom. With it tucked behind his ears it meant he didn't need the elf ears sewn on: his own were already pointy. At a steady pace he walked along the corridor with a hover-sled piled high with parcels just ahead of him. Every few paces he gave it a nudge with his boot to keep it moving forward. Here and there he stopped, chiming doors and, if there was no answer, using the Ops override and placing the parcel just to the side of the doorway as was protocol. Delivering the gifts from the designated Starbase Secret Santa was busy, but he enjoyed it. Starfleet were always good with the festivities! Once finished with this deck, it would be back to the turbolift and onwards to the next.

T'she walked swiftly towards the turbolifts, brushing their uniform down as they tried their hardest to keep both a straight face and their emotions in check.

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T'she walked the familiar path to their quarters.

T'she walked to the turbolifts, rolling their shoulders back as they sighed, recognising just how stressed they were most of the time.

Weyi walked towards the turbolift, keeping themself calm and collected as they went.

The engineer walked towards the turbolift, walking quietly yet rather calmly.

Clemente walked towards the turbolifts, PADD in hand.

Aoife quickly strode into the hallway making for the turbolifts.

Wheatley darted down to the turbolift, heavy footsteps echoing across the corridors as he ran.

T'she walked towards the lift, running a nervous hand through their hair. They were... worried... a deep pit in their stomach. Would they be reprimanded? Would they be demoted?

Renakir stepped out of the lift and into the corridor. With each step he took, he heard Kali-fal made a soft squeak as if adding her own little sound effects to every movement they made. He headed down towards his room, but on his way he stopped in front of one of the doors. "Lt. JG. tr'Lareth-Morvar," He read the name aloud, causing Kali-fal to make a loud yawning noise. He noticed Bright's name was not on the door. Oh... Well maybe he should have expected this after all that had happened. Renakir turned his head to look down the corridor, his room was quite a ways down. He then turned back to the door in front of him and thought about how to go about his next move. Here he was, holding his very blue daughter in his arms, dressed in full uniform with a brand new pair of sunglasses, just staring at his dinam's door. The internal debate of whether to check in on Saren or not only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like ages in his mind. Part of him was scared of upsetting the man further, but another part told him it was the right thing to do as Saren's dinam. Soon enough he found himself chiming the buzzer, half expecting no response.

The chime of the door forced him to freeze up like a startled animal, his hands still hovering over the Computer's keyboard, stuck in the middle of a sentence he was typing out for his father. Saren gave the door a side glance, before carefully stalking closer to it. Perhaps it was someone sent to check up on him - or maybe... "Who's there?.." he asked, voice hesitant. Upon learning that it was Renakir behind the metal, he fell... silent. A part of him was glad to hear a familiar voice, to see that his brother cared enough to check on him, despite what happened, what had been done. The other part of him was worried, feeling guilt, for his quiet departure from his social circle felt like betrayal - for he wasn't there for Renakir, who was also pulled into this mess. He wasn't there for others, who were witnesses to all of that. But his quarters felt like the only place with a promise of safety, for him and the station. And besides, who would want to confront him?..* "What are you... did, uh... no, *why are you here?" he asked, trying to make his tone sound as kind as possible, despite the question itself, but still hating the way his own voice sounded.

Off she went towards the turbolift.

Malcolm walked to the turbolift at a brisk pace

Renakir headed own the corridor with Kianarix.

Kianarix headed down the corridor with Renakir. He held Kali-fal in his arms, little blue epohh bouncing slightly as they walked.

His door opened, came out a man in casual attire. He made his way down the corridor and found himself a turbolift, entering it once the door slid open for him.

The door opened, the walk Rudy did was faster than his usual. He found a turbolift for himself and entered it.

