Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav: Help
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Andrew B
Feb 21, 2026, 3:42:59 PM (5 days ago) Feb 21
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((Azetbur, Captain's Yacht Docking Station, Deck 14, USS Gorkon))
Two engineers were fixing a heating issue on the Azetbur. Well, less a heating issue than a cooling issue as proven by Vylaa’s singed digits. So now she knelt on the deck while Doz worked, answering the humans questions about Andorian marriage practices.
Honestly, she was surprised it had taken her this long to ask...
zh’Tisav: Wait a minute, don’t humans do the same thing? You remarry after a mate dies, yes?
Finch: We can, and we do, at times. Not always caused by a person’s passing, either. Sometimes it's because there's been a shrinkage in love, or some sort of disconnect between hearts.
zh’Tisav: Disconnect… That’s just unthinkable on Andoria.
Finch: Just how latent is this telepathy of yours, Vylaa? I realise it’s not something we’ve ever had an in depth discussion about. Or if we have, then I’ve hit my head against a pipe again and forgotten.
zh’Tisav: I can control it enough to block other peoples thoughts, but actively trying to communicate, or being around people who are, causes headaches. ::She rubbed the spot where her right antenna met her forehead.:: Right here.
Finch: Maybe it’s an inherited trait?
zh’Tisav: I don’t know if it’s genetic or a lack of practice. Sataa and Thyssa are the same way.
She flexed her hand. The ointment Doz had given her seemed to be working; it hurt far less now and seemed more her regular blue.
zh’Tisav: It’s one of those things you can’t learn through books, and L’Uvan didn’t have enough of an Aenar or hybrid population for regular exposure back then. And going to Grandshreya’s city was a bit like being dropped into a pit of rabid targ: too much too fast.
Finch: It’s no wonder you became an engineer! Better the rattle of an old screw than the ramble of a thousand minds.
Was that why? As a child it had been simple: she wanted to be like her thavan. Her charan as well but she’ always taken more after Tineth. She’d had an idealized notion to serve the Federation and see the galaxy. Later had come understanding, that it wasn’t so cut and dry, that wars still existed. And then, when her parents had expressly forbade her, it had turned into a burning desire to rebel and prove herself the writer of her own story.
But now? Maybe deep down it had just been a means to escape.
Finch: I know someone who uses his telepathy to help others. Or knew someone, I suppose. Might know him again. ::She pulled a bemused expression.:: Don’t ask, It’s a bit complicated. But it has me wondering whether you can find someone to help you navigate yours. Another Aenar?
zh’Tisav: Not likely in Starfleet. They rarely leave the Northern Wastes. The fact that we thought them extinct for so long is proof of that. I’ve only known of one actually, Jhyrazhao, but she’s been gone a while now. My cousin visited Palanon when we were on leave some time ago, but she’s returned to her zabathus.
Although, if there was anyone she could lure out from the ice tunnels, it was Athy...
Finch: Response
The zhen’s hand didn’t hurt nearly as much anymore, and she was feeling bad that Doz had been doing all of the work.
zh’Tisav: My hand’s much better now, how can I help?
Finch: Response
Two engineers were fixing a heating issue on the Azetbur. Well, less a heating issue than a cooling issue as proven by Vylaa’s singed digits. So now she knelt on the deck while Doz worked, answering the humans questions about Andorian marriage practices.
Honestly, she was surprised it had taken her this long to ask...
zh’Tisav: Wait a minute, don’t humans do the same thing? You remarry after a mate dies, yes?
Finch: We can, and we do, at times. Not always caused by a person’s passing, either. Sometimes it's because there's been a shrinkage in love, or some sort of disconnect between hearts.
zh’Tisav: Disconnect… That’s just unthinkable on Andoria.
Finch: Just how latent is this telepathy of yours, Vylaa? I realise it’s not something we’ve ever had an in depth discussion about. Or if we have, then I’ve hit my head against a pipe again and forgotten.
zh’Tisav: I can control it enough to block other peoples thoughts, but actively trying to communicate, or being around people who are, causes headaches. ::She rubbed the spot where her right antenna met her forehead.:: Right here.
Finch: Maybe it’s an inherited trait?
zh’Tisav: I don’t know if it’s genetic or a lack of practice. Sataa and Thyssa are the same way.
She flexed her hand. The ointment Doz had given her seemed to be working; it hurt far less now and seemed more her regular blue.
zh’Tisav: It’s one of those things you can’t learn through books, and L’Uvan didn’t have enough of an Aenar or hybrid population for regular exposure back then. And going to Grandshreya’s city was a bit like being dropped into a pit of rabid targ: too much too fast.
Finch: It’s no wonder you became an engineer! Better the rattle of an old screw than the ramble of a thousand minds.
Was that why? As a child it had been simple: she wanted to be like her thavan. Her charan as well but she’ always taken more after Tineth. She’d had an idealized notion to serve the Federation and see the galaxy. Later had come understanding, that it wasn’t so cut and dry, that wars still existed. And then, when her parents had expressly forbade her, it had turned into a burning desire to rebel and prove herself the writer of her own story.
But now? Maybe deep down it had just been a means to escape.
Finch: I know someone who uses his telepathy to help others. Or knew someone, I suppose. Might know him again. ::She pulled a bemused expression.:: Don’t ask, It’s a bit complicated. But it has me wondering whether you can find someone to help you navigate yours. Another Aenar?
zh’Tisav: Not likely in Starfleet. They rarely leave the Northern Wastes. The fact that we thought them extinct for so long is proof of that. I’ve only known of one actually, Jhyrazhao, but she’s been gone a while now. My cousin visited Palanon when we were on leave some time ago, but she’s returned to her zabathus.
Although, if there was anyone she could lure out from the ice tunnels, it was Athy...
Finch: Response
The zhen’s hand didn’t hurt nearly as much anymore, and she was feeling bad that Doz had been doing all of the work.
zh’Tisav: My hand’s much better now, how can I help?
Finch: Response
Lt Vylaa zh'Tisav
Engineering Specialist
USS Gorkon
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