Lieutenant JG Charlotte Brexis - Keep Talking, You Don't Sound Insane At All
Charlotte Brexis
((USS Constitution-B, Captain’s Ready Room))
Meeting her new Captain had already taken a completely different route than she expected. Right off the bat she was confused by the plush, colorful type office. But she steadied herself and continued on.
Brexis: Uh, hi. ::Clearing her throat:: I am Lieutenant Junior Grade Charlotte Brexis. Your new Intelligence Officer.
Rajel: ::stepping forward she reached out a hand and smiled as she approached the woman:: Hi nice to meet you, Charlotte. Please call me Jalana.
It took everything in her to keep her face neutral and to stop her eyebrows from climbing up her forehead.
Brexis: Wait… What? ::With genuine confusion:: You want me to address you how?
Rajel: ::laughing:: Jalana. It’s my name you know?
It was a trap. It had to be a trap.
Brexis: So is Rajel. Which is usually followed by ‘Captain’. ::holding her hands up in confusion:: Since you are… The Captain.
Rajel: ::waved slightly:: Way too formal. I mean it doesn’t stop some of the crew to still do it, but I prefer if you wouldn’t. Please sit, would you like something to drink? ::She gestured at the replicator:: feel free to serve yourself.
Charlotte watched as the relaxed Trill woman made herself comfortable in a beanbag char, tucking her legs underneath her. That was when Charlotte noticed the uniform boots sitting off to the side.
There was no way it wasn’t some kind of trap. Knowing the second she was to relax, that’s when Jalana would flip the script and tell her she was unprofessional. At least, that’s what would have happened were she still on her previous posting.
Brexis: ::Straightening herself out and folding her hands behind her back:: Right. Jalana it is then.
She winced. Expecting the worst…
Rajel: I hope you had a pleasant flight to this far out part of the Galaxy. Usually we would welcome you on Starbase 104 further south, but we took some damage and we need repaired.
Brexis: ::Nodding firmly:: Thank you. Tucker station doesn’t seem so bad. I’m sure I will see 104 at some point.
Rajel: So how about you tell me something about you I can’t read in your file? I like to get to know my crew beyond what Starfleet squeezed out of you.
Jalana grinned and took a sip of her tea. That was it. The moment that Charlotte felt something in her chest loosen. Maybe this all wasn’t some kind of trap afterall.
Brexis: ::Blurting out before fully thinking:: I like flowers.
Rajel: Response
Charlotte nodded as she sighed at herself.
Brexis: Uh, yes. Flowers. My mother used to curate rare Betazoid hybrids when I was a child. ::Relaxing a bit more:: And as I am sure you will discover at some point on leave, that almost every surface of my skin under this uniform is tattooed with flowers.
Rajel: Response
Bit by bit, Charlotte’s tension eased and a comfort crept up on her. She moved over to one of the ottomans and lowered herself but still kept her posture tight.
Brexis: Other than flowers… ::Shrugging a bit:: I like explosions. ::beat:: Controlled explosions. ::Another beat:: Where no one gets hurt.
Rajel: Response
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Lieutenant JG Charlotte Brexis
Intelligence Officer