Posted by Commander T’Leia (Executive Officer) in Pre-Sim: A Daring Proposition - Arrival to the Ship

Posted by Lieutenant Jharaas zh’Shiavik (MACO CO) in Pre-Sim: A Daring Proposition - Arrival to the Ship
OOC: This is to explain the reason behind her assignment, seeing as Andorians are, more often than not, Exchange. :)
First part will be before, second after the arrival.
IC:

“You called for me, Captain?”

A mesomophic creature, whose muscular limbs were shown beneath the thin fabric of her Guard-issued uniform, stood before a lean desk, whose occupant was situated just beyond the hard surface. Her eyes, while tainted by the fires of illmanner, portrayed a sense of reverence for the man whose position was far greater than her own. It was a matter of rank, something every Andorian had to learn the significance of, when they were but young children, dreams filled with the fantasies of their hellish home-moon. Thin, scarred hands were clasped behind the small of a pointed back, hair held back in a regulation wear, clothes untattered and placed formally about her shoulders. Her presence radiated strength, but his radiated power.

“Yes, Lieutenant.” The Andorian man, whose name she knew quite well, gestured for her to approach closer to his space. “I understand you have been performing above-average these last few weeks.”

“Indeed, sir.” Shia knew better than to question his motives or elaborate further on the reasoning behind this fact. It would only dig her a deeper hole, one she had no less a wish to find herself within, than anyone else would.

“Is there any specific reason why, now, you have stepped up your game? You already performed at proficient status. For what reaso did you choose to begin to work harder?” The Captain inquired, his gaze growing somewhat skeptical of the woman before him. “You are not trying to impress me, are you?”

“No, sir.” Shiavik knew where this was going. She had not increased her efficiency in search of a better position. It was simply a matter of energy and state of mind. “I merely—.”

“I hope you realise that these little games of yours aren’t going to get you any closer to gaining rank,” The Captain —Taris— informed. “We don’t choose rank based on simple proficiency.”

“I understand that, sir.” Shia informed, keeping her voice steady and without any chance for inflection. If she was going to try and get anything across, it would happen if she were not in complete control of her words.

“Then tell me, Lieutenant. What are you looking for, exactly? If it isn’t to gain rank, than why have you suddenly sparked your level?”

“I was merely intending to make use of my time, Captain. I have no use for further rank, no reason to impress anyone. My purpose is to serve the Imperial Guard as a member who is proficient in their work and will provide time as needbe. It was no measure of valiance, no measure of kissing up. Merely my wish to provide better accomodation to those around me— sir.”

His eyes studied her, taking in every ounce that was her skin being. His lip curled, his nose slightly twitching in the chill of the room, antennas activated by his consideration of her person. For several moments an eerie silence filled the room, causing Shiavik to question whether or not she had returned an answer to the question in a manner that was proper of it. She had always been one to speak what was on her mind, in spite of the chill she generally gave off to others. A part of her hoped she had not blown whatever chance was about to be given her. A chance, she wished to believe, was not just to do with her work ethic. After all, he hadn’t questioned this before.

“My apologies, sir. I—.” She was cut off by the wave of a hand, dark eyes grasping her own and never allowing them to leave the imprionment of their intensity.

“Do not alologize for your words, Guard. Never apologize for your words. You speak them and you own them. There is nothing more than that to it,” His voice had grown stern, nearly stoic in its inflection. An obvious insinuation of his displeasure towards her pathetic apology. Shiavik did not bow her head, she did not give a look of remorse, knowing quite well it would only anger him further. “Good. Now, if I may continue.”

A pause.

“The humans have come together with some kind of interstellar space travel— nothing new. They have their origanization of creatures— mostly humans and their Vulcan friends, that seem to be having all intentions upon exploring and understanding what is out there.” There was a slight huff in his words, “They are nothing more than a nuisance, a bug to be squashed, if you ask me, but it doesn’t seem the Andorian government is all too keen upon following whatever I think is proper.”

“What is this getting at, Captain?” Shiavik did not have the time to sit around and listen to him ramble on about the humans and their pathetic ways. Of course, she did not particularly enjoy some of their characteristics, but she was not adverse to working with them— if she had to.

“Impatient as ever, Shiavik.” A shiver ran down her spine at the use of her informal name, something the Captain did, she knew, for the startling effect. “The humans do not wish to fight with us, and I doubt the Vulcans would ever dare. At least, at this point in the game. Thus, they have inquired towards having an Andorian be an exchange officer aboard one of their vessels.. sort of like a little way to declare some kind of ‘neutrality’ or ‘peace,’ whatever they’re looking for.”

“And what would this exchange officer do, exactly?” She inquired, quirking a pigmentless brow high upon her head.

