Ensign Jaran Jira - Like Ships In The Night

[Jira Jaran]

((Deck Five, Section Seven, Cabin Six - USS Artemis-A))

With the departure of Ensign Meris, Jira was again caught in the winds of change. Thankfully, they packed light.

They stood with one bag slung over a shoulder and the timpok-wood box containing their portable shrine under their arm and gave one last look at the space. They would miss the art on the walls, but hopefully the next occupant would appreciate it enough to leave it up. It was irreplaceable, after all.

Jaran: Time to move on. Tevan feya kost baris.

The appropriate blessing said, Jira walked out the door.

((Deck Three, Sector Twenty, Compartment Thirty - USS Artemis-A))

The doors hissed closed behind them, and Jira looked around their new quarters. It was... what they expected from Ensign Bancroft, their new roommate. It would do just fine.

It didn't take long to set their things up in the sleeping area. A couple sets of clothing and their uniforms went into the closet, some memorabilia from home went on a shelf, and a free corner became the home for The Prophets aboard the Artemis.

oO I hope Bancroft doesn't sleepwalk. I'd hate for him to find the candles that way. Oo

They were in the middle of the prayer for blessing a new home when Bancroft returned to their shared quarters. The disruption of the airflow made the heavy incense loop and whirl.

oO Good first impressions, Jira. Oo

Jaran: Doctor Bancroft. I hope you don't mind that I made myself at home. And that you're not allergic to incense.

Bancroft: Response

Jira's eyes briefly made contact with the console on the wall showing the time. 

oO Yikes. First impressions are important, but I have to get ready! Oo

Jaran: Well, I'm pretty easy to get along with. You'll barely notice I'm here. But I need to get dressed for tonight's festivities in Elysium. I'm sure you do too. We can chat more later!

Bancroft: Response

Jira nodded and walked toward the closet and relative privacy, uttering the final words of the prayer on the way. A quick change, a brush through the hair, and Jira was ready. Bancroft must have been doing his own thing because they didn't see him on the way out of the door.

((Time Passes))

((Deck Three, Sector Twenty, Compartment Thirty - USS Artemis-A))

Jira nearly crawled back into their new quarters. They were exhausted from all those people. And having to be in front of them! They admired their new awards before putting them with their other belongings, though. Jira would never say they didn't appreciate recognition. It was just a lot.

They changed into loose clothing and slid into the easy process of their evening prayer routine. This hadn't changed since they left Bajor, even a little. Just the location was different. They lit the candles and the incense, kneeled facing their small shrine, and began to pray. Jira was a traditionalist, and they followed the traditional order of things. They prayed for the safety of their family, the safety of the Kai, the prosperity of Bajor, the return of those still missing from the time of the occupation, the return of the Emissary, and finally for themself. They thanked The Prophets for their presence and rang the chime signalling the end of the sanctioned supplication.

Jira always felt like they'd just gotten out of the shower after prayer. Their new day started here, regardless of what the time was.

So of course that is when the newly-promoted Lieutenant Junior Grade Roy Bancroft returned from the celebration. Jira looked up from extinguishing the candles.

Bancroft: Response

Tags/TBC

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Ensign Jaran Jira

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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