Ensign Morro Caras - Orion Delight
Morro Caras
((Engineer's Table, The Writers' Room, Deck 8 Saucer, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
Caras: ::practically stammering:: No need to go easy on me sir. You can go hard on me. I can take it.
S. Sherlock: Yeah I don't think they're going to do that. ::looking at the others:: We're pretty laid back.
Kovacs: ::nodding:: The hard things tend to find us versus us looking for them.
Rouiancet: Response
Caras: Pleasure to meet you Commander. er.. Captain. Er….Acting Captain. ::he shook his head a little to shake himself out of his nervous loop:: Ma’am. My hope is to not let you down. ::he turned his gaze to Lieutenant Herrick:: or you sir.
Rouiancet: Response
Herrick: You’ve won the ship lottery in my mind — state of the art and out here in the Gamma. It almost harkens back to the early days of the Federation. We’ll lean on you just like everyone else ::motioning around the table:: It’s a collective effort.
Caras nodded at this. He was excited to be this far away from “home” for his first post. He wasn’t here for the “frontier” experience but in his placement he had asked for it in hopes that his skills would be useful. He could be leaned on, he was pretty sturdy both metaphorically and literally.
Caras: Yes, well I will ::he took another nervous pause:: do my best to do so.
Rouiancet: response
Caras: oO Things are different now, you’re not with pirates anymore. These are people you can respect, that expect things from you. This woman commands a starship in Starfleet, your ship. Oo
He was starting to realize that the Captain of the Octavia E. Butler was not as strict on bearing and protocol as the Academy led him to believe all Captains in StarFleet were.
Once the captain moved on and had her attention off of him, he relaxed just a little. He usually wasn’t like this. He wasn’t smooth, but he wasn’t nervous all the time either. You don’t meet the person that holds your fate in their hands every day. Not unless you were bridge crew. He just knew he wanted to prove himself but he was unprepared with first contact with his new CO.
S. Sherlock: ::leaning towards Caras and whispering across the table:: Hey, you don't have to be nervous. You're at the cool table. ::pointing over to the Sec/Tac table:: Those are the ones you need to worry about.
Morro raised his eyebrow with the rest of the engineers and leaned in towards the other Orion.
Caras: ::slightly hushed, but still loud enough so that the table could hear:: Security? Why? Have there been problems in the recent past? Do they get deep into everyone's records?
S. Sherlock: I mean, most of them are okay. It's just the Chief of Security, she can be a real b...
Herrick: ::cutting her off with a warm warning:: Shevon!
S. Sherlock: What? She can be...sometimes.
Caras had met with a security officer when he boarded, but he didn’t hear anything about the Chief of security as he came aboard. He was familiar with cadet security officers digging into his background at the academy and giving him a hard time.It usually amounted to nothing and made the security officers look prejudiced against Orions. Morro had played it pretty safe at the academy, he wasn’t about to ruin his future opportunities for a prank or for admiration by the other cadets.
Caras looked up as they were approached by the Lieutenant who was now the official assistant chief of operations. The human chuckled at WO Sherlock’s brashness.
Nilsen: She does eat ensigns for breakfast, why do you think they don’t go out past 21:00 hours? ::Almost containing the laugh:: That’s when she’s hunting
Caras didn’t like the sound of that. He did have a skillset that might give him added scrutiny. He couldn’t think of any reason why he would use any of them at his new post, but he needed to remain vigilant. If he met the Chief he wouldn’t show fear. He knew any security officer worth their salt could smell it on him. All she would be able to smell would be the sensual orion perfume Caras wore. Clean as an Orion spring.
Herrick: ::eyeing Shevon:: Maybe it’s being your sister that does it ::grinning, and then looking to Lhandon:: And perpetually landing in precarious situations.
Sister? Caras wasn’t surprised. He had met a handful of people in the academy who joined StarFleet because of their family. Everything he needed to know he picked up with that one word. “Sister”. Shevon setting up her own sister reminded him of his own sister, constantly setting him up for surprises and talking about him behind his back. He smiled a bit at that.
Caras : ::Caras turned his tone to be a little bit more playful:: I suppose I have nothing to fear if I didn’t do anything wrong….right? ::he looked up over at the security/ops table.:: Maybe we’ll talk about that part later.
S. Sherlock : Response
Kovacs: Don’t worry, like Shevon said, most of us are good… and we got your back. ::patting the man’s shoulder::
That made Caras finally relax. Kovacs had reminded him why he was here. He wanted people to have his back, not feel like he had to watch it. This wasn’t the remnants of the Syndicate where you were a pawn in everyone else's plans. StarFleet was where everyone tried to work together for the greater good.
Kovacs: Now, let’s relax and take in the rest of the night.
Nilsen: ::tapping Kovacs on the shoulder:: You look so hot tonight cutie-bear.
Kovacs: Err…. ::blushing hard, scratching his head::
Caras was used to public displays of affection. If anything it made him feel more at ease. It was so innocent in Starfleet. They did it not for power or coercion, but for fun. He’d noticed all kinds of species that would normally be bound by the traditions and ceremonies of the cultures they came from; suddenly be free from those in a new place like StarFleet academy. Here he figured two person pairings would be pretty normal.
Kovacs: ::waving to the table with his free hand:: Ummm… see you a bit.
Caras : Have a good time now!
S. Sherlock: Response:
Caras watched them head to the dessert table. He’d have to stop by before he left, he wondered if they had any Orion dishes, though he was certain that due to their reputation they might not be there. There was a chance however….
((Fast forward to the end of the ceremony))
Rouiancet: Might I have everyone's attention again for a moment? Thank you.
The voice carried over the room speakers, and once again the room hushed. Several officers and crew held boxes and began moving to the different tables.
Rouiancet: Each of you, everyone who served during the mission to Cheyd'lang, is now receiving four ribbons -- the Maiden Voyage Ribbon, the First Contact Ribbon, the Diplomacy Ribbon, and the Joint Meritorious Unit Award -- along with stars, as appropriate. Even those officers whose service has taken them elsewhere for the time being, like Colonel Greaves, will receive these ribbons for service during the mission. Thank you, all, for making Starfleet's first contact with the Cheydalanga as successful as it could be. (beat, then a smile) Now I really am finished talking to you from up here. Please, enjoy your dinners and drinks!
Tapping off the mic, she sat back down, and the side conversations resumed.
Kovacs: ::looking at Shevon and Caras:: So, any hobbies outside of work?
Caras: I like to dance. Wherever there is public dancing I can usually be found there. Because of that I’m usually in the gym doing either gymnastics or weight lifting. Have to keep limber.
S. Sherlock: Response
Kovacs: Sounds fun! Maybe we can have a get together after one of our shifts?
Caras: Most certainly.::he paused with a sigh of relief:: Now I have to get to my new quarters or bunk, I haven't even seen them yet. I left my personal bag in the cargo bay when I arrived, then I was rushed around the ship very quickly for the tour before having to get suited up for the ceremony. I’ll see the rest of you later.
S. Sherlock: Response
Caras stood up and straightened out his dress uniform. He headed out of the Writer’s Room to try and find what deck he was on, but not before stopping by the dessert table and picking up something green.
[End scene for Caras]
((looked like the scenes are wrapping up with all the vignettes, figured I’d close my part out here))
Ensign Morro Caras
Engineering Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler
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