Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ Into the thorax of the bug, or something like that.

[Roxanna Dorion]

((Aft Compartment, Shuttlecraft 4))

Life in Starfleet was often full of surprises. However....

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

The Haliian was biting the inside of her cheek hard. Ras was never going to forgive her or Amelia when this finished. Even if it was to protect his life. Besides, they didn't have nearly enough time to get Ras used to walking in heels...so they kept it to flats. For safety reasons. 

It was honestly a little disappointing. Not even a kitten heel. 

Semara: Me neither. :: Sitting next to Ras with a lapful of makeup. :: Now we can't forget the finishin' touches.  :: Beat :: If you'll allow me...

Internally, Talia was squealing. Although, a little bit on the outside too. Amelia and Ras had been so awkward around each other, nothing removed the tension like forced gender-bending camouflage. 

El'Heem: I’m glad you’re proud of what you’ve done to me. I hope this image haunts you forever. Because if I’m doing this ::attempting to raise his voice an octave or two, and failing:: I’m doing this.

A hand slapped over her own mouth was the only thing that kept her from full hysterics. Ras did not make the most convincing female...but again, she'd never met another Kressari besides him, for all she knew, he was spot on. 

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

She glanced towards the front.

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

Accepting the makeup palette with a grin, she continued applying it with a steady hand. 

Semara: Now, just remember, a lady always stands with good posture.  No slouching or hidin' from you.  You're a proud, indepedent woman.

Talia accentuated Amela's point with a series of sassy snaps. 

El'Heem: Ha Ha. Very funny. I hope you like woman too because this get up is going to stick around an hour longer every time you crack a joke.

Her wide eyes strained, looking between the two with each volley. Forget couples counseling, this was the best conflict resolution she had ever witnessed. And, if he played it right, the perfect get out of trouble free card. 

"Hey remember that time you forced me into drag before a first contact mission?"

Yep. Brilliant. 

Semara: :: Still giving a glittering grin. :: Oh, I should only be so lucky...

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

Waiting, she raised an eyebrow. 

El'Heem: ::gesturing for her to spin:: Well! Turn around. Amelia can see whatever she wants, you’re not on that list unless I’m in the morgue….which might be sooner than we think.

Snorting, she spun dutifully and placed both hands over her eyes. 

Ohnari: I didn't realize you were such a delicate flower...

A series of shuffling, and mild grunting noises behind her finally ceased. 

El’Heem: This…is going to fool everyone. Seriously. ::nodding his head:: good job. We have to do something about the voice now.

Turning back with a spin, she jabbed her finger in his direction

Ohnari: Ha! You are unfairly pretty. Called it. ::tilting her head:: We've got about a minute, I bet I could temporarily alter your vocal cords. Any requests? 

El’Heem: Make me sound sultry. Ras El’Her is gonna be hot.

Her hands clapped merrily. They really were doing this to protect him, but if you can't enjoy your work? Why do it? With a nod, she fiddled with the settings on the device. 

Ohnari: Alright, one Jessica Rabbit coming right up...hold still, this is supposed to be temporary. 

El'Heem: Response 

The whir of the machine was a soothing hum, swiping one, two, and three along his larynx. 

Ohnari: An old terran movie Nolen made me watch...a rabbit was married to a hot red-headed human, which apparently was perfectly acceptable...::shrugging:: Human media is weird. Now, let's hear it...Rasha. 

El'Heem: Response 

The sound that came from the beautiful being in front of her was a mix of a deflating balloon and an angry targ being groomed. It took her a good forty seconds to stop laughing enough to catch her breath and straighten up from her doubled-over stance. 

Ohnari: ::swiping the tears from her eyes:: Alright, alright! I'm fixing it! ::further adjustments:: Hold still. ::a smaller, more controlled arc:: Ok, try that. 

El'Heem: Response 

Her hands flew into the air in celebration! They had totally pulled it off. Ras El'Heem was no more. Rasha El'Her had taken his place. 

Semara: :: Knocking on the bulkhead to aft. :: We're comin' in.  Let's all be our most charmin' selves...

Ohnari: It's go time! Give me a count of five, you deserve a proper introduction! 

She didn't care whether he agreed or not. She was doing this. Stepping into the main compartment with a flourish, she adopted an exaggerated formal voice. 

Ohnari: ::exaggerated formality:: May I have the honor to present...Chief of Science, Lieutenant Rasha El'Her!! 

Torado/Michaels/El'Heem/Semara: Response

Ohnari: ::brushing her shoulder:: Well, if this medical career doesn't go anywhere, I do believe I have a career as a stylist. With my brilliant partner, Lieutenant Semara, of course. 

She dipped her head in reverence and offered a polite clap. 

Torado/Michaels/El'Heem/Semara: Response

Ohnari: Just...trust us. The scan won't expose...well, you know. And I've already sworn to reverse all changes. ::sobering slightly:: Now we just can't fail at the pronouns, and hope we get Ensign Matthews without offending an entire matriarchal society in the process...::wincing:: We may be too late for that last one...unless he was gagged or unconscious...

Torado/Michaels/El'Heem/Semara: Response

TAG/TBC

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