Lt A Dewitt- Living On A Prayer
Emma Banin
(( Deck 3, Kai Wynn Contemplation & Seclusion Space, Deep Space33))
Winn Adami was the first Kai elected after the cardassian occupation of Bajor was ended. There had been stories of her ambition circulating around Bajor ever since that fateful day. Her relationship with the Emissary had been a fragmented one to say the least. Ayemet had never really bought into the belief that Winn was just misunderstood. Political ambition often produced people who were driven by greed, for power or latinum or more qoften than not both, and Ayemet had always considered Winn Adami to be one of those people.
Still her she was in the sitting in the Kai Wynn Contemplation & Seclusion Space in a small private room a duranja before her as she sat cross legged her hands raised to the sides in prayer.
The world was still, silent , calm, a marked contrast to both the mission and the journey to DS33. Here she could call to the Prophets for guidance, she could think of those she loved, she could find a peace within herself. She closed her eyes and prayed.
((Short time skip, Deck 3, Deep Space 33))
Ayemet walked out onto the concourse. Gone was the peace and tranquility of the seclusion space. This was the more expected side to the deep space station. Myriad beings walked or ran through the concourse all apparently talking as loudly as possible to create a discordant symphony of sound and emotions.
She winced at the assault upon both her auditory and empathic senses and made her way as quickly as possible towards a turbo lift, tuning out the noise as much as she could. As she got the doors of the turbo lift that would carry her to the beta module and the Warp Stone Creamery a familiar voice called out
Varn: Ayemet! So good to see you!!
She turned to face Varn. He was tall for a ferengi, clad in a crisp gold threaded tunic, its’ buttons fastened tightly and jet black trousers, his grin displaying teeth that must have been sharpened only recently. His face looked as if it were lightly polished with a sheen that suggested both vanity and careful grooming.
His appearance displayed both vanity and an attention to detail that would have served him well in all of his business dealings, particularly in areas that one might describe as legally complicated.
Ayemet shook her head and sighed.
A Dewitt: What do you want Varn?
The doors to the turbo lift opened and Ayemet stepped inside without waiting for a response. Varn quickly followed, looking across and grinning. It stretched wide, all teeth and desperation. He leaned in, hands clasped together like a prayer to profit, voice syrupy with false warmth.
Varn: Ayemet is that anyway to treat an old friend? I merely wanted to see how you were doing.
A Dewitt: Oh I am so sorry. I was confused. You know because last time we saw each other you were running for an escape pod whilst I was being abducted and tortured by the Sheliak.
For once, Varn didn’t smirk, bargain, or reach for a loophole. There was none of his usual bluster or excuses. His brow creased between the ridges, and his ears drooped slightly. He stepped closer, his voice low and surprisingly steady.
Varn: That shouldn’t have happened to you. No one; no one deserves that.
A Dewitt: :sarcastically: Well thanks for your concern but I’ve got a date with an ice cream sundae.
As if on cue the doors opened and Ayemet stepped out striding towards the creamery with purpose.
Varn: Don’t you want it gone?
Ayemet turned round looking at the ferengi with a mixture of anger and confusion. She walked over to him slowly, deliberately and grabbed his arm.
A Dewitt: :What did you say?
Varn: Well first of all; ouch! : freeing his arm and rubbing it: Secondly; the plate at the base of your skull don’t you want it gone?
A Dewitt: :: almost hissing:How do you know about that?
The smile returned to Varn’s face, his teeth glinting as his lips curled into a grin. He gave a gleeful burst of laughter and clapped his hands together.
Varn: Ayemet please don’t insult me! I’m a business man. I know about all sorts of things!
A Dewitt: What do you want Varn? Ferengi’s never do anything unless they profit from it
Varn: Hey that’s offensive!! I’m trying to help you!
Ayemet sighed and placed a hand on Varn’s shoulder. She sensed no deception from him, but this was atypical f not just any ferengi’s behaviour but of his. In fact, the usual self serving ethos that Varn normally emanated like a lighthouse was replaced by quiet intention and a flicker, however faint, of sincerity.
She eyed him with an air of curiosity, trying to ascertain his true intentions as she studied his face, and his mannerisms; it didn’t help.
A Dewitt: Why? If there’s nothing in it for you why?
Varn: :sidling up to Ayemet and lowering his voice: Listen Ferenginar is changing . Some ferengi are openly talking about a life beyond profit. Others are letting their females wear clothes. :pause:Besides: I heard what happened to you.. you saved my life Ayemet and I felt bad about what happened to you. I felt : a visible shudder as he realises an unpleasant truth: obligated to try and help you.
A Dewitt: Listen Varn it isn’t that I don’t appreciate the err offer but if the Khitomer’s CMO can’t ascertain whether it’s even safe to remove it let alone being actually able to I don’t see what you can do.
Ohnari; Response
Their earnest conversation was interrupted by a voice from behind her. She turned to face her friend Talia Ohnari.
A Dewitt: Speak of the pah wraith.
Ohnari; Response
A Dewitt: Sorry Talia we were just talking about you.
It was at this point that Varn stepped forward his large ears twitching with anticipation . He bowed low, just enough to show deference without appearing sycophantic. His eyes flicked briefly to the Starfleet insignia on her chest, then back to her face, his grin widening.
Varn: And who might this delectable creature be?
Ohnari; Response
TAG/TBC
PNPC Varn / simmed by
Lieutenant Ayemet Dewitt
Ship Counselor
USS Khitomer
NCC 62400
A239810JA2Q