[D] So, look who was fucking back from ~~the war~~ vacation, finally. Allan had been here for a bit, actually, but here he was, in the senior quarters corridor, lugging some sort of... plastic box? Down the corridor. It didn't seem to have anything in it, and was a rather translucent black color - actually, if anyone looked closer at it, it was more like several boxes all stacked inside eachother. The engineer had forgotten to put them on something with wheels, so he was sort of just... dragging them with one hand, since in the other he was carrying some sort of large plastic bag full of shit. Not like, actual shit, though, like, random shit. Halfway through the corridor though- which was conveniently just about outside his room- some random, eager tactical ensign had stopped him and asked him for nothing else but shorts. After telling them they definitely did not have to take their pants off in the fucking corridor, he'd soon enough gone into his quarters and, well, done the same thing he'd done every time he'd gotten this request: made the shorts. After handing them off and watching the ensign happily skip off towards the turbolifts, he picked up his bag and the boxes again but caught another person walking his way: holy shit, was that...? "HEY- you're - you're the guy who was snapping the pictures at the New Years' Party, right!?" Allan asked with a grin, dropping the bag and the boxes yet again and running up to the other. "Please tell me you got some shots of Renakir kissing me, I've got to have that one."

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Prior to most of this, Paco had just returned from a workout routine which he had drunkenly committed himself into, for which his present sober self both regretted and was thankful for at the same time. He was not an athlete by most means, Paco felt like shit, trembling with the post-workout shakes as he weakly took a sip of his Space Gatorade after some deep breaths. Taking up advanced self defense may not the first thing that came up to his mind as to doing with the free time he had in the day after alpha shift, but it was the best alternative compared to nose-diving into more research and possibly pulling another all-nighter. Paco began to drag himself onto the corridor as the turbolifts doors swooshed open, looking forward to spending the remainder of the day cooling down and resting in his quarters. He wasn't really paying much attention as he stepped off the turbo lift before bumping into the tactical ensign as they excitedly skipping off to the turbolift after him. When he looked over to the ensign as they left, he noticed they were wearing... the shorts. Paco didn't really think much of it as he continued on his way, maybe the Captain was beginning to have a change of heart about the matter, until he heard a particular voice. "Yeah! That's me! Give me a minute to pull it up, do you also want the video of Rennie's twerk contest as well?" Paco asked with a grin because holy shit it's the Short Shorts Man from the party!

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"Holy shiiiit, yes! Please, if you just somehow have video of that whole altercation, like- Renakir kissing me, Dion coming over and kissing me also, and the ensuing twerk contest - oh, please tell me you've got that- I'll even-" was Allan perhaps a little too excited to receive this footage? Maybe. But did he pull out a isolinear chip he always had on him for ultra-quick transfer of PADD data? Absolutely. "Here, you can just copy it all to that, it'll - be faster," he offered as he handed the chip over to Paco. He laughed and then stepped back away from the other man, gesturing for him to follow him back over to the pile of boxes and the bag he had, putting the bag inside of the top-most box so it'd be easier to just push them all the way through the door. "Other than that, though- shit, I didn't get your name, did I? Sorry, I'm - I'm Allan, and you?" He kicked the boxes through the door with his heel behind him, the boots that went up his thighs to almost meet the bottom of his shorts - but never quite so - doing their job and delivering a satisfying little swish noise as the boxes slid through the entrance.

"Say no more. I have the entire thing!" Paco said with a smile as he grabbed the isolinear chip from the engineer, inserting it into a slot on his PADD before beginning the transfer data of not only the unadulterated pay-per-view footage of Renakir's grand twerk-a-thon, but also the reels of telanobela kissing which ensued during the time. It was a very weird party, which is what Paco personally loved so much about the holidays, especially now in Starfleet. "You sure seem to attract a lot of love birds, huh?" Paco joked with a light chuckle as he finished up the quick data transfer to the chip. "I'm Paco. Paco Umali." He smiled as he handed the chip back over to him, finally mentally clicking the face behind the name told to him way back when he got stuck inside the turbolift all those months ago. "Wait. Allan Allan right? Rennie mentioned you when I was first in the station - Didn't know that was you during the party."

