Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith - In Theory

[Renaie Shortrith]

((Chief Science Officer's Office, Science Complex, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

Kel: Come!

Shortrith: Good afternoon, Commander. You still got time for the session?

Kel: :: shutting down his display:: Yes of course. As ever I seem to have gotten distracted, but I'm pleased to see you.

Renaie smiled at that, nodding acknowledgingly.

Shortrith: Good to hear.

Kel: Where do we start?

Shortrith: Let's start with the basics: How are you going?

Kel: ::glancing around the office:: Good, I think. I was certainly glad to get away from Ross-580 without a fight.

Shortrith: I'm sure the feeling is reflected through the crew. I take it you avoid them where possible?

Kel: As a rule, I generally shirk away from violence, but ::pausing:: I have found it necessary from time to time.

Shortrith: Fair enough. Any chance you could sort of tell me a bit more about yourself?

Kel: ::taking a deep breath:: Let's see, I'm a Trilldorian, but that wasn't intentional; I've had my cardiac muscle replaced with something we acquired off the black market; I have several voices in my head or at least in my stomach. Things are pretty stable.

oO Is he… brushing things off? Oo

Shortrith: So basically heart issues, an accidental species mix, and a joined Trill? That's… ::trying to find the right word:: Interesting.

Kel: ::shrugging his shoulders:: I suppose it's just another day in the life.

Shortrith: Those things aren't dissmissable, Commander. They're important to note.

Kel: Are they?

oO Did I overstep? Oo

Shortrith: If it's not too personal of a question, when was the accident?

Kel: Stardate 239410.25 aboard Cold Station 13. I believe it was 1415 hours.

Renaie was silent for a moment, letting the information sit.

Kel: I suppose something like that sticks in your mind.

Shortrith: It would. An accident of that magnitude would possibly be a permanent point in which one remembers. How did you feel when it happened?

Kel: What do you mean? I guess ::stopping:: I felt confused, scared. Everyone was running around there was a lot of chaos.

Shortrith: When an event that changes someone's life occurs, the brain tends to remember it as a critical thing that happened in one's timeline.

They stopped speaking as they noticed the second officer firmly place his palms on the table.

Shortrith: Are you okay, sir?

Kel: Oh I'm fine. My antennae are meant to help with balance, among other things, but when they get moving too fast they can cause some disorientation.

Shortrith: Is this… ::trying to find the right word:: a new thing? Were you off-balance?

Kel: They've always done this, maybe the Andorian and Trill physiologies don't quite mix right.

Shortrith: I haven't read anything about it, but that doesn't necessarily mean that something like that topic hasn't been researched.

They drifted off for a second, their nerdy brain doing its own thing.

Kel: Response

Shortrith: Apologies, I distracted myself. Anyway, back to the conversation at hand. How did you find yourself coping after this mission?

Kel: Response

Renaie nodded sympathetically.

Shortrith: Did you find any solace in the fact that the Niac and Raga from our timeline was still alive? I understand that any form of seeing people you care about explode usually causes significant distress, no matter if you see them alive later.

Kel: Response

[Tags/TBC]

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Lieutenant JG Renaie Shortrith, MD

Counsellor/Medical Officer

USS Ronin - NCC-34523

They/Them (Player and character)

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