Posted by Commander Ryder Raauhl (Executive Officer) in Somewhere on the Ship

“His designation is Fenrir. His AI is fully turned on. He and I have been getting him acclimated to the ship and crew today. He is much improved from the KAI-8 model.” Casela looked at him, “I’m not sure Cmdr. I’m sure I would......” and between picking up his personality and the crew manifest she’d barely looked at, “You’re Raauhl.” She schooled her face and swallowed her distaste. This was not the same Raauhl he looked different. And that Rauuhl had been Noa, not Ryder. If she smelled even the littlest bit of brandy on him she walked off that ship and out an airlock. She would NOT serve on a ship with that…that....that incompetent....interfearing....useless.....GAH! She would not! Her black eyes blazed just a bit, and her jaw clenched. She forced a breathe and glanced at Fenrir. The last thing she needed was his AI picking up on the bio readings of stress and aggression and set off his defensive program.

Feeling an odd sense of bitterness Ryder pushed down the thought with his mind his symbiote seemed to twist in his stomach at the mention of the name and a flash of memories and thoughts come into his head. It was clear from the sudden assault on his brain that the previous host did NOT like the woman he was standing in front of him. One particular moment arose of them arguing rather heatedly Noa calling her words he didn’t even know excited as an insult until now.

“Any relation to Noa Raauhl?” Please no. Let it be coincidence.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“He was my symbiote, previous host before he died.” He closed his eyes for a moment to banish as many of the thoughts and memories down, it was no easy task Noa really despised this woman. “It seems you two were not very fond of one another, though I can assure you that I am a different person.” As if Noa himself was screaming at him he struggled to fight the sensation to walk away and call her a mind intrusive Phsyco.

• Cmdr Ryder, XO

Casela just started, tight lipped. She heard the insults, again, as this Ryder’s or Rauuhl’s, or Noa’s memories surfaced and all her own anger surfaced. She stood there, totally at a loss for what to say. The anger building. Noa Raauhl was....Casela made an extreme effort to regain some semblance of control. Her heart pounded too hard and her breath too harsh, the adrenaline kicking in. She reached behind her back for one of her fans, but managed to stop herself. She knew Trill law, she’d examined it at length when she’d encountered Noa. Ryder was, supposedly a different person. Casela was very tempted to find out and take the information she wanted. But the sudden pain in her hand brought her back to reality. She’d cut her hand on the sharpened metal bone of the fan. She she shoved that hand into her pocket. She breathed, once, twice, thrice. But she still heard the word ‘Psycho.’

Observing the woman he knew from Noa’s memories that she was a Betzaed and all the emotions and thoughts that were surfacing were probably also surfacing in her mind, with one last mental block he pushed the memories aside and cleared his thoughts allowing her some peace, and himself. He would have to try harder in future to suppress Noa’s memories they weren’t enjoyable at all.

Casela scoffed, as if his emotions and thoughts had the ability to effect her. Her anger was her own. But in the back of her mind she recognized that Noa would not be so considerate of anyone, especially her, to ease someone’s discomfort.

“I assure you,” she ground out between her teeth, “I am no more psycho than Noa was, and I was a hell of a lot more cautious and compassionate than him. And I certainly did not crawl into a Yridian ale genie bottle and hide when things got hard.” She used all her concentration to not do anything truely stupid. She stood there waiting, but she wasn’t sure what she was waiting for.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Ah, that’s why I have the unintelligible thirst for a drink right now,” He said finally understanding why Yridian ale a drink he had never heard of before was now something always at the tip of his tongue. “If you know Trill law I can not apologies for my previous host’s actions but I can only hope through me your trust in my name, Raauhl will be restored as a Trill Noa was unlike most of us he is… difficult to understand” Ryder gave the woman a sorrowful gaze, “Walk with me, Lieutenant.” He turned and waited to see if she would follow him.

• Commander Ryder, XO
  Casela also noted that Ryder did not like Noa. His words didn’t say it but his emotions certainly did. She took a deep breath to stop the tunnel vision she was experiencing, and the next words popped out of her mouth. “Well if you are a different person, stay away from the alcohol. I don’t know of it was Rauuhl or Noa who liked it, but if you start acting like them…him, I’ll put a stop to it, any way necessary.” By the four gods, she’d just threatened a superior officer. Crap....oh well it wouldn’t be the first time. And it wouldn’t be the last.
  Casela could feel the remorse Ryder had about Noa. More like a black sheep of the family and not of his own actions. His mind clearly distinguished them as separate people. She hoped so because another Noa on this mission would put his own cowardice, fear, and worthless self preservation over all else. They needed at least one firm hand at command and Cobb wasn’t ready.
  When Ryder turned to see if she was going to walk with him she was struck, very suddenly by how attractive he was. And not just his looks. He carried his uniform, the rank and responsibility well. She could tell not just from the way he physically carried himself, but mentally was well. *Great…just what I need now. A good looking commander…” Casela began to walk with him, forgetting, momentarily, her hand bleeding all over her pocket.
  Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Extremely grateful she was able to put past them his previous host’s failures he walked for a moment allowing the peace that was the ships internal ambient noise surrounding them until finally, “How are you finding the ship and transition of a new posting?” He asked unaware of her internal struggles, he was now telepath and had to rely on good old fashioned intuition and reading of body language.

“My professional opinion? Command has put the entirety of their misfit list on this ship and is sending us on a suicide mission. Unfortunately for them, despite the apparent mismatch of the crew, command will be severely disappointed in our success.” Then she shrugged, “As for myself, I’ve never served with a crew. Small teams, solo missions. This is a very new experience for me.” She was going to have to work with…Rauuhl…Noa…no not Noa, or was he?....with Ryder, Cmdr Ryder Rauuhl rather closely because of the over lap of their jobs. He might as well know what he had to work with.

“You’re hand!” He said stopping seeing the unmistakable crimson glow that surrounded her pocket. “You should have said you had cut yourself, how did that even happen” The Trill asked looking around for any part of the ship that was jutting out and may have sliced her as they walked past.

• Cmdr. Ryder, XO

Casela looked down at her hand as she pulled it from her pocket. Well that’s worse than I thought “It’s alright, I’ve had worse.” His obvious and genuine concern putting her more at ease with his position but still confusing with who he is, or was, or....not anymore? With her right hand she began reaching into the multitude of pockets (that she’d added to her uniform) and removing items from them and placing them either on the other side of her jacket, internal and external pockets, or into loops and pockets at her belt. And there were A LOT and mostly hand to hand weapons of some kind. Once they were empty she ripped a long strip from her jacket lining. She expertly wrapped it around the lower part of her palm and then tying it off with her fingers and teeth. “It’s fine now.” Seeing him look around, “I can assure you I didn’t do it on a bulk head. That would be more embarrassing than the truth.” Casela looked around for Fenrir. “Fenrir, passive mode.” She reached behind her back, grabbing one of the fans and pulling it out. With the smallest flick of her wrist the fan popped open with a loud explosive sounding reverberation that was sudden and shocking. “I cut it on this. I’ve had worse cuts from these, but not in a long time.” She snapped it closed with another small flick of her wrist and then tossed it in the air, flipping it around so the handle faced Ryder. “Careful, the spines are razer sharp, but the handle is safe enough.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS/KAI9 Handler