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"Oh, fuck yeah, dude, you're the best," Allan grinned as Paco confirmed that he had the entire thing on VIDEO - absolutely incredible, and he would absolutely be sharing it with the other two involved. "Thank you sooo much, seriously, if you ever need anything, dude - I got you, for real," he said as he took the chip back and put it in his pocket, absolutely going to watch it when this interaction was done. "Eh, well- yes, but also- some behind the scenes knowledge, I suppose, is that Renakir and I aren't in like, love love, we're like, super best friends, you know? Thought him kissing me would be a fun and bold thing to do, and - well, you saw the outcome," he said with a smirk, "and yeah, that's me alright! It's nice to meet you, Paco, and I'm sooo glad you know Rennie already. Honestly, guy's a real star of the station, don't know where we'd be without him." Probably with a bunch of nonoperating or incredibly slow turbolifts, he'd imagine.

"Ohh that makes sense. I thought the three of you were a thing." Paco chuckled looking back at that moment as Allan dropped that tidbit of information, highly considering to just volunteer himself to document more events around the station, mostly for the fun memories of shenanigans that would occur at those events. "Honestly, if it weren't for Rennie, I would've been stuck in a turbolift for much longer on my first week. He was with me during that time, and was a big help." he said, rubbing the back of his neck as he recalled those events. "Speaking of help... I want to ask you something." Paco paused for a bit to think of how to word his question. "Rennie mentioned that you made Starfleet shorts? I was hoping to get a pair and probably ask you a couple of questions about it." he asked out of curiosity, somewhat embarrassed about bringing it up. "It would be helpful for my research."

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"Haha, nooo, well- not that kind of thing, at least, but," Allan shrugged, then his eyes widened some as Paco mentioned he was.. "Stuck in a turbolift? How'd that happen?" He said with a laugh and a head tilt. "I don't think I've ever gotten stuck in one before, but I have fallen asleep or passed out - separate things, yes - multiple times, so... dunno why that is." It hadn't happened recently, though, come to think of it, it had been like, eleven months or something since he'd fallen asleep in the turbolift and Eshen had oh-so-gently carried him back to his quarters and tucked him in to bed with a kiss. The combination of that and what Paco then asked about the Starfleet shorts also reminded him... it'd almost been a year since he'd been posted to the station. In fact, that year was coming up tomorrow, because he made the shorts machine with Risren on May 6, and that was literally just the day after he'd gotten here. Shit. He sort of stared blankly at Paco for a moment, not even quite looking at him but a little past him, his vision unfocused - before coming back to reality and nodding. "Yeah, that's me! Totally, if you uh, have some uniform pants on hand I can just run 'em through, otherwise you can put your specifications in the replicator in my quarters, but either way.." he opened the door to #deleted-channel , which would reveal a main quarters full of boxes and items in a state of disarray across the room, "totally can do that for ya. What's your research about?"

Vara'l exited his quarters with his adoptive son in tow as he acompanied them to the turbolift. It wasn't that long from the turbo lift to where the school was, from what his adoptive son had informed him so they'd agreed with eachother that it'd be there they'd part ways. The duo entered the turbolift as they held hands. It hadn't taken a genius to work out that that was something that the lad had needed, a hand to hold, so a hand to hold Vara'l provided. Telim's hand squeezed gently as they stepped onto the turbolift as the liberated Borg smiled down at the very obviously anxious kid. "You'll feel a mite better once you're there, Telim, speaking from experience." He'd informed the lad as they disappeared into the lift.

Varal and Telim entered tbe corridor from the turbolift and proceeded toward their quarters. Once they arrived at the door to their quarters, the duo entered.

A little while later after the duo had been in their quarters for a while, Vara'l proceeded out of the quarters. The Liberated borg, his son left safe in their quarters, headed to the turbo lift. He intended to head for the sports hall and to that end departed for the Turbolift.

Valerie exited her quarters, and slowly walked down along the corridor, until she stopped in front of one of the turbolifts. She waited for one of them to be available, and stepped in.

Vara'l entered the senior crew quarters and proceeded to his quarters. Telim would already be there by now he reckoned. So making tea for his son and then introducing his head to a pillow called.

Vara'l proceeded out of his quarters after some time to recover from the nightmare he'd been through. With Telim gaming and safe and himself reasonably calm or as calm as one could be after...that, he'd resolved to head to a green space. Somewhere to calm down. This being in this case, the communal garden he had been told about previously.

