Posted by Lieutenant Thalos ch’Ravik (Chief Of Security) in NE Merriadoc Patrolling the ship

Posted by Lieutenant Thalos ch’Ravik (Chief Of Security) in NE Merriadoc Patrolling the ship
NE Merriadoc was patrolling the corridors near Engineering. He had been told that the ship had aliens onboard called the Shirain or something like that , he was still relatively inexperienced being only 25yrs old , he didn’t want to come across these alien beings, it was at the moment he rounded the corner and there they stood looking at one of the LCARS panels, One of the aliens.

His hand instinctively drifted toward the phaser on his belt before he caught himself.

()Easy Merri, You’ve already been informed they aren’t hostile, don’t be the one to start an interstellar incident()

()Bugger this , I’m outta here, they were never here()

He thought to himself as he did a 180, then suddenly stopped himself , this was his opportunity to find out more about these alien beings and the city he had heard the Merrimack had docked with and a good chunk of the senior staff including the Captain, XO and his own boss the COS had gone to investigate, he slowly approached the alien .

“H-Hello, I’m Ensign Merriadoc, can I help you with anything?”

OOC: The brackets are him speaking to himself, for some reason I couldn’t find a better way, If anyone has any advice on this, I would appreciate it, someone did post about it awhile ago.

Lieutenant Thalos ch’Ravik
Chief Of Security
USS Merrimack

The figure standing before the LCARS interface was tall and powerfully built, encased in unmistakable Shiarian battle armor. Interlocking plates of dark obsidian alloy covered his torso, shoulders, and arms, their surfaces etched with intricate crystalline patterns that shimmered with faint amethyst and silver highlights whenever the corridor lighting struck them. The broad pauