Lt. Cmdr. V'Len Kel - Na Nu Na Nu
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Don K
Mar 14, 2026, 4:08:22 PMMar 14
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((Corridors near 47 Lounge, Starboard Catamaran))
V'Len was completely unsure what to do with the small mammal tethered in front of him. V'Len had seen a lot of things, but this creature was more bizarre than any fungi, sentient tree or cosmozoan he'd ever encountered. For starters it's ears were nearly as long as its stumpy legs, dragging on the ground whenever the canine lowered his head to sniff the ground, which was frequently. At times its front limbs landed on its ears causing it to stumble or take on a strange sideways gate until it corrected itself. It had a long body and enough which it's skin seemed to hang off of. V'Len felt certain there should have been two creatures given the amount of drooping exterior that was simply unfilled. It's fur was short, white on the botttom and posterior. The top of the creatures head was brown and this extended to the shoulders where the fur looked like a black saddle around the mid-section. At the creatures hips the fur turned brown once more. Mork from Ork was truly a strange creation.
V'Len had taken the canine, called a Basset Hound, to the arboretum for exercise. It seemed only nominally interested in chasing a disk, but did seem to enjoy sniffing around the vegetation. He had decided to head back to his quarters, but the dogs enjoyment of sniffing it's new environment had prompted V'Len to extend his journey to other parts of the ship. Now it seemed that Mork was tired and he stopped every few meters and sat, wide eyed to rest. Only a treat seemed to motivate the dog to keep moving and V'Len was rapidly running out of his supply. He was not savoring the thought of carrying Mork back to his quarters. It was at this point that he noticed Commander Raga coming down the hall toward him.
Kel: Good evening, commander. How are you?
Raga/Any: Response
Kel looked at Mork who was now flat on the ground leaning against a bulkhead.
Kel: This is Mork ::beat:: from Ork. It's my brother Kumel's dog. He's visiting Logali as well with friends. He asked me to watch his dog while they are camping.
Raga/Any: Response
Kel: ::nodding toward Mork:: He's clearly not suited for camping. Frankly, I don't know what he's suited for. ::looking at Raga:: I think Sylara is a much more practical pet.
Raga/Any: Response
V'Len looked down at Mork once more.
Kel: I'm sure I could at least get him into the 47. Maybe after a lie down he'll be able to make it home without stopping every two minutes.
Raga/Any: Response
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V'Len was completely unsure what to do with the small mammal tethered in front of him. V'Len had seen a lot of things, but this creature was more bizarre than any fungi, sentient tree or cosmozoan he'd ever encountered. For starters it's ears were nearly as long as its stumpy legs, dragging on the ground whenever the canine lowered his head to sniff the ground, which was frequently. At times its front limbs landed on its ears causing it to stumble or take on a strange sideways gate until it corrected itself. It had a long body and enough which it's skin seemed to hang off of. V'Len felt certain there should have been two creatures given the amount of drooping exterior that was simply unfilled. It's fur was short, white on the botttom and posterior. The top of the creatures head was brown and this extended to the shoulders where the fur looked like a black saddle around the mid-section. At the creatures hips the fur turned brown once more. Mork from Ork was truly a strange creation.
V'Len had taken the canine, called a Basset Hound, to the arboretum for exercise. It seemed only nominally interested in chasing a disk, but did seem to enjoy sniffing around the vegetation. He had decided to head back to his quarters, but the dogs enjoyment of sniffing it's new environment had prompted V'Len to extend his journey to other parts of the ship. Now it seemed that Mork was tired and he stopped every few meters and sat, wide eyed to rest. Only a treat seemed to motivate the dog to keep moving and V'Len was rapidly running out of his supply. He was not savoring the thought of carrying Mork back to his quarters. It was at this point that he noticed Commander Raga coming down the hall toward him.
Kel: Good evening, commander. How are you?
Raga/Any: Response
Kel looked at Mork who was now flat on the ground leaning against a bulkhead.
Kel: This is Mork ::beat:: from Ork. It's my brother Kumel's dog. He's visiting Logali as well with friends. He asked me to watch his dog while they are camping.
Raga/Any: Response
Kel: ::nodding toward Mork:: He's clearly not suited for camping. Frankly, I don't know what he's suited for. ::looking at Raga:: I think Sylara is a much more practical pet.
Raga/Any: Response
V'Len looked down at Mork once more.
Kel: I'm sure I could at least get him into the 47. Maybe after a lie down he'll be able to make it home without stopping every two minutes.
Raga/Any: Response
Lieutenant Commander V'Len Kel
Chief Science Officer/Second Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
T239811VK2
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