Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Do you or do you not feel Bonita?

[Roxanna Dorion]

((Aft Compartment, Shuttlecraft 4, departing Khitomer))

For a moment, Talia stood in reflection of her career at Starfleet. Her very first mission, she was assigned to the USS Constitution, and due to an unfortunate misunderstanding with the Syndicate, they had to go undercover and go rescue their Commodore. Her first day as an official Ensign was spent cosmetically altering her new crewmates. It felt a lifetime ago. 

Until....it circled back to this very moment, where one of her best friends was standing in front of her, radiating discomfort, while she eyed his physiology deciding what was the least invasive cosmetic alterations to change the appearance of his gender. 

By the Gods she loved her job. 

Ohnari: Hmm...I'm thinking with your height, just a slight adjustment to your chest....::tilting her head:: Wow Ras, You have unfairly symmetrical bone structure. You are going to be stunning. 

Her fingers started tapping for temporary prosthetics that would be modest, and not cause any back pain. A minor alteration with a dermo-regenerator would make it appear natural, and not hastily glued on. It was taking a lot to not snicker. A few minor facial alterations to soften the angles, a wig to complete the disguise and he'd be ready. 

El'Heem: Response 

They were going to be meeting with an alien species, which as far as she was aware, hadn't encountered the Federation before. It felt a little dishonest, but there was no way she was risking Ras and Richard's lives. Besides, what was masking a few XY chromosomes in the name of diplomacy?

Semara: Lera was right.  They want a pathogen scan when we come aboard.  It ain't gonna be enough to just dress 'em up, and five minutes ain't enough time for anythin' more extensive.  I'm tryin' to find somethin' in the database that'll defeat tricorders and biobed scans...  :: Beat, hand stilling. :: Like this...

Well that would be a complication. 

Ohnari: But...are their systems going to even know the difference between Kressari male and female? What are the chances we need to do more than cosmetic camouflage..?

What started as a hilarious plan (to her) now seemed a little dangerous. 

El'Heem Response 

Semara: I can see it's a box, and that it can only spoof what's inside!  :: A long pause, studying Ras, mischievous smile getting bigger the longer she looks :: I know.  We ain't gotta fake that much anatomy.  Just the parts that need to look female.  The black ops database is pretty big, I bet if I search for... :: Trailing off and working the computer again.  :: Heavens, who would need that!?  Nevermind...  : Searching. :: Yup, there we go.  Talia, can I get the, uh... dimensions for the uh... concealment zones?

When this was all over, she and Amelia were going to have a serious talk about what exactly her job had become....although she realized Amelia wouldn't be able to tell her anything beyond "Classified". 

So now she was left to take demensions of her friend's...area. Which, was decidedly hilarious. Awkward, but hilarious. 

Ohnari: What, you didn't get a clear enough metric from the sauna? ::she winked and dropped to her knees in front of the Kressari, sobering as she glanced up:: We're both medical professionals. Or you were. Don't make this weirder than it is. ::tricorder aloft, measurements taken:: Readings coming at you now Amelia. ::standing back up:: Alright Ras, shirt off. We've got a few things to put on your chest. 

El'Heem: Response

While Amelia was radiating mischief off in the corner, Talia was finalizing the design for the temporary ta-tas, resisting the urge to add some jewelry for funsies. She actually did want Ras to speak to her again after this. With a final push of "confirm", and a few whirs, they had a lovely pair of perky disguises.

She really, really loved her job.

Semara: :: A tilted smile. :: You'll need to put these on. :: Grinning bigger. :: Think of it as helpin' you with your method actin'.  I'll give you two a moment a' privacy.  I'll find some makeup, unless you need help with somethin' else, Doc?

Amelia stood holding a pair of lacy underthings. Taking them for a moment, she was actually decidedly impressed with the concealment tech woven through the seams. Pausing, she suddenly became very wary of Amelia's new powers....and silently thanked the Gods she was on the woman's good side...for now, as she passed them on to Ras. 

She didn't have more than a moment to digest this before pink seemed to color the light around them. Was it a sign? No. Through the swirls of pink she could see a spire of a ship. They were running out of time. Jokes needed to cease and changes needed to be made. And fast. 

Ohnari: Alright Ras arms out, we're going to attach the prosthetics, and then on go the magic spy underwear. Amelia? We need hair and uniform replication. He's going to need a little more room up top...

As she spoke, she held a prosthetic breast up agaisn't the Kressari's pectoral. One hand held steady while the other ran the dermo along the edges, slowly grafting the material via a cellulose based adhesive that would camouflage right along his actual skin. Once finished, she moved to the other with swift, deft hands. 

Semara: Response 

Who knew a chance stop at a Syndicate scrap shop on the very first mission would inspire her passion for prosthetics...and end up in a shuttle, in a mad dash attempting conceal Ras, and present Ras...ha. Rasha. Taking a step back, she admired her handiwork for a moment. 

Ohnari: And tada!! ::beaming, with a jazz hand flourish:: You wanna do a quick jump and test out the bonding material? ::leaning forward:: Maybe a little shake? ::catching the color his eyes were currently displaying, she straightened and cleared her throat.:: Um..or not. I'm sure it's fine...Now hold still; I'm going to inject some bio-gel that will help soften your angular features. It will dissolve within twelve hours of injection. 

Two quick hypo-injections, a controlled swipe with the dermo—left, then right—and the puffiness of the injected material molded to his actual bone structure, giving the illusion of a softer, more feminine face. 

Reaching back, she accepted the wig, a few more swipes bonded the material well. She yanked a few sections testing the bond, not allowing herself to think that from the outside, it appeared she was pulling a topless woman's hair. An extremely tall topless woman. 

Ohnari: ::snorting:: This is so not what I pictured doing today...

El'Heem/Semara: Response 

It seemed they were approaching out of time, Lera's calling back seemed only to confirm. 

Michaels: Amelia. Talia. Ras. You are going to want to see this.

Ohnari: Go on, Amelia. We'll finish up and join in a moment. 

El'Heem/Semara: Response 

While Amelia discussed what Michaels and Torado had visuals of, she flitted around Ras like a gender-bending fairy godmother. 

Ohnari: ::pointing to the uniform and concealment garment in his arms:: Time to complete the ensemble, ::grinning wickedly:: Rasha. 

El'Heem: Response 

Tag/TBC

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Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0