Ensign Miaxdiso Avoi - Splendorous Hope
Doz Finch
((Attaché's Office, Deck 3, USS Gorkon))
Avoi: Language is our principle method of communication! It’s how we convey to the people around us how we feel, what we think, what our intentions are. Through speech, written text, and *even* the very gestures we use.
The blonde Betazoid had been anxiously circling the room, swaying and swirling her manicured fingers as though she were conducting a precarious symphony with each and every word articulated. The room itself had been infused with a lavender scent, thanks to a particularly expensive incense she’d had imported from Andoria during their last visit, one known for its soothing and calming effects.
Avoi: No matter where you come from, your level of intellect or sophistication—even if you’re one of those sorry souls who lacks even a splinter of style—communication is one of the key universal mediums that threads *all of us* together.
Carpet rumbling beneath her feet, she nervously squeezed her eyelids and lips together, wrinkles threatening to besmirch her usually perfect physiognomy. It had been such a harrowing fight so far, one where she’d been thrown into the walls with such force that she’d had to take a few minutes each time to compose herself. That and to regather her very important, and pleasantly distracting, thoughts.
Avoi: The Borg! ::She said, continuing, and almost losing her breath on the word.:: They are no exception to this rule. Although they might lack…individuality…polish and poise…and Deities they really do lack it; what they *do* possess, or at least did possess in our timeline, is a refined alphanumeric code.
She exhaled loudly, and paused to fix her eyelashes. Her typical, shimmeringly turquoise pocket-mirror found its usual place in front of her oily eyes, as she did so. And her mind briefly wandered to other things…to people, to family. Her mother Meivredi was a wonderful public speaker, and a renowned Idridian patroness who, unlike Miaxdiso, seldom ever needed to rehearse or recite her lines.
She blinked her curled eyelashes into the mirror, stowed it away, and then continued with a wide and slightly forced smile.
Avoi: Oftentimes the first step to diplomacy is simply understanding one another. And I don’t see any better way of doing that than to first learn how the other communicates. It’s quite vital!
An interruption came this time in the form of another thunder poppling through the walls of the Gorkon, arriving this time alongside a bright light from the main viewport. Miax gasped and immediately ran over to it, oily eyes soaking in the sight. The cube they had been scrimmaging with was now exploding in various places, fires blazing along its hideous contours. And beside it, in careful formation, she saw something hard to believe, something...splendorous.
Non-Borg ships in bodacious formation.
Miaxdiso clapped her hands together with joyous glee, switched off the projector displaying the geometric language of the Borg, and flew out of the suite with all of the momentum of a recently fed hummingbird, and a renewed sense of hope. If ever there was a time to put her diplomacy skills to good use, then that time was most definitely now.
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Diplomatic Officer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
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Assistant Chief Engineer
USS Gorkon NCC-82293
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