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With his destination firmly set within his mind, the Romulan proceeded out and to the turbolift.

Vara'l stepped into the senior crew quarters corridor and proceeded toward his own quarters.

Being hugged as he moved, Vara'l headed down a corridor and proceeded to the turbo lift.

Stepping off the lift, Nokkul made is way down the corridor to his quarters, excited to see where would be his home for the foreseeable future.

To the turbolift he went.

After he'd met with his roommate, Rakim prowled out of his quarters as he headed off to clock in for his first shift.

[D] Nokkul, carrying what was likely too many stacked boxes, carefully walked down the corridor, desperately hoping he didn’t bump into anything or anyone, knowing full well with the boxes in front of his face, he couldn’t see anything except the ever looming ceiling.

[D] Starting off his duties that 'morning' (it felt like morning to him), Renakir headed to the senior quarters corridor to help another officer with moving. As always he wore his uniform standard along with his sunglasses that were noticeably a little more transparent than usual. Tiravurik was experimenting with new technology that would allow the device to filter out light without obscuring Renakir's eyes as much as the opaque black did. There was still a light grey tint, but Renakir's light silver eyes were clearly visible. As soon as he stepped off of the turbolift he headed down the corridor to see a very tall Orion carrying boxes. That was probably his man, he thought as he approached the other. "Jolan tru, I think you are the one I am to be helping move? I see you have a lot of boxes, I can get some site to site transport for you so you don't have to carry anything," Renakir suggested as he put both his hands on the middle box to try to steady the stack.

Having heard the telltale signs of someone approaching rathering than seeing, Nokkul slowed his pace, giving the individual enough time to catch up, before stopping altogether and setting the boxes on the ground so he could actually look at the person when they spoke. When he caught sight of the individual, he was pleasantly surprised to see that it was a familiar face, having seen the man during the winter party all those months ago. In usual Nokkul fashion, he gave Renakir a blinding smile, before letting out a relieved exhale. “Oh really? That would be great! I have…a lot more stuff than I had thought I did!” He said with a chuckle, eying the boxes with a slight grimace. “I was…not looking forward to carrying all of it by hand!”

"It's alright," When Renakir saw Nokkul's face that's when he recognised him from the party months ago. He may not have caught the name on the request, but he certainly remembred the face. With a steady hand, Renakir grabbed the boxes from the top part of the stack and placed them on the ground against the wall. "Do you have anything else in your old room by the way? If so I can transport these boxes first and then we can go to your old room," Renakir explained as he took his PADD out from his pocket to pull up Nokkul's room switch request so he knew where he was going to be transporting the boxes.

“Nope, nothing else left in there! I may have underestimated just how much stuff I’ve been carrying around with me from posting to posting, and somehow thought I’d be able to get it all in one load! Silly me!” He rambled, nervously running a hand along the back of his neck, unable to meet the eyes of the kind OPS officer in his embarrassment. “I really appreciate the help! I can’t believe I didn’t think to request a site-to-site transport for all of this!” He said with a slight grin, shaking his head at his own forgetfulness. Truthfully, he had been in a mad dash to get everything moved, overexcited at the prospect of living so close to Sakkath.

"Ah okay, I can transport all this stuff. Can we get it all pushed against this wall? I need clear coordinates or else we could end up beaming something not your stuff," Renakir told Nokkul with a light chuckle before realising what he said could have also implied beaming one of them but the transporter was set to only transport non sentient items. "That's fine, that's why I'm here. What makes you so excited about this move? You know Lieutenant Morgan?" Renakir began to key in coordinates to get all the boxes transported. He found it odd that Nokkul had just transferred and was already looking to switch roommates. Not that such a thing was unheard of, but he assumed Nokkul had a specific reason.

