PNPC "Queen" - Markings of an Empath?
Jess
(( OPS Department ))
Despite having been on board for a little while now, Queen still
drew attention especially among newer crew members but she was
either used to it or didn't notice. Sometimes a bit of both. Her
skin was almost snow white with a hint of pink, in stark contrast
to the colorful rainbow mohawk haircut standing high in the air
and shaved sides of the sides of her head. That was all coupled
with that on earth would be called a punk style with tartan skirt,
half torn band T-shirt, ripped fishnets and combat boots and
topped with lots and lots of chains, safety pins, studs and
leather bands as accessories. But one of the things that seemed to
unsettle a few people was that they couldn't see her eyes behind
pitch black steampunk-ish goggles.
It wasn't that she was trying to hide something but they were
necessary for her to not go blind. While on the outside she may
look like just another pale human that lacked skin pigmentation,
she was the first Linaran that was seen outside of all covering
floor long robes and without protection even the artificial light
would be harmful. It also meant she would have to back to sick bay
soon to refresh her skin protection.
The doors to the OPS department parted and allowed her entry to
step towards a welcome area. According to the computer she would
receive answers here. Spotting a woman behind the desk she thudded
with jingling chain entourage towards her.
Queen: Do you assign quarters to the crew?
Scarrow: That... is one of my assigned duties, you are correct.
Queen: I have been informed that spouses are able to claim family
sized quarters. Is that correct?
Scarrow: Yes.
Queen: ::nodding:: Then I wish to claim one.
Scarrow: Of course. It may take some time however. I'd very much
like to assign you accommodation's that are still in one piece.
May I take your name miss..?
Queen: I am Queen. ::She said in a tone as if it was unthinkable
that someone would not know.:: I am bonded to Chief Science
Officer Lazarus Davis. Currently we live in his old quarters and
wish to expand.
Scarrow: I apologise, I have not been a part of this crew for very
long and still need to acquaint myself with many. My given name is
Alara, Alara Scarrow. Would you prefer Saucer or Stardrive?
Queen was not quite sure why the woman apologized, but simply
nodded. Maybe she chould ask Lazarus later on humanoid exculpation
habits.
Queen: Alara, Alara Scarrow. ::She nodded and thought for a
moment. If she remembered correctly most science facilities were
on the Saucer section, it would be good if Lazarus didn't have it
too far to work.:: Saucer section.
Scarrow: Thank you Miss Queen. A moment and I'll see what I can
find for you.
The Linaran nodded and looked around the room. Even though she had
been here for a while it was still weird to her that things were
all so clean. Not only the private quarters, but everything.
Bright and shiny and ... clean.
Scarrow: So, how is Lieutenant Davis?
Queen: Alive. ::Something that came almost automatic from the
former Gas Miner, among her colleagues there it meant a lot.:: Are
you asking about something specific?
Scarrow: I only meant how is he doing after the mission? I sensed
it may have taken a toll on him. We served together on the away
team and there were... complications. A man died.
Queen's face fell. Well not really on the outside because her face
was as expressionless as a rock at least for non Linarans. The way
she tilted her head was - among her people - a sign of surprise
and distress. Someone had died? Was that why he was so strange
since the return?
Queen: You must be close to sense that.
Scarrow: Apologies, that was not my place. I only meant.. I should
explain, I'm Al-Leyan. Some of us have latent psychic abilities, I
happen to be mildly empathic.
Queen: Em... pathic. ::She repeated that word, tested the feel of
it.:: What does that mean?
Scarrow: Just a sense of how someone is feeling emotionally,
nothing definitive. I'm not a mind reader.
She nodded slightly. She didn't know if she had ever met a mind
reader or an empath. From the looks of it they looked like normal
people. She had bright eyes like many Linarans, without being
Linaran, but other humanoids would have bright eyes too for sure.
There was no mark she could see that would be a tell for those
abilities. So maybe she had met any or maybe she had not. She
couldn't imagine what it would be like to be able to read people's
minds or know what others felt. But then she didn't even know what
she herself felt many times, that was enough to deal with.
Queen: I understand. ::Pause:: Have you found anything in this
computer of yours?
Scarrow: Almost done. There are quarters that may be suitable for
you both however they have been damaged in the battle as was much
of that deck. It will take some time for repairs to be completed.
Queen: How long will it take?
Scarrow: response
She thought about that. It would mean more time on the couch for
Lazarus, but after that they would have new bigger quarters. It
would be worth it, wouldn't it?
Queen: That is acceptable. Will these quarters have two bedrooms?
Scarrow: response
Queen: My eyes need protection from any light source i would
prefer not to have to wear my goggles when I sleep.
Scarrow: response
Queen: Do any forms have to be filled out? Quadruple print outs? A
security deposit be made?
Scarrow: response
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PNPC Qeene "Queen"
Spouse of Lazarus Davis
simmed by
Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
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