P: Greaves, Alieth, Sirok - JP: Vulcan (and a Greaves) gossip - Part 3
Alieth
((Grand Ballroom - Federation Embassy in Til’ahn))
Alieth: We were doing a detailed analysis of what we had learnt or fathom regarding the present officers, in order to share valuable information about them. ::Looking intensely at the Marine:: JOPA business, so under its regulations
Greaves: Oh, count me in! I'd love to hear some of your observations! I still haven't even met half the staff.
The Vulcan woman paused for a few seconds to recapitulate those who had been discussed to that point, and to select the best way to bring Greaves into the conversation. Her native language was much more attuned to analysis and introspection, subjects for which Standard was frankly flawed.
Alieth: There are some officers that I have yet to meet:: turning to the senior officer group:: The Bolivian male who talks to the Fleet Captain, for example. He is not on the personnel roster nor do I have a reference about him.
Wes followed the women's gaze until he finally spotted the man across the ball room. Squinting, Wes could barely make out the face, but he didn't recognize the man either.
Greaves: No idea who he is. Sirok, do you recognize him?
Sirok: No Lieutenant Greaves, one can infer that he seems comfortable in the situation, but the few bolians I know usually enjoy this kind of social ritual.
Alieth: ::staring at the man :: He certainly seems to have an infatuation towards canapés. If he were under my care I would indicate the need to do some fasting and increase his vegetable consumption.
She observed how the blue-skinned man cornered a waiter and hooked a fistful of hors d'oeuvres
Alieth: :: Frowning slightly :: I need to meet the man to include that recommendation in his file
Greaves: I wonder if he'll be accompanying us on the Thor, or if he'll be staying here to finalize things with the Laudeans.
The vulcan's shoulders moved lightly in the faintest expression of a shrug. Or maybe she was just rectifying her body stance.
Sirok: Commander Teller should know, he is assigning the quarters, but I do not think this is the time to ask him about that. :: He kept looking at the guests:: Do you know Commander Brodie? He recently managed to bring two pets to the planet, but due to their size I think he'll have to leave them on Til'ahn, or move them back to their home planet.
Alieth: Bracken. ::She specified though her tone did not reveal her delight for the encounter with the horse:: An Earth beast of burden. Certainly a starship is no place for that kind of pet.
Wes tensed with the painfully embarrassing memory of meeting Commander Brodie and Captain Kells. Were it his choice, he would erase every shred of evidence the event ever happened, or at least remove it from his own brain so he didn't have to relive it.
Greaves: Yes… I do remember seeing him with that horse. I didn't realize there was more than one. Sucks to get them planet side only to then get reassigned to a starship. Luck of the draw I guess.
The Marine peered about the ballroom, looking for more familiar faces. Spotting a certain Bajoran doctor he recognized from the staff meeting earlier in the week, he spoke up.
Greaves: Doctor Quen is over there as well. I haven't met her yet either, other than seeing her across a conference room table once. What's your take on her?
Alieth: I have worked with her on several occasions since we arrived at the planet. ::The Vulcan claimed, as she gently swirled the contents of the glass she had not yet touched:: Professional and composed. She and Lieutenant Garcia seem to have a close relationship, but I have not been able to determine if they are amicable or interested in breeding.
Sirok: Now she is talking to the new head of security. :: He said, referring to Pandorn. :: In any case, I agree with doctor Alieth, I think she is a great professional and knows how to work well under pressure and adapt to new situations. In any case, I am not very aware of human or bajoran mating rituals.
Alieth: Neither do I. Perhaps you could explain your experience in this regard, Mister Greaves.
Wes still had yet to touch the scotch in his drink, as he was attempting to pace himself following his previous poor choices. With a pleasant buzz at the beginning of the party, Wes knew if he didn’t slow down he’d be slobbering on himself in short order. Finally he decided to sample the golden liquid in his glass, only to nearly choke on it after hearing Alieth’s question.
Greaves: Are you asking me to explain the differences between friendship and sexual attraction? ::Exasperation in his voice:: Aren’t you a doctor?! ::turning to Sirok:: And aren’t you an accomplished engineer!
Alieth: I am a doctor, not a sociologist.
Sirok: The biological components of the starships do not have complex social interactions, indeed, to call them social interaction would be excessive.
Greaves: Are you saying the engine doesn’t talk back Sirok? :feigned shock:
Sirok: From a poetic point of view, some would say that the diagnostic data and engine response could be called... talk.
JP Written By:
2nd Lieutenant Wes Greaves
Marine Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
E239702WG0
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Ensign Alieth
Medical Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
Author ID number: E239702A10
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Ensign Sirok
Engineering Officer
USS Thor NCC-82607
E239702S10