He chuckled along with Renakir and nodded, before unceremoniously hefting the boxes against the wall, before turning and throwing the OPS officer a cheeky grin and a thumbs up. “Yeah, I don’t think my new roommate would appreciate a chunk of wall randomly beamed into our quarters!” He said with another light chuckle, shaking his head. At Renakir’s question, Nokkul instantly clammed up, a dark emerald blush instantly forming on his cheeks and neck, and looked down at his boots with a barely contained bashful smile, his mind immediately on what Sakkath would have done in this situation, and how amused they would be at his current reaction. Once he had summoned the courage to actually look back up enough to make eye contact, his blush ran even deeper, his voice coming out with a much thicker version of his already deep, slightly twangy Rihannsu. “Well, I’ve actually never met my new roommate, I’m actually moving because…because I wanted to be closer to my Conspirator.” He said, head snapping down to look at his feet so his wide, love-sick smile wasn’t so obvious. “I recently got promoted, and found myself with an opportunity to live closer to them…I took it as quick as I could.” He said, finally letting out a slight chuckle, finding even his own reaction ridiculous, though understandable, he really was just a besotted puppy.

Renakir worked on beaming the boxes to his new room, which meant double checking the coordinates and the amount of things he was to beam. This also kept his focus on the boxes and not the blush on the Orion's face. What did take his attention away was the long pause that followed his question and that's when he noticed the blush which told him this was certainly about a romantic partner. When the other finally spoke up he confirmed Renakir's theory that it was a partner, although he did not expect to hear the word 'conspirator' from a non-Romulan. Even if Nokkul was raised Romulan, the term still took him by surprise. "Oh, congratulations on your promotion and living close to your conspirator," Renakir said right before transporting the very last box to the lieutenant's new quarters. "Who is that if I may ask?" He could tell that Nokkul was quite passionate about his relationship and it wasn't like Renakir had to be anywhere immediately, they could chat a little. With the last box sent to Nokkul's new quarters, Renakir gestured for the Orion to follow him towards his new quarters so they could go in and unpack.

After everything had been transported, Nokkul happily followed along with Renakir, making sure to take smaller strides as to not overtake the smaller officer. With a beaming grin, he turned to the other officer, subtly excited for a chance to talk about not only his conspirator, but also with someone who understood the contexts and realities of a relationship like his and the culture he was brought up in. “Thank you so much Sir! I am not too proud to admit that I am very excited about this move, and this promotion. I will admit that all of this change as of late is…a lot, but its quite enjoyable! How’s the influx of all these new officers been for you? I bet you’ve been quite busy!” He asked, having imagined that OPS must be running practically ragged at this point with the duties that go along with taking in so many new officers. With a wide, dimpled grin, along with a slight flush on his neck, he looked off for a moment, his mind on his conspirator for a moment. “Their name is Sakkath! They’re also an OPS officer! I’m sure you’ll meet them at some point, they’re kind of hard to miss!”

"It hasn't really been too busy, we do have a lot of OPS officers," Renakir said as he walked calmly towards #lt-jg-morgan﹢lt-jg-raaze . He didn't seem to mind that the Orion was so much taller than him, after all his own brother was pretty similar to height. "I have been quite busy working the turbolifts, I will admit they've been breaking more often, probably due to the increase in traffic," He said as they got closer to the door. The automatic doors opened with a swoosh when Renakir approached, letting the two of them in. "Sakkath? I am not familiar with the name, but I suppose if they are also OPS there is a chance we will cross paths," Little did Renakir know, if things had gone differently perhaps him and Sakkath would have been siblings. "I am glad you are happy with them and will be closer. I know I like living in the senior crew quarters deck because a lot of my friends live here," Renakir said, smiling ever so slightly at that. He didn't visit his friends often, but knowing they were only a short walk away made him feel less alone. "I live with my brother now, Rai. He was Rapture's CO, he calls me Solait but yea that's me, we're brothers but ten years apart so we never had much in common growing up," Renakir's smile grew a little wider when he mentioned Rai, his beloved older brother-- which reminded him. "By the way, just out of curiosity, do you know how Rai got the bruise on his face?"

