[BACKSIM] Lieutenant JG Niev Galanis - Ticking Away the Moments
Niev Galanis
((Peace Park - Amity Outpost))
Galanis: Perhaps it’s the tea to blame. They do say nothing fills a lung’s sails like brewed Emnosian seaweed. If you’re ever interested in having some for yourself, don’t hesitate to ask. The leaves grow like… weeds, of course.
Aitas: I’d appreciate having a little on hand. I may have invited Robin over for drinks on a regular basis, so I have an excuse to experiment.
Head leaning slightly to the side, Niev realized they weren’t even sure if Robin herself had ever tried the tea. It was hard to get a read on just how much she did and didn’t know about Centauran culture… but Niev was going to have to untangle that mess of theorizing on their own time. For now, they nodded their head politely.
Galanis: Of course. I’ll prepare a parcel and send it over to your apartment the next time I have a chance. You’ll have to let me know what Commander Hopper thinks of it.
Aitas: I suspect it may wind up as a group event, but we’ll see. Would you have any interest, should the occasion arise?
That brought a few rapid blinks to Niev’s face, the Centauran somewhere between surprised and relieved they were being invited to a social event they actually understood for once. They still hadn’t figured out who exactly Oki was, nor why they’d been invited to help carry them, nor where the singing factored into all of that. Gathering together for drinks of all kinds, however, was something Centaurans were very familiar with.
Galanis: Oh… well. I suppose it couldn’t hurt.
Aitas: As for the contemplation, well, one of my closest friends is El-Aurian. He’s quite a bit older than the Federation; such encourages a slightly different perspective on time.
Galanis: It must be such a strange experience, being able to look back like that. It hasn’t even been three hundred years since the formation of the Federation. That may as well be ancient history to Humans, but there are still people alive on Velustus today who would have been around my age when it was founded.
Aitas: Response
A soft chime from inside of Niev’s uniform called attention to itself, and Niev withdrew their PADD. On the screen was a list of reminders long enough it needed to be scrolled to reveal the full breadth. With a soft sigh and a faint smile, Niev tucked it away and began to pack up their thermos.
Galanis: Sadly, though time stretches further than we can comprehend, there never seems to be enough of it. I need to get back to the SRC. I pulled what research I can find about the behavior of sea serpents on Velestus, and I wanted to see if Mister Sakon was interested before I got back to analyzing some weather anomalies on Idrustix.
Aitas: Response
Standing up and straightening their uniform, Niev looked about as awkward as they always did when they were saying goodbye in a casual context. Like they didn’t know whether to salute, wave, or bow. They settled on clearing their throat and giving another nod.
Galanis: Thank you again for your time, Miss Aitas. It was interesting, as always. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other again soon.
Aitas: Response
END SCENE for Galanis
