Ensign T’Fearne - Nasal Cleansers & Vulcan Reflexes
Teayl Thorn
((OOC - I meant this to be a bit of a flashback to Luxa Lorana - Duty First, but it became a prequel for T’Fearne and Alieth to meet. Andrea, feel free to play it however you want. I left it so we can pick up the narrative in the Astrometrics lab, dovetailing into the end of First Duty.))
((The 47 Lounge - Deck 4 - USS Ronin))
She hadn't anticipated encountering anything as breathtaking as the pagoda. Nestled in the quiet flow of The 47 Lounge aboard the USS Ronin's Deck 4, T’Fearne found herself enveloped in the kaleidoscope of gold, red and blue hues reflected from its centrepiece. Leaning back against a cool seat on the outer edge, she cradled a pristine white porcelain cup, inhaling the rich aroma of her steaming coffee before savouring its warmth on her tongue. The Earth beverage served as both a nasal reset and fuel, fortifying her for the challenges ahead.
Reluctantly setting down the cup, T’Fearne hesitated, her fingers hovering over a message displayed on her padd. Her arrival at DS33 had quickly soured due to a misunderstanding in the Commerce Sector, where her attempt at Tellarite diplomacy had backfired. She had gone with her instincts and tried to deliver a cutting insult. The Tellarite had seemed even more offended at the sub-par result, and he was determined to escalate the matter further. Security had to intervene before she could extract herself. Despite her efforts to defuse the situation, the offended Tellarite threatened to escalate the matter to her ship's captain.
The station security message had been sympathetic and suggested that a face-to-face apology might appease the aggrieved traveller, potentially averting a formal complaint, a tarnish that could jeopardise her reputation aboard the Ronin. oOIt wasn't even my faultOo T’Fearne silently protested the unfairness of the situation, grappling with the embarrassment of being a newly appointed security officer unable to handle a simple altercation. Massaging her neck, oOGoddess, I need meditation tonight... or a bath. Perhaps there's one on the station...Oo
Her musings were abruptly interrupted as a figure seemed to materialise silently beside her. Her nervous system responded quicker than thought, propelling the padd in her hand towards the stranger's face, only to be deftly plucked from the air by a small, gloved hand. After a moment that felt like a Vulcan heartbeat, she recognised Lt. Cmdr. Alieth, the diminutive Vulcan officer whose dossier she had meticulously reviewed in her briefing on the Ronin's senior staff.
Alieth: Response
Springing to her feet and snapping to attention, ear tips flaming.
T’Fearne: Apologies, Commander. ::Dry swallow:: Your sudden presence elicited my involuntary response. Is there something I can do for you? oOPlease don’t read the message on that paddOo
T’Fearne couldn't help but admire how, in person, the commander exuded an aura of serene confidence despite barely reaching her chin in height. oOwith reflexes like that, I wonder if she does Sha’muraOo
Alieth: Response
T’Fearne: ::Relaxing her posture slightly:: I am pleased to meet you commander. ::respectfully inclined head tilt:: May I inquire about the nature of the assignment?
Alieth: Response
She felt a wave of relief as the commander eschewed a conventional Starfleet handshake in favour of a Vulcan nod, a culturally appropriate and efficient gesture. Reclaiming the returned padd, T’Fearne pushed aside her worries about the Tellarite incident and briskly trailed after the commander, descending deeper into the ship's core.
[Tags/TBC]
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Ensign T'Fearne
Security Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
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