Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sivith Ch’shriaqes (Chief Engineer) in Starbase 243- Lounge (open)

Posted by Ensign Zoz-Eki-Ion. (Security) in Starbase 243- Lounge (open)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Sivith Ch’shriaqes (Chief Engineer) in Starbase 243- Lounge (open)
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As soon as the Memorial returned to Starebase 243 she docked and repair teams started patching her up though she only took minor damage Tralla wanted the ship in perfect shape meanwhile The Tribunal for Ensign Jean-François Chéreau was held and dealt with the Young Ensign getting sent off to a Penal colony

Now it was time for the crew of the memorial to get some newcomers and await their next orders

Memorial

Understanding that they might not get back to a Starbase for a while, the young Ensign decided he needed a break himself. He wondered off the ship and onto the starbase looking for a nice bar or lounge to sit in and relax.

Banner

Wendell was in one of several lounges. He was seated at a table near the window. And he was still dressed in his uniform, trying to decide what to have for food.

CSO

Wendell didn’t know what time it was. He spent long hours in the lab or on his bridge station. His mindset told him that it was just after breakfast. But he felt like it was time for dinner. He pondered this while trying to decide what to order to eat.

CSO

It was definately just past dinner. So it was that he ordered a nice ribeye steak. Medium rare. With a baked potato swimming in butter. And sauteed mushrooms and onions. With a talk glass of iced tea.

CSO

Sivith came in to eat and sat near Wendell with his large order of biscuits and gravy. He nodded at Wendell. “Morning good sir.”

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Zero was in the corner watching everything and eating his food.

Lt. Zero (CTO)

“Morning,” Wendell replied. “You’re our Chief Engineer, right? I’m sorry. I haven’t had a chance to check in on Engineering lately.”

CSO

“Yes. I am and don’t be sorry. I still haven’t checked in on Engineering! I just got here yesterday and finished processing in. I’ll be going there today finally after breakfast. Have you had this before? Humans call it biscuits and gravy and I loooove it.”

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“Biscuits and gravy, good stuff,” Wendell agreed.

Into the longe floated Zoz-Eki-Ion s/he wasn’t really under h/erm own power though as a couple of local children each had a tenticle and were dragging the squid like alien around behind them. The kids apparently grew bored of pulling Zoz around and abandoned h/erm just inside the enterance. Zoz for her part blinked a few times raised a tenticle towards each of the kids but dropped them again before they touched the children. “JUvenile humanoids, engaged me in play activity. Abrupt loss of interest indicative of incomplete diciplinary socialization. Notation to be continued after information gathering is completed. “, Zoz said to a padd held in another tenticle. As S/he was doing this she spotted a group of humanoids that looked familiar and floated over to them. “Greetings.”s/he said offering each a tenticle.

Ensign Zoz-Eki-Ion. Security.

Wendell shook a tentacle. “Hello,” he said. “Care to join us?”

CSO

Zoz clasped the hand offered and shook it but then held it longer than was typically comfortable for most humans, “It would be pleasing to be included in your gathering.” Zoz , said. Cheerfully. The use of inflection was still a ongoing exercise so it was more a what s/he hoped sounded cheerful and not exactly a cheerful tone.

Ensign Zoz-Eki-Ion. Security.

Sivith shook the tentacle as well. “Please. Have a seat. Have you tried this thing humans call biscuits and gravy? I think I’m going to love it here! It’s soooooooo good.”

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Zoz repeated the handshake and 6again did not seem to know when to let go. “It is preferrable to hover behind the chair if that is permissable. The humanoid anatomy emits gasses that transfer to the seating . My olfactory organ is located in a ring cluster around my feeding apature. Thus close proximity to seating used by humanois seat is somewhat overwhelming.”, s/he said her/m tone indicating that s/he feared s/he might be offencive.

Ensign Zoz-Eki-Ion. Security.

“That’s true. Very true. Would you like me to remove the chair out of your way first?”

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Zoz blinked then took hold of the chair with 8 tenticles , floated over it and lifted it. S/he rotated in place moved 3 feet backwards and placed the chair at another table, as s/he did this s/he said, “Regulations, ordinances and custom ard societal norms are that the junior officer acts to convienance the higer ranking officer. It is also customary for females to be slightly more prone to cater to the whims of males within humanoid societies. While such gender labeling does not strictly apply to my species as our anatomy makes us non binary in a manner. To be honest the languages of Humanoid multi gendered species do not contain terminology adequate to use to discribe gender within my species. The closest being hermaphrodite however that term carries a unwelcome association with a negative view that being both genders at the same time is improper. My spieces have formed the consensus that being multi gendered must be terribly inconvienant for both genders.”, and having done and said all of that s/he floated back to the spot where the chair had been.

Ensign Zoz-Eki-Ion. Security.

“Okay. I understand but I care for my troops and would not think that moving a chair for one would be beneath me. As humans like to say, we all put on pants. Except you don’t wear any. But do you see what I mean by we are both equal. We are not the same and not the same rank but we can at least be civil with each other and help each other out.”

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Zoz blinked and floated a bit lower so her eyes were level with the others. “It is comendable that you feel so. Lieutenant Ch’shriaqes. I will endever to permit you to act upon your belefs in future sir.”, and she looked over what the others were eating or drinking to get a feel for the mood of the gathering.

Ensign Zoz-Eki-Ion. Security.