Lt. Cmdr. V'Len Kel - I let the dog out
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Apr 7, 2026, 1:01:26 PMApr 7
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((47 Lounge, Deck 4, USS Ronin))
V'Len's chili dog was not fully consumed and he only hoped his root beer would hold out. He was loath to disturb Mork who would likely awaken refreshed and energetic. Even now Mork seemed to be having a dream of some kind. V'Len could feel the dogs paws moving and every so often his whole body twitched. V'Len glanced down and smiled. He then returned to the conversation.
Kel: My brother Kos is out in the islands somewhere. He's Andorian, a freighter captain.
Zh'taan: If he commands a ship, why didn’t he join Starfleet?
Raga: Not everyone feels the call to do what we do. There’s a lot of sacrifice and adversity in being in Starfleet that is not for everyone. And that’s okay. Some people would rather live their lives as musicians, or merchants, builders or scientists. Without the regimented nature of Starfleet or the risk that we inherently run towards.
Knight: Some people just want to be a part of something more…
Kel: He's a very old school Andorian. We're both clan Reiji, very traditional. What about you Kelor? Do you have deep clan ancestry back to the days of the Empire?
Zh'taan: ::takes on a surprised expression:: Clan Reiji? I have very rarely encountered other Andorians from that clan. As for me, I come from the Omtala clan, from a military family. My family, especially my Thaan, is also very traditional. ::His gaze instinctively drifted toward one of the lounge’s windows, searching for Andor among the stars.::
V'Len felt slightly ashamed. He hadn't meant to boast about his clan lineage. Here in Starfleet such things meant little, even if his parents and brother felt otherwise.
Knight: ::between a bite: This is so fascinating, I’m unfamiliar with Andorian culture, something I may have to change.
Kel: What about you Raga? Any royal blood in those veins?
Raga: We’ve never had royalty, so no. The closest thing I suppose is not something I’d want.
Knight: The Kerelian system and politics are not my forte. I try to keep my nose out of that stuff for the most part.
Kel: ::pointing to Zh'Taan:: Sargeant Knight is very wise. Take note.
Zh'taan: Response
Raga: We’ve never had the concept of royalty as many other species seem to have had. The closest parallel would be telepaths. Which sadly I am one of.
Knight: Royalty, a bunch of self-important nitwits, as the Terrans would say.
V'Len chuckled at Knight's characterization of "royalty". He wondered how his brother would react. Kos was forever appealing to their ancestry as Imperial Guards. He then had a question for Toryn.
Kel: So then you are Royalty, Commander. So why be sad about it.
Zh'taan: Response
Raga: Because up until recently, my people put telepaths to death. For good reason. We’re not a naturally telepathic species. It was a trait forced upon us by La Tirano when it enslaved our world. Telepaths were its overseers. When we finally freed ourselves, any telepath or family that showed that genetic trait was purged out of fear of us being enslaved again. Sadly, it ended up being pointless since La Tirano is back and we’ve learned that telepathic Al-Leyans are one of the few things capable of shielding others from its control.
V'Len's eyes went wide.
Knight: Some on my world have a low-grade telepathy, but nothing powerful.
Kel: That's a tough legacy to embrace.
Zh'taan: Response
Raga: We do hold our artists in high regard though. ::he noted to hopefully lighten the conversation again:: Since everyone, regardless of Prote, is permitted to indulge in art as a pastime. Even though we have some dedicated artists too.
Knight: ::looking at the XO:: Arts are a big deal on Kerelia. Like I mentioned before, my mom is a touring singer who's been on the road for decades. I haven’t seen her in 7 years.
V'Len nodded his head to one side and gave Knight a sympathetic life.
Kel: That's a tough life. My pervious host, Shojua Kel, never stayed in one place for long. He loved touring, but I suspect that his real dream was to settle down somewhere.
Zh'taan: Response
Raga: I suppose, if you asked my best friend Serala she’d say I do have a royal title of sorts. Destroyer of Tables, chairs, holodecks, shuttles, shuttlebays, kicker of doors.
V'Len laughed.
Knight: ::looking at Raga:: So you’re the one….
Kel: ::smiling:: He is. No tables are safe.
Raga/Zh'taan: Response
Knight: I’d agree with that, seems the smart move…
Kel: Agreed.
Raga/Zh'taan: Response
As the sergeant rose, Mork suddenly rolled and stood looking around fully alert. His tail began to wag swatting V'Len in the leg repeatedly.
Knight: It was nice to meet you all, Sirs, but I need to get back to flight ops before one of my corporals starves to death, and then I have to hear him whine about it..
V'Len waved at Knight and then glanced under the table. Mork from Ork was scratching his right ear.
Kel: It seems my charge is up and running. I better get him out of here, before he leaves us a present.
Raga/Zh'taan: Response
V'Len rose and collected Mork's leash. The dog was standing next to him happily waging his tail.
Kel: Good Day Gentlemen.
Raga/Zh'taan: Response
V'Len had barely turned when Mork surged forward, dragging him out of the lounge in a very undignified way.
