Acting Ensign T’anara Vylax - Meeting the T’Fearne
Alyndra Syrex
((Corridor Near Personal Quarters, Deck 8, USS Ronin))
T’anara hadn’t yet been onboard the USS Ronin for a prolonged period. However with each passing day, it seemed although her routine was beginning to reach a near threshold of efficiency, she both expected of herself and had settled onto onboard the Vesta Class USS Excalibur-A. Her routine of meditation had been grounding for her in the past, however the same routine had thus far eluded her here.
Another evasive part of her new life onboard the Ronin, had thus far been new roommate, Ensign T’Fearne. She was a security officer, and apart from what was written on the compartment door, that was the extent of what she knew about her.
Entering their assigned quarters, T’anara raised her eyebrow at the sight that bestowed her.
A near-naked Vulcanoid wrapped only in a towel, her hair clearly damp, with deep green cuts and numerous bruises on nearly every visible surface of her skin. The woman in front of her seemed more shocked to see her than she was expecting. However, despite the moment of exposure, the woman displayed the traditional ta’al greeting, which T’anara reciprocated.
T’Fearne: :: quietly clearing her throat :: 2Na'shaya. Nash-veh shar'es T'Fearne. Ish-veh saudau ik etek ma vesh' tor u' roommates. :: switching to Federation Standard :: I suppose you were assigned here while I was away briefly, Ensign…?
Vylax: Ik nam-tor yeht, t’fearne. Nash-veh t’anara vylax, hali haseretsu, heh based fi' wuh compartment label, ish-veh uzh roommate*1.
T’Fearne: I seem to have luck that sees me paired with medical personnel. Your predecessor :: indicating the bunk :: is one of Ronin’s doctors. This is my first posting out of the Academy, I’ve been on the Ronin for a year, :: checking the ship's crono :: As of today, actually.
Vylax: Congratulations. I have been in the service of starfleet since 2360, Terran calendar.
The woman offered a simple nod. Before gesturing her further into their quarters. Despite having lived there for a notable period, she found the affirmation of welcome a logical choice for the beginning of roommate pleasantries.
T’Fearne spread herself out on her bunk, whilst T’anara set herself down on the least destroyed part of the charred, stained fabric mess that laid as the room's cornucopia.
T’Fearne: So, where are you from, 3ne-lan? :: guessing :: 4Minshara?
Vylax: P’Jem. Yourself?
T’Fearne: Response
T’anara nodded. Raising an eyebrow at her bunkmate.
Vylax: Intriguing.
T’anara got up, subtly sneering at the at the sofa she’d been sitting on, moving towards the room's replicator unit.
Vylax: Klingon Blood Wine, twenty degrees celsius, synthetic.
The unit dispensed the dark brown, slightly steaming liquid in a large metal cylinder, indents in the cup clearly meant for the fingers of a large Klingon, over a moderately sized Vulcan woman.
Vylax: So, are you a Hybrid?
T’Fearne: Response
T’anara sipped at the bloodwine.
Vylax: My apologies, did you want anything from this unit too?
T’Fearne: Response
TAGs / TBC
OOC:
1: That is correct, T’Fearne. I am T’anara Vylax, ship pharmacist, and based on the compartment label, your new roommate.
Acting Ensign T’anara Vylax
Pharmacist
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
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