Ensign Dasal - It's a Joke!
Eric Kole
((Security Chief’s Office., Deck 11, USS Chin’toka, Spacedock 1, Earth))
Korin happily took the tea and could immediately tell how hot it was. They glanced toward zha’s hands, wondering if zha had burned themself, but zha seemed to be conducting themself just fine. Korin blew on the tea and took a small sip, oh, it was good. A note for the replicator later.
He watched zhen and caught what he hoped was a hint of a smile; if not, he might actually be in trouble. Setting down the mug, he sat upright, then reconsidered, that might come off as rude, given how tiny zha was, so he slouched a bit instead.
Is’Kah: You don’t have to be nervous about this. I’m not going to bite you because I’m under orders never to do that again. The conversation is about work, with a hint of socializing. I prefer to get to know everyone on board, even if it’s just in passing. Do you mind telling me about yourself?
He gave a snort at the comment about biting. Oh, thank goodness, zha had a sense of humor. Almost right away, his nerves were gone, and he was glad to be joking happily with the scary, tiny security chief.
Dasal: Um-ya, that’s right. Just graduated from Med school and academy training. This is my first ship and um. I’m from Angosia III, and have an interest in genetics. Ha-don’t worry no super soldiers in mind I swear.
Is’Kah: Shame, I was wanting to make a super soldier baby. Their power? Being super cute. Then again, all babies are like that already.
Caught off guard by the second joke, he stared with his mouth slightly agape. Wait—weren’t super soldiers outlawed? Wait, power? Cute? Oh! Another joke. Gosh, his heart couldn’t take this kind of abuse. He chortled softly into his sleeve as he took a bigger drink of the tea.
Dasal: That's adorable, Chief. Also, I’m not sure all babies are. I kind of was a ugly potato according to my brother. I think that’s the right fruit, that’s a fruit right?
Is’Kah: What drew you to medicine and later genetics?
Dasal: Because genetics are fascinating! :: His whole mood seem to shift into confidence:: I am born of my parents but look at me. I am nothing like them or my brother. My hair, natural. It grows like this because of the pigment in my hair. My eyes ::pushing his hair out of the way to show two different colored eyes:: also just wanted to be different. This is natural, all of it. Just my genes wanted to do some weirdness and how is that not amazing. The very essence of a person and how it makes someone up and what it changes to make up a completely new person. It’s so fascinating and beyond well, most people could ever imagine.
He flushed as he realized he’d gone off on his passionate spiel. Shrinking back down in his seat, he held onto his cup and sipped at it. A moment passed after his sudden halt in conversation before the Lieutenant chose to break the ice again.
Is’Kah: This is a two-way conversation, Ensign. Please feel free to ask questions about the ship or me.
Dasal: Oh sorry- um yes! Conversation, I’m good at those. Hum can I bluntly ask your heritage? I’m guessing Trill but something more. Is that why you asked for this handsome Doctor of genetics because you got some weird ones too? Not that it’s weird of course!
It was more tea-in-mouth time; he wasn’t even nervous anymore. Well… he didn’t think he was, but he guessed on some level he still was. Don’t piss off the people who can bite you. He snorted a sudden laugh and tried to hide it behind his arm, buried in his sleeve again.
Is’Kah: Response
Dasal: I kind of agree, and understand. It’s a way to learn about yourself beyond what you can see. Like guts!
He smiled warmly at zhen, glad that the odd, nervous air he’d created himself was finally fading. He leaned on his arm, as he thought up some conversation.
Dasal: Is security hard? I kind of thought if I failed out of med school I would try my hand at that. I did pretty good with phasers in the one class I did take.
He was giving a joking sales pitch. It had once been his backup plan if he couldn’t get through school—but he had. Somehow, almost magically, he had.
Is’Kah: Response
Dasal: Also forgive me, but why the baby joke? I mean, I could probably make a really cute baby genetically…
He said this thoughtfully, taking it a bit too seriously as he wondered what would actually be considered cute—and where the line between genetic engineering and genetic helping would fall. Drumming his fingers on his mug he thought about it a bit, cute was in the eye of the beholder after all.
Is’Kah: Response