MSNPC Cikron Tram Primary Warden ~ A most inhospitable host

[Roxanna Dorion]

((Alpha Trionus II, Detention Facility 03949))

Cikron Tram had led the female Starfleet officer away from the testosterone laden away party. He never did understand patriarchal societies. He believed The Four in their infinite wisdom, chose to bless the divine feminine with the emotional as well as academic intelligence for leadership. The poise and grace of the higher Betazed society was one of the finer aspects of his home he longed for. 

A.Dewitt: This :beat: is not what I was expecting

That, and mid-century modern Betazed furniture. He was a bit of an avid collector. His prized velvet chaise had been liberated from a Syndicate sponsored trade outpost some years back. Luckily, the scorch marks from the liberation were kept to a minimum, and only visible upon intense inspection. 

It seemed his choice of decor had the curiosity of the female piqued. For a moment, he let her take it in, bask in its splendor. Spoils from days long past, when civility and refinement were the order of the day. After allowing the appropriate amount of time for awe, he could no longer hold back his curiosity. 

Tram: Forgive me the interruption, did you say you were...captive? ::he whipped a PADD from the pocket of his coat, it seemed he would be taking vigorous notes.:: I was under the distinct impression that the Sheliak didn't take captives. ::his eyes narrowed in examination:: I wonder what it was about you specifically...I see you are, Bajoran? Yes? But not fully...

A. Dewitt: No, not fully I am half El-Aurian. My Father was :pause: an entrepreneur. He left the family when I was young.  

And pointedly, dodged his captive question. Clever. He was impressed. 

Tram: I myself am Betazoid, I was a direct descendant of one of the great houses. I fought for the liberation of our blessed planet...It was a most unpleasant time, as I am sure you are aware. And I assume, part of your visit is to prevent the same happening again?

A. Dewitt: I’ve been in the receiving end of Sheliak hospitality. They hold no quarter. They show no mercy.  :looking around the room: You’re  in an isolated  location, and yes the Captain is concerned you might be vulnerable to an attack.

It was, as they say, par for the course. Upon taking the assignment, he also assumed a great risk being so far from aide. He determined it was worth it. The isolation hadn't bothered him in years, and the less chance of some busybody with no original ideas of their own to poke and prod into his research, delaying the findings. 

Tram: The players may change, my dear, but the game, it seems, is forever the same.

A. Dewitt: To be frank Mr Tram I’m tired of the game.

There was a sharp edge to the woman's statement. The split, busy grey eyebrow twitched slightly. Perhaps a kindred spirit?

Tram: As any truly sane person would be. Especially when the players are set at eradicating the entire game board in the process. 

A.Dewitt: Having metal plates drilled into your skull will do that to you.

Trauma was printed upon her mental signature, plain as the paracortex could see. For a moment, he paused. It had been so long since the initial wounds of war had been inflicted upon him. He had long since stopped feeling the effects, outside of a lot of physical, and mental scarring. 

Tram: A wildly unpleasant experience. ::glancing at her fidgeting:: What a lovely object. I assume you are married? 

A.Dewitt: :looking down at her hand: Oh yeah married :beat: to a man who loves warp cores more than his wife.

Tram: Ah. One of those...::a long far off, yet still familiar melancholy washed over his features:: my beloved wife often accused me of similar to my own work...::true pain shone stark on his face for a moment:: Trust me when I tell you, no warp core would ever soothe the savagery as losing ones love...::realizing he was emoting more than usual, he stood and busied himself preparing a drink:: Please, it's been ages since I have had a chance for any stimulating conversation, join me by indulging in a drink? I assure you, it is the finest quality Uttaberry brandy exported directly from Betazed. 

His other vice. 

Passing the glass, he returned to his seat. Indulging in a deep sip. 

A.Dewitt: Why Mr Tram are you trying to seduce me?

The precious brandy nearly spewed forth from his lips as he dropped into a deep frown. While the woman was aesthetically...fine, he supposed. However, he had never, and would never find anyone apart from the perfection of Betazoid features alluring. 

Tram: ::flatly:: I assure you, Lieutenant, I am not. 

((OOC ~ He's a snobby jerkface, Ayemet is lovely))

A.Dewitt: Quid pro quo Mr Tram. I’ll you about the animals that experimented on me and you tell me how you are going to stop them

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. 

A.Dewitt: Response 

Cleverness again. His caution was honed from years of never outright admitting to anything. It was second nature. 

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. 

A.Dewitt: Response 

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....

A.Dewitt: Response 

TAG/TBC

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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