Lieutenant Commander Kalia Qinn - New Faces
Patrick Dennett
(OOC: After my unplanned hiatus due to work being stupid busy, I am back. I’m bringing in a new PC. I need a change up from Kiran. So here’s introducing Lieutenant Commander Kalia Qinn, Daughter of the Sixth House of Betazed. I’ll get a wiki page up for here in the next few days)
((Temporary Quarters, Lightside Station))
Kalia slowly worked on the report she owed to her previous CO. They’d rushed her out of Starbase 74 station so fast she hadn’t had time to finish the report on the power use study of the secondary lateral sensor array. She ran her finger down the screen re-reading the report to make sure she hadn’t lost anything in all of the shuffling. The report had been written across two quadrants, two runabouts, and a civilian transport ship, and now a hotel room on the freeport station in the Aavaro Wilds. That she’d been able to form coherent sentences was a miracle in its own right.
Satisfied that the report was both useful and legible, she sent it on it’s way back to the Beta Quadrant. She put the PADD down on the front right edge of the desk. She’d been assured that the room was top of the line, and that the view of the market square below was marvelous. She’d just nodded as the clerk had listed off her room’s benefits, before one of the clerks led her to the suite. The room was spacious enough, and the bed was comfortable, beyond that was beyond her ability to judge. She fiddled with a switch on the back of her gloved hands and stood up, a small chirp sounding in her ears.
Kalia had been blind from birth. Her parents had tried adaptive technologies to restore her vision but something in her visual cortex, paracortex, and, they’d later discover, her motor cortex had rejected them. She’d learned to get around using other devices. Her haptic gloves interfaced with implants in her middle ear. The gloves had proximity sensors that let her know if she was about to bump into anything. They also doubled as screen readers and allowed her to use complex form sign language to interface with a computer terminal or interface.
She’d become adept over the years of finding her way around using her devices, however it wasn’t her preferred way. She navigated around the couch and over to the replicator, she got herself a meal. She ate quickly, and put the empty dishes back into the replicator for disposal. The computer soon informed her that the Juneau had arrived in dock, which was her que to report for duty. She grabbed her bag, long since packed back up, and ran her hands over her uniform feeling for wrinkles. Satisfied that she didn’t look disheveled she left the hotel and checked out.
She walked out into the Market and she was back in her element. She was an average telepath and a slightly better empath, however she did have a unique gift. Her telepathy allowed her to access the area of people’s brains that processed and analyzed their physical location in relation to everything else, the area that handled proprioception. Her brain then used that to create a rough map of the world around her. When the ability had developed in adolescence along with the rest of her telepathy, it had opened the world up to her in a way it hadn’t been before.
She made her way through the crowd and to the docking bay and to the gangway leading to the Juneau. Showing the security officer, she assumed, her orders, she was waved onto the ship. She knew the Juneau was one of the fleet’s newer ships, but she wasn’t expecting that even the carpets still felt new under her feet.
((First Officer’s Office, Deck 2, USS Juneau))
Kalia was on the short side, slender, with lightly tanned skin and she kept her reddish brown, shoulder length hair tied back on duty. She kept herself fit, and could take care of herself in a fight, mostly due to her unique view of the world. Still she preferred her computer cores and operations databases.
Kalia arrived at her destination hoping that the First officer was in her office. She generally preferred reporting into the XO first when possible, but sometimes XO’s were very good at hiding. She rang the announcer and waited for the door to open.
T’Lea: Response
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Lieutenant Commander Kalia Qinn
Chief of Operations
USS Juneau, NX-99801
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