MSNPC Cikron Tram Primary Warden ~ As subtle as a brick to the face.
Roxanna Dorion
The woman in front of him was a bit of an enigma. Sadness colored the edges of her aura, but constantly at war with the bold determination and survival instinct vying for dominance. She had certainly seen and felt a lot of conflicting things in a short amount of time. Her subconscious was at war with itself.
Something Cikron was intimately familiar with. Perhaps this ill-timed visit from the Khitomer would not be so terrible. Not if the Lieutenant was of a similar nature. How long had that truly been? A chance to exchange ideas with an intelligent being who wasn't attempting to remake the universe in their narrowed vision.
Still, he tread cautiously. Never one to show his hand a moment before he was ready. It had saved his life many a time before.
Tram: ::steepling his hands:: I am afraid you may have given me far more credit than I deserve...I am a humble warden. My expertise has been containment, for the last several months.
Curious. Cikron could sense the Captain and...that smallish Ensign with the most intriguing turns of phrase. They were waiting, for what, he was unsure. But, he pretended to be ignorant of their presence, for the time.
He glanced pointedly at Ayemet, before a sliver of disappointment speared through his previous assessment. Empathic senses were shared by many beings, however they paled in comparison to the gifts from the Great Fire bestowed on the Betazoid. Alas, to be in the presence of lesser beings. His ever present burden.
((OOC ~ Again, Tram is a jerk. Everyone is lovely.))
A.Dewitt: :arching an eyebrow: Oh I doubt that Mr Tram. If anything I think you haven’t been given enough credit: pause: but I respect your reluctance to divulge what must be important and meaningful work to you. However if sharing my experiences would be helpful I am happy to oblige. You’re primarily a doctor or a scientist?
A loaded question, at best.
Tram: I am a physician, yes. Or, rather I was. Before the Dominion occupation. Now my talents have been more....research based. Although if I am being truthful, scientific exploration and experimentation have always been my true passions.
Words like "Reckless" and "Borderline unethical" came unbidden in his memory. His colleagues lacked vision. And imagination.
A.Dewitt: I am something of a scientist myself and yet find myself a ship’s Counselor to a crew that neither wants nor needs one. The Sheliak tried to take even that away from me. I need to know they won’t be able to again.
Again, fascination colored his senses. An enigma indeed.
Tram: Fascinating beings...the Sheliak. Physically so different, series of folds and mucus secretion...their brains, held within the loop structure. Such capacity for processing vast amounts of information...coldly efficient, given my...focused research, I determined each loop seems to be able to operate independently from the others. ::his head tilted in thought:: How curious they seemed to have the same idea when it came to your captivity....
Cikron could see the blossoming understanding weaving its threads between the two beings, it was then the Captain had decided to attempt nonchalance. It was a pathetic display.
A.Dewitt: :trying to hide her exasperation: Captain, Lieutenant, what a surprise to see you here. Mr Tram and I were having a very stimulating conversation.
How interesting this was...the Lieutenant was caught off guard, and was that a hint of exasperation? Had she been caged metaphorically by an overbearing leader? For a moment, he wondered how that could be used to his benefit. Nothing immediately came to mind, but he certainly was filing that tidbit aside for later.
Shayne: Yes, very informative. Thank you. However, we found a number of small issues, some structural, some electrical. Nothing to worry about- it’s bound to happen when we’re dealing with temperature variations this extreme- but I’ve ordered a small team of engineers to beam down to effect certain repairs.
Was that supposed to embarrass or shame him? It did not.
Tram: How kind. It seems Tompkins has been lacking in his duties. I shall make note of this.
A.Dewitt: I am so sorry for the interruption Mr Tram. Our Captain likes to make sure that all boxes are ticked.
A genuine smile, one so small one might think Cirkon had tasted something tart before seeing the fractional upward tip of his lips.
Tram: What are we without our boxes to be checked?
Now that was how one was nonchalant. Perhaps the Captain would adjust his technique.
A.Dewitt: Captain this really is excellent wine. You should try a glass.
A slight twitch of his brow was the only outward acknowledgement he allowed at the slight of calling the precious liquid as...."Wine". Once again, he was touched with a pang of loss at the lacking sophistication of those non-Betazoids. She could have only insulted him more had she called it "Hooch".
Banishing the irritation, he looked pointedly at the Captain.
Tram: I see that the Vulcan has completed his tour. The lovely Lieutenant and I were exchanging a few shared observations.
A.Dewitt: Mr Tram is being far too modest. I was about to share my experience at the lab with him.
Shayne: Response
The spike of curiosity emanating from the single PIP was intriguing. If he remembered, the uniform color indicated another scientific mind. Perhaps he could be of use.
Matthews: You were?
The man outwardly looked calm enough, but he could sense the excited thirst for knowledge plain as if he was one of those small, shaking canine beasts Terran's were so fond of. This one better be house trained...the crushed velvet of the upholstered rescued chair was worth more than whatever damage report stipended would cover.
Tram: Does this surprise you Ensign...?
Shayne: Response
A.Dewitt: Mr Tram as you can see time is an issue for our Captain. I really am very eager to see if we can correlate our experiences . Is there any compromise that might be acceptable to you?
The Lieutenant was attempting to handle the Captain. Unexpected. The unassuming man in red didn't seem to need an emotional hand holding, which made him wonder if there had been an event that had led to this little dynamic. Did his crew often feel as if they were having to explain their motives? Perhaps there was more to this Lieutenant than his first impression had indicated.
He fought the strong urge to eyeroll. The way the Ensign was projecting, he couldn't be more subtle with a megaphone and colored flags. Still, he could already tell from the stiff posture, and uneasy aura, the Captain had a certain prejudice against those of his kind. Probably recognizing his vastly inferior genetic make up. It wouldn't serve him to bring attention to it. Not yet, at least.
Tram: Is there something in particular I can assist you gentlemen with? I am eager to return to my conversation with the Lieutenant, I fear I am woefully overqualified to handle electrical concerns. If you need I can summon Tompkins, he would be more than happy to assist with any incessantly mundane inquiry you could possibly entertain.
Shayne/Tram/A.Dewitt: Response
The sooner they completed this...inspection, as it were, he could return to his purpose. With so little to have to wake for, he was determined to hold onto what he had for as long as he had it.
Tram: My duties are more overseeing the residents of the facility.
Here, he would need to be careful. He was apathetic, at best when it came to the care of the inmates. Solid life signs were more than acceptable. But it was the damn unfathomability of these biological inhabitants were entirely immune to him. At first, it was refreshing. Until it became unsettling.
Flashes of consciousness, more a ghost of a feeling, nothing concrete and absolutely impossible to hold for more than a few moments. He had tried prolonged concentration, pharmaceutical aids, environmental variances...yet nothing. He would not be defeated by these inferior silicone based monstrosities. Because, that is what they were.
Shayne/Tram/A.Dewitt: Response
Tram: The communication is...simplistic. The Sheliak speak in a bastardized version of Federation standard. Beyond basic life care, I am not in the business of playing dutiful host. Previous attempts at motive have stalled. It seems they view us as nothing more than an inconvenient infestation requiring cleansing as they expand on their empire. Rather straightforward and simplistic. A similar sentiment held by the Changelings.
Shayne/Tram/A.Dewitt: Response
TAG/TBC
MSNPC Cikron Tram Primary Warden
Detention Facility 03949 "The Crack"
Alpha Trionus II
As simmed by
Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0