Nokkul nodded along as Renakir spoke, following along to his new quarters. "Oh I bet! They probably get crazy busy sometimes! I know since I've been on-board that there's been a couple occasions where there's been way too many in them at one time!" He said with a chuckle remembering being crammed in with so many people all around him, something that being raised Romulan tended to make him really nervous. He entered the quarters after Renakir, quirking an eyebrow at hearing that he was brothers with his former CO. "Wow what a small world! It's an honor to meet my former Captain's family! He always talked fondly about you!" He said with a grin. "I am not sure! It appeared after our former ship's encounter with the U.S.S. Kon-Tiki, perhaps it's some skin related injury?"

Rai quickly made his way down the corridor, trying not to bump into people, but it was difficult when he was covering the left side of his face.

Rai headed down the corridor.

Allan headed down the corridor, glad to be out of the turbolift he never ever took (clearly, for a reason), and down over to #co-tr’torre’vnau﹢lt-tr’torre’vnau .

Snakebyte stepped out of the turbolift, again, remaining silent and keeping his head low, before heading directly to #lt-jg-grayson﹢lt-jg-horowitz.

Rakim headed out of his quarters and after he commented as he had,proceeded toward the nearest turbolift in search of something to do.

The tribbles were here too, taking up the whole end of the corridor, multiplying and cooing softly.

With this sight now firmly burned into his mind, the El-Aurian backed up slightly and coughed. "Computer, how many tribble are aboard station?"

"1,771,561 On this deck."

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After a moment in which he allowed that number to hang in the air as he watched the tribbles and processed what he'd just been told,Rakim softly groaned. "Just on this deck?" He murmured "Goddess's truth." As he took several half strode steps back from the tribble pile. "Computer, with available sensor data, can you project rate of tribble population expansion on this deck?"

15:53

Rakim,as he asked that,then half reached for his com badge as he mulled what exactly to do. It wasnt like he'd encountered this many tribbles in the past century, wasnt a every day occurrence there was a how to solve book on.

15:54

As he watched, he tapped out a chat room message and then asked. "Computer,what's the current alert status?"

"The average reproduction rate for tribbles is ten per 12 hours, the rate of multiplication is ten times higher than average. The station is currently on yellow alert."

"Computer,based on current assessment of reproduction rate, am I in any danger at present?" Rakim then asked as he mentally worked through his options and backed up as he looked for other officers to flag down. His intent at the time being to alert them to the situation too if they werent already aware.

16:00

After he'd asked that the El-Aurian the decided it was probably best to alert Security, the initial incredulity that had muddled his senses having cleared. He tapped his combadge. "Lieutenant commander Rakim to security, there appears to be a large number of tribbles entering the senior quarters level via at least one turbolift"

"Danger is relative."

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Rakim suppressed an annoyed groan at that and mentally kicked himself. He'd walked right into that one "To clarify,how long until the mass of tribbles in my vicinity is sufficient to merit movement to avoid injury.?"

"Estimate uncertain, multiplication rate rising."

Rakim started to back up slightly and resorted to the good old Mark one eyeball as he attempted to eyeball the distance. Rakim, as he attempted this, tried to roughly guess how much time he had.

Ace burst out of his room- which was a good move because after his door was closed, the Tribbles soon overtook it. He would’ve been trapped inside if he had waited any longer. He dashed over to Rakim. “Hi, Commander, uh, the turbolift’s blocked. So we need to get to the nearest Jeffries tubes hatch. Which is good because it’s right over there. Just hope there’s no Tribbles in it too.” He pointed to a nearby hatch.

Rakim nodded once at that in agreement before he proceeded to say "Sounds good, shall we start making our way over there?" As he started in that direction. As he moved the Lieutenant commander then calmly looked up and asked. "Computer, using scans of the deck, are tribbles present at all turbolifts?"

16:25

As he asked this,Rakim arrived at the panel in question and allowed himself to kneel as he started to open it.

“Doesn’t matter if they’re in all the turbolifts, the tubes are our best bet. Once we get in, we crawl to the Medical bay. There’s no Tribbles in there yet. Collect our heads and think of a plan.” He helped open the panel and was the first to crawl inside. He was internally thanking himself for extensively studying 777’s layout because he knew exactly where to go to get to the Medical bay. “Follow me.”