Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren - Excitement for New Things
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Mar 19, 2026, 7:36:35 PM (4 days ago) Mar 19
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((Docking Ring, Deck 87, Starbase 118))
Taybrim: A dangerous prospect, I’ll find whatever seems the most thrill-seeking. And by find, I mean that I already know of a few potential options. That said, I do agree that the bonfires are brilliant and are a strong choice.
Lyra couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. She wondered what exactly the commodore’s definition of “thrill-seeking” was.
Voss: Well, we did have a group of sword swallowers attend last year, but I’m not sure they take audience volunteers. We might be able to convince them though, depending on – ::cut off by a boarding announcement over the intercom:: Ah, that’s us!
Sol shook her head, laughing.
McLaren: Don't tempt Sal...
Sylvax: Lead the way.
Sol followed the group to board their transport. She was excited to get underway. It wasn't the first time she had been away from the station, but it was the first real trip she had gone on that wasn't for Starfleet.
((Timeskip - In Orbit of Betazed))
The journey to Betazed was comfortable, and made to feel quick thanks to her travelling companions. Some of her time was spent reading one of the books she had brought, some was pent in the company of Sal, Lyra and Ryden, learning more about all of them.
Time with Sal was always nice. She cherished their conversations outside of their duties. He was like family and their conversations were always enlightening. She learned about Lyra and her story. The image of her with black hair, in some sort of Betazoid goth phase was and interesting tidbit to learn.
In return she shared a little about herself. Stories about the young girl growing up on Earth, unsure about why she had white hair or red eyes and how a mission aboard the Constitution finally provided answers many years later, in the depths of a old T'Kon research lab on a planet far from Earth, all the while her hand playing with the gently glowing orange stone she wore around her neck. Stories about the girl with her nose buried in any number of books about spies and how she wanted to be one so badly, only to discover that the actual thing was never as glamourous. They discovered her love of music, in particular old Earth Jazz music, all but Sal who had experienced it first hand, complete with an invite to her bar where they could all hear it first hand one night if they desired. Stories of failed romance and the ongoing search for a girlfriend, even despite Starfleets best efforts.
As their trip neared its end she found herself standing with the group overlooking the planet below them.
Sylvax: I’ve been here a few times. ::His voice was calm, thoughtful.:: When I was younger. My mother used to bring me to visit my grandparents. ::He folded his arms loosely, gaze fixed on the planet below.::I remember the trips. ::a small pause:: They just never felt like they belonged to me. It always felt more like… a destination. Somewhere we went for a while, and then left.
Voss: There’s only so much you can take in when it’s just periodic visits, I’m sure.
McLaren: It looks like a lovely place to live. Certainly to visit.
Taybrim: If this was your vacation destination, where was home?
Sylvax: Trill was home. This… ::he gestured slightly toward the viewport:: …was where we visited.
McLaren: Do I hear some hesitation there?
Taybrim: It sounds like you are reconsidering a bit.
Sylvax: I think I’d like to change that. Or at least understand why it never felt like it was mine to begin with.
Voss: ::a slightly rueful smile on her face:: Well, we can certainly help you to get to know it better. What you’ll want to do with it after that, I can’t say.
Sol smiled, nodding. She would be experiencing Betazed for her first time, so she wasn't entirely sure what to expect.
Taybrim: I find that as we progress through life we end up shedding old identities so we can become stronger, better ones based on our experience and lessons learned. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to change your relationship with someone or something—even a planet.
Sol had experienced that first hand. Many many times. Each time she had adapted and come out stronger.
McLaren: Sometimes, it can be one of the best things to happen to a person.
Taybrim: Goodness, I think I knew I wanted to get off the homeworld as early as my teenage years. I’m not saying my mother is overbearing… though I will say that distance lends enchantment to our relationship.
Voss: Betazoid mothers do have a particular reputation. And certainly not unearned, in my experience.
McLaren: I had heard rumors to that extent... I cant wait to see how true they are.
Taybrim: That depends, what’s the first thing you want to do after arriving? Explore? Relax? Settle in?
Voss: How about we stop at the house and drop off our bags, and then we can set out toward the bonfires? They won’t quite be lit yet, but that’ll give us a chance to see some of the performers and vendors that are around and setting up.
McLaren: That sounds like a grand idea.
As they fell into silence staring at the planet below, it soon came time to disembark. Sol followed along witht he group as they did so.
((Timeskip – Voss Manor, Bellonphain, Betazed))
To say Sol was impressed with the Voss family hose would have been an understatement. Of course calling it a house was also an understatement. It was a manor pure and simple. It was gorgeous and ornate in all the right ways, without really being too ostentatious.
Voss: Well, uh, welcome! This is the house. Built in 2053 and… yeah.
Sol smiled.
Sylvax: It is certainly something to behold.
McLaren: It looks lovely.
Taybrim: ?
Ardeena: Darling, that’s hardly a fitting introduction.
Sol chuckled quietly, as the woman approached them. Maybe it hadn't been the most grand introduction, but that wasn't all that important. Sol could see how Lyra's body language had shifted as the other woman approached. Family had a way of doing that to you, even if you loved them with all your heart.
Voss: ::turning back to the group with a stiff smile:: Allow me to introduce my grandmother, Ardeena Voss, Matriarch of the Sixteenth House, bearer of the Revalan Diadem and keeper of the Orb of Stars. Govanna, these are my friends and colleagues, Lt. Ryden Sylvax, Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren, and Commodore Sal Taybrim.
Sol nodded as Lyra said her name to indicate herself.
Ardeena: How lovely to meet you all! We’re thrilled to welcome you into our home for Vestus. I hope you had a pleasant trip?
Sol gave a slight bow of her head as the the woman, the matriarch of the house, addressed them.
Sylvax: Thank you. It was a pleasant trip.
McLaren: Yes it was quite a lovely trip.
Taybrim: ?
Lyra crossed her arms, half in habit, half in exasperation, and Ryden thought he understood that feeling... the tension of heritage, expectation, and the hope that the day ahead would reveal something more than just obligation.
Ardeena: ?
Ryden shifted slightly, a faint tension passing over him. He was used to people noticing things he didn’t always broadcast... the half-Betazoid side that had never been fully acknowledged or explored. He gave a polite, neutral smile.
Sylvax: My family? My father is Trill, and my mother is… well, Betazoid.
Ardeena: ?
Ryden tried... but he was definitely rusty.
Sylvax: ~That's right... half-Betazoid.~
Sol could see there was something unseen occurring and remained quiet for the moment, a pleasant look on her face.
Voss/Taybrim/Ardeena: ?
Sylvax: I think… we should get settled first. Drop our bags, see the house, and then head out. The bonfires aren’t lit yet, but there’s still plenty to see and feel. ::a small pause, glancing toward Lyra:: That way we can take it in properly, step by step, rather than rush.
McLaren: Yes, that would give us time to get refreshed, perhaps change into something more suited.
Voss/Taybrim/Ardeena: ?
Sol gestured to the house and its grounds.
McLaren: Your family home is lovely.
Ardeena: Response?
Voss/Sylvax/Taybrim: Response?
Sol shook her head.
McLaren: No this is my first tiem to Betazed. Im excited to take part in Vestus.
Ardeena: Response?
Voss/Sylvax/Taybrim: Response?
Taybrim: A dangerous prospect, I’ll find whatever seems the most thrill-seeking. And by find, I mean that I already know of a few potential options. That said, I do agree that the bonfires are brilliant and are a strong choice.
Lyra couldn’t help raising an eyebrow. She wondered what exactly the commodore’s definition of “thrill-seeking” was.
Voss: Well, we did have a group of sword swallowers attend last year, but I’m not sure they take audience volunteers. We might be able to convince them though, depending on – ::cut off by a boarding announcement over the intercom:: Ah, that’s us!
Sol shook her head, laughing.
McLaren: Don't tempt Sal...
Sylvax: Lead the way.
Sol followed the group to board their transport. She was excited to get underway. It wasn't the first time she had been away from the station, but it was the first real trip she had gone on that wasn't for Starfleet.
((Timeskip - In Orbit of Betazed))
The journey to Betazed was comfortable, and made to feel quick thanks to her travelling companions. Some of her time was spent reading one of the books she had brought, some was pent in the company of Sal, Lyra and Ryden, learning more about all of them.
Time with Sal was always nice. She cherished their conversations outside of their duties. He was like family and their conversations were always enlightening. She learned about Lyra and her story. The image of her with black hair, in some sort of Betazoid goth phase was and interesting tidbit to learn.
In return she shared a little about herself. Stories about the young girl growing up on Earth, unsure about why she had white hair or red eyes and how a mission aboard the Constitution finally provided answers many years later, in the depths of a old T'Kon research lab on a planet far from Earth, all the while her hand playing with the gently glowing orange stone she wore around her neck. Stories about the girl with her nose buried in any number of books about spies and how she wanted to be one so badly, only to discover that the actual thing was never as glamourous. They discovered her love of music, in particular old Earth Jazz music, all but Sal who had experienced it first hand, complete with an invite to her bar where they could all hear it first hand one night if they desired. Stories of failed romance and the ongoing search for a girlfriend, even despite Starfleets best efforts.
As their trip neared its end she found herself standing with the group overlooking the planet below them.
Sylvax: I’ve been here a few times. ::His voice was calm, thoughtful.:: When I was younger. My mother used to bring me to visit my grandparents. ::He folded his arms loosely, gaze fixed on the planet below.::I remember the trips. ::a small pause:: They just never felt like they belonged to me. It always felt more like… a destination. Somewhere we went for a while, and then left.
Voss: There’s only so much you can take in when it’s just periodic visits, I’m sure.
McLaren: It looks like a lovely place to live. Certainly to visit.
Taybrim: If this was your vacation destination, where was home?
Sylvax: Trill was home. This… ::he gestured slightly toward the viewport:: …was where we visited.
McLaren: Do I hear some hesitation there?
Taybrim: It sounds like you are reconsidering a bit.
Sylvax: I think I’d like to change that. Or at least understand why it never felt like it was mine to begin with.
Voss: ::a slightly rueful smile on her face:: Well, we can certainly help you to get to know it better. What you’ll want to do with it after that, I can’t say.
Sol smiled, nodding. She would be experiencing Betazed for her first time, so she wasn't entirely sure what to expect.
Taybrim: I find that as we progress through life we end up shedding old identities so we can become stronger, better ones based on our experience and lessons learned. I don’t think it’s a bad thing to change your relationship with someone or something—even a planet.
Sol had experienced that first hand. Many many times. Each time she had adapted and come out stronger.
McLaren: Sometimes, it can be one of the best things to happen to a person.
Taybrim: Goodness, I think I knew I wanted to get off the homeworld as early as my teenage years. I’m not saying my mother is overbearing… though I will say that distance lends enchantment to our relationship.
Voss: Betazoid mothers do have a particular reputation. And certainly not unearned, in my experience.
McLaren: I had heard rumors to that extent... I cant wait to see how true they are.
Taybrim: That depends, what’s the first thing you want to do after arriving? Explore? Relax? Settle in?
Voss: How about we stop at the house and drop off our bags, and then we can set out toward the bonfires? They won’t quite be lit yet, but that’ll give us a chance to see some of the performers and vendors that are around and setting up.
McLaren: That sounds like a grand idea.
As they fell into silence staring at the planet below, it soon came time to disembark. Sol followed along witht he group as they did so.
((Timeskip – Voss Manor, Bellonphain, Betazed))
To say Sol was impressed with the Voss family hose would have been an understatement. Of course calling it a house was also an understatement. It was a manor pure and simple. It was gorgeous and ornate in all the right ways, without really being too ostentatious.
Voss: Well, uh, welcome! This is the house. Built in 2053 and… yeah.
Sol smiled.
Sylvax: It is certainly something to behold.
McLaren: It looks lovely.
Taybrim: ?
Ardeena: Darling, that’s hardly a fitting introduction.
Sol chuckled quietly, as the woman approached them. Maybe it hadn't been the most grand introduction, but that wasn't all that important. Sol could see how Lyra's body language had shifted as the other woman approached. Family had a way of doing that to you, even if you loved them with all your heart.
Voss: ::turning back to the group with a stiff smile:: Allow me to introduce my grandmother, Ardeena Voss, Matriarch of the Sixteenth House, bearer of the Revalan Diadem and keeper of the Orb of Stars. Govanna, these are my friends and colleagues, Lt. Ryden Sylvax, Lt. Commander Solaris McLaren, and Commodore Sal Taybrim.
Sol nodded as Lyra said her name to indicate herself.
Ardeena: How lovely to meet you all! We’re thrilled to welcome you into our home for Vestus. I hope you had a pleasant trip?
Sol gave a slight bow of her head as the the woman, the matriarch of the house, addressed them.
Sylvax: Thank you. It was a pleasant trip.
McLaren: Yes it was quite a lovely trip.
Taybrim: ?
Lyra crossed her arms, half in habit, half in exasperation, and Ryden thought he understood that feeling... the tension of heritage, expectation, and the hope that the day ahead would reveal something more than just obligation.
Ardeena: ?
Ryden shifted slightly, a faint tension passing over him. He was used to people noticing things he didn’t always broadcast... the half-Betazoid side that had never been fully acknowledged or explored. He gave a polite, neutral smile.
Sylvax: My family? My father is Trill, and my mother is… well, Betazoid.
Ardeena: ?
Ryden tried... but he was definitely rusty.
Sylvax: ~That's right... half-Betazoid.~
Sol could see there was something unseen occurring and remained quiet for the moment, a pleasant look on her face.
Voss/Taybrim/Ardeena: ?
Sylvax: I think… we should get settled first. Drop our bags, see the house, and then head out. The bonfires aren’t lit yet, but there’s still plenty to see and feel. ::a small pause, glancing toward Lyra:: That way we can take it in properly, step by step, rather than rush.
McLaren: Yes, that would give us time to get refreshed, perhaps change into something more suited.
Voss/Taybrim/Ardeena: ?
Sol gestured to the house and its grounds.
McLaren: Your family home is lovely.
Ardeena: Response?
Voss/Sylvax/Taybrim: Response?
Sol shook her head.
McLaren: No this is my first tiem to Betazed. Im excited to take part in Vestus.
Ardeena: Response?
Voss/Sylvax/Taybrim: Response?
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