Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Pulling off winged eyeliner in an emergency

[Roxanna Dorion]

(( Shuttlebay, Deck 2, USS Khitomer, Ceram Archipelago ))

Talia had packed her trauma response kit until it was nearly bursting. As soon as she heard that Ensign Matthews was the one intercepted by the matriarchal aliens who seemed to look down upon males, or at least looking down upon them as the lesser sex...that Ensign was going to mouth off and get himself killed. 

Although she did resist the urge to bring a mobile body bag. Still, once packed, she hightailed it to the shuttlebay to prepare to join the away team. Sickbay rested in Othin's capable biceps. That is, until Ensign MK was paged. She was pretty sure that as soon as she left, Othin had the remaining staff running drills. She would need to arrange several apology muffin baskets upon her return. 

Semara: Thanks for meetin' on such short notice.  :: Beat :: For the purpose a' this away mission, I'll be pretendin' to be first officer a' the Khitomer, seein' as this alien species won't treat with men. :: A weird little smile. :: We believe they're holdin' Ensign Matthews.  We're to retrieve him, and ascertain their intent by holdin' us in this nebula.  If they're willin' to help us make repairs and navigate the nebula, we'll take it.  If they ain't...  We'll figure it out.  They outpower us and outnumber us badly, so tactical options are bad options at the moment.  :: A slow breath. :: I know y'all only had a moment to review what I sent you earlier.  I'll answer what questions I can, but we gotta make contact again and head out momentarily.

Torado: ::holding up her PADD:: This had no information on the layout of the ship or Dickie’s—ahm, Ensign Matthews’s location?

Talia had been scrolling the details on her PADD when she froze. oO Did she just call...? Oo 

Semara: Dickie? :: A glance to Talia, then a snicker. :: Unfortunately, no.  We're gettin' weak EVA suit telemetry, but we can't triangulate through the nebula.  Might be able to lock on with the shuttle's sensors when we get closer.

Her eyes locked with Amelia's obsidian orbs for about 4.9 seconds too long. Luckily, a forced cough quickly covered the snort. 

Ohnari: ::carefully:: Although Dickie's life signs are still reading clearly. Just...lacking location data. We will take what we'll get. 

Torado: Is this everybody?

Semara: :: Shaking her head :: We're expectin'...

As if summoned, the doors swished open as she spoke. Although, Talia was confused with a specific officer...

Semara: :: Slowly :: Two more...

It seemed Amelia was also caught off guard. Perhaps he was just there to relay some information? She reached out and squeezed Amelia's farm privately. 

Ohnari: Lieutenant El'Heem...do you have some information for us before we go?

Torado / El'Heem / Michaels: Response

The Haliian winced. The cloud of rage was radiating off Amelia. She could empathize, Ras was definitely ill-suited to accompany. Unless he was planning on pretending to be Amelia's "mate". Now she was invested. She glanced back and forth between Amelia and Ras, just waiting. 

Semara: :: Lips pursing. ::  Fine.  :: Beat :: But if I'm pretendin' at first officer... :: Motion up and down Ras' height. :: we're doin' somethin' smart 'bout all this.  :: Hand flourishing vaguely. ::  I dunno, some kinda disguise.  :: Beat, looking sideways. :: Talia?

Alright. She hadn't expected that. At first she just looked baffled at Amelia. What were they supposed to disguise him as? An emotional support palm tree..?

It was the tycoon of chaos emanating from Amelia slammed into her. 

Ohnari: Oh....::beat::: Ooooh....::clearing her throat:: I am pretty confident in my plastics abilities...::tilting her head:: I think he would make a rather fetching Redhead. 

As expected, the protest was already verbalized. But, the more she thought about it...the idea of having two male presenting officers on the Matriarchal ship, where men were seen as less-than could go sideways real fast. And if Ensign Matthews was already potentially being...well...himself, she had concerns about their patience thinning before they ever beamed over. 

Looks like she was going to be putting Ras in a skant. At least he had the calves for it. 

Torado / El'Heem / Michaels: Response

Semara: Oh, no.  If I'm in charge a' this team and keepin' y'all safe, this is happenin'. :: A low, flirty chuckle. :: Don't worry, we'll make sure you're a very pretty woman. :: Coyly. :: 'Less you got a better idea, chief?

Ohnari: ::raising her hand:: They seem to have a less than desirable opinion on men, and considering it's Ensign Matthews we're rescuing...perhaps a little camouflage might be the thing. ::holding her palm in a vow:: And I swear on my integrity as a physician to reverse any temporary cosmetic changes.

Eventually. 

About four seconds after he doubted she would, she would, of course, reverse all changes. Unless it awoke something in the Kressari, she wasn't one to judge. 

Torado / El'Heem / Michaels: Response

Semara: Alright.  We're almost overdue.  Michaels and Torado, take the shuttle controls and take us out, thrusters only.  Once we're clear, hail the alien ship and let's request a flight plan.  Keep the approach slow to give a minute.  :: Beat :: Talia, I know I ain't a nurse, but I'll make up for my biochem scores with fashion sense.  Lemme know how I can help.  :: A head tilt to the shuttle. :: Let's go.  You got questions, ask 'em in the shuttle.

Torado / El'Heem / Michaels: Response

Amelia was enjoying this. It was brilliant. If she was honest, she was too. Besides, she was a little giddy at the prospect of meeting a new species. Even Ras would tolerate a wig and a dress to be a part of that. She skipped merrily into the shuttle, wishing she had previous notice, now they would be limited to whatever cosmetic changes she could arrange with a trauma kit and onboard replicator. 

Ohnari: ::her fingers steepled and chittered against each other in giddiness:: Lieutenant El'Heem, if you'll join me and Lieutenant Semara in the back of the shuttle...

TAG/TBC 

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