“I assume they would work close to what they are currently doing. For instance, you would probably continue working with their security sectors. Whatever those might be. I, in particular, do not know. I am merely a messenger from the higher ups, seeing as you work strictly for me.”

“You speak as though the choice of Officer happens to be me, Captain.” Shiavik was not positive if she liked where this conversation was heading.

“That is because it is,” Talis informed. “You are an efficient Guard, and you have proven that over these last few years. Surely, you aren’t no stellar member, but you are good enough to put your emotions behind and work with the humans. Not to mention, you seem the only in your group that would not wish to bite one of the human’s heads off because of some pathetic remark they have made about us or otherwise.”

Shia rose an eyebrow at what the man was saying, knowing it was his way of commending her work enough to allow her a new avenue of work. It would be fascinating, she knew, to be able to work with the humans, whatever that entailed. However, she assumed she would be meeting with someone else to give her the information as to what exactly this all meant. “I see. I do suppose it would be an enlightening experience to work with the humans. They are a rather peculiar species, despite being vexing at times. Although, maybe we can work towards ‘peace.’”

“You flatter yourself, Lieutenant.” The man rolled his eyes, “There will be a meeting with Captain Kiev, you and I, discussing more of what is going to be going on and what you can expect— from what we have been told. After that, it will all be up to your new commanding officer to give you any further information you need to know. I suppose you had better get reading on those starships, Lieutenant.”

“Consider it done, Captain.” She rose to her feet, watching as he gestured for her to leave the room. Inclining her head, she turned and briskly headed for the door.

“Working with humans, eh?” She muttered to herself, “That is not a chance you get everyday.” Silently, she made her way from his office and headed directly for her quarters, where she would spend the remainder of her evening reading further into what she knew of these ships.

—— SS Bonaventure ——

Such a conversation seemed as though it were months ago, when in fact, that was much a different story. Standing aboard the ship, where she was now assigned to be working with the humans, she found herself studying its interior, scrutinizing in hopes of finding any information of surroundings that might be helpful to her. Narrowing her eyes, she proceeded further, a bag draped over her shoulder, her intentions to find her quarters so she might be able to set things down and head to attend to meetings she knew were trivial to boarding members of any ship.

MACO, that was where she had been assigned. She knew about the organization, knew of its laws, regulations and the training most people went into for it. She also knew the slim differences between the Guard and the MACO organization. However, she found herself somehow doubting there would be much a slip. And if there was, judging by the humans she had met, she doubted they would be inapt to correcting whatever error she had made.

A part of her was almost excited to be there, to be able to exercise this opportunity and see how another species works. Another part was somewhat uncomfortable at the prospect of being surrounded by humans. Was she the only Andorian on this ship? D-mn. That was something she should have asked before she left the debriefing. Shaking her head, she pushed the thought away.

Navigating the halls, she furrowed her eyebrows, otherwise maintaining a stoic composition about her features. She was not void of emotion, merely uncertain as to what to expect from a shipload of illogical humans, and some Vulcans, from what she had been told.

Biting the inside of her lip, something invisible to he outside world, Shiavik held her silence, watching as crewmembers passed. Some gave her looked of confusion, as if they had never seen an Andorian before, which —somehow— she didn’t find to be surprising. Others focussed in conversations, work in their hands or traveling from point A to point B. If the ship would always remain as ‘quiet’ as it was at that moment, Shia knew she would grow bored.

Stifling a sigh in this environment, where she felt more out of place than a bumblebee in a swarm of butterflies, she navigated the halls, attempting to find any indication of where she was supposed to be going. Now, Shiavik was never one to be unprepared, but she doubted this occurrence wouldn’t be the exception to that somewhat OCD nature of hers.

Adjusting the bag about her shoulder, she ventured further into a new life, one she hoped to be better than it looked, in these resting moments.

Lt. Jharaas
Incoming MACO CO

OOC: On a crunch, checking in notes will be posted later.
- Trin

OOC: Beautiful post, well done!

Krys

“Lt. zh’Shiavik!” The name was actually pronounced correctly, albeit with an obvious human accent. The holler came from behind her as a man jogged up the hall from the direction of the landing bay. “I’m so sorry. Ma’am. I should have met you when you arrived. Ensign Bromine. Can I carry your bag? I’m to escort you to your quarters and answer any questions you have till you get settled in.”

The man had deep eyes of brown and hair off the same color that was close cropped in regulation still. He wore the colors of the MACO that she would recognize from her studies if get new position. He was checking her out as he came to a halt beside her, a hand out in offering of the bag. “Unless you’d prefer to get something to eat, first? The Captain is busy on the bridge, but there’s plenty to do before we get you before her.” He nodded off the ship in the direction of the bridge

His smile was genuine and not condescending. He seemed intrigued by the antennae, as any human would be. But to his credit he was looking into her eyes and not starting at them.

Ensign Bromine
MACO
((Npc for now))