[End Scene for V'Len]
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V'Len's chili dog was not fully consumed and he only hoped his root beer would hold out. He was loath to disturb Mork who would likely awaken refreshed and energetic. Even now Mork seemed to be having a dream of some kind. V'Len could feel the dogs paws moving and every so often his whole body twitched. V'Len glanced down and smiled. He then returned to the conversation.
Kel: My brother Kos is out in the islands somewhere. He's Andorian, a freighter captain.
Zh'taan: If he commands a ship, why didn’t he join Starfleet?
Raga: Not everyone feels the call to do what we do. There’s a lot of sacrifice and adversity in being in Starfleet that is not for everyone. And that’s okay. Some people would rather live their lives as musicians, or merchants, builders or scientists. Without the regimented nature of Starfleet or the risk that we inherently run towards.
Knight: Some people just want to be a part of something more…
Kel: He's a very old school Andorian. We're both clan Reiji, very traditional. What about you Kelor? Do you have deep clan ancestry back to the days of the Empire?
Zh'taan: ::takes on a surprised expression:: Clan Reiji? I have very rarely encountered other Andorians from that clan. As for me, I come from the Omtala clan, from a military family. My family, especially my Thaan, is also very traditional. ::His gaze instinctively drifted toward one of the lounge’s windows, searching for Andor among the stars.::
V'Len felt slightly ashamed. He hadn't meant to boast about his clan lineage. Here in Starfleet such things meant little, even if his parents and brother felt otherwise.
Knight: ::between a bite: This is so fascinating, I’m unfamiliar with Andorian culture, something I may have to change.
Kel: What about you Raga? Any royal blood in those veins?
Raga: We’ve never had royalty, so no. The closest thing I suppose is not something I’d want.
Knight: The Kerelian system and politics are not my forte. I try to keep my nose out of that stuff for the most part.
Kel: ::pointing to Zh'Taan:: Sargeant Knight is very wise. Take note.
Zh'taan: Response
Raga: We’ve never had the concept of royalty as many other species seem to have had. The closest parallel would be telepaths. Which sadly I am one of.
Knight: Royalty, a bunch of self-important nitwits, as the Terrans would say.
V'Len chuckled at Knight's characterization of "royalty". He wondered how his brother would react. Kos was forever appealing to their ancestry as Imperial Guards. He then had a question for Toryn.
Kel: So then you are Royalty, Commander. So why be sad about it.
Zh'taan: Response
Raga: Because up until recently, my people put telepaths to death. For good reason. We’re not a naturally telepathic species. It was a trait forced upon us by La Tirano when it enslaved our world. Telepaths were its overseers. When we finally freed ourselves, any telepath or family that showed that genetic trait was purged out of fear of us being enslaved again. Sadly, it ended up being pointless since La Tirano is back and we’ve learned that telepathic Al-Leyans are one of the few things capable of shielding others from its control.
V'Len's eyes went wide.
Knight: Some on my world have a low-grade telepathy, but nothing powerful.
Kel: That's a tough legacy to embrace.
Zh'taan: Response
Raga: We do hold our artists in high regard though. ::he noted to hopefully lighten the conversation again:: Since everyone, regardless of Prote, is permitted to indulge in art as a pastime. Even though we have some dedicated artists too.
Knight: ::looking at the XO:: Arts are a big deal on Kerelia. Like I mentioned before, my mom is a touring singer who's been on the road for decades. I haven’t seen her in 7 years.
V'Len nodded his head to one side and gave Knight a sympathetic life.
Kel: That's a tough life. My pervious host, Shojua Kel, never stayed in one place for long. He loved touring, but I suspect that his real dream was to settle down somewhere.
Zh'taan: Response
Raga: I suppose, if you asked my best friend Serala she’d say I do have a royal title of sorts. Destroyer of Tables, chairs, holodecks, shuttles, shuttlebays, kicker of doors.
V'Len laughed.
Knight: ::looking at Raga:: So you’re the one….
Kel: ::smiling:: He is. No tables are safe.
Raga/Zh'taan: Response
Knight: I’d agree with that, seems the smart move…
Kel: Agreed.
Raga/Zh'taan: Response
As the sergeant rose, Mork suddenly rolled and stood looking around fully alert. His tail began to wag swatting V'Len in the leg repeatedly.
Knight: It was nice to meet you all, Sirs, but I need to get back to flight ops before one of my corporals starves to death, and then I have to hear him whine about it..
V'Len waved at Knight and then glanced under the table. Mork from Ork was scratching his right ear.
Kel: It seems my charge is up and running. I better get him out of here, before he leaves us a present.
Raga/Zh'taan: Response
V'Len rose and collected Mork's leash. The dog was standing next to him happily waging his tail.
Kel: Good Day Gentlemen.
Raga/Zh'taan: Response
V'Len had barely turned when Mork surged forward, dragging him out of the lounge in a very undignified way.
[End Scene for V'Len]
Lieutenant Commander V'Len Kel
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
T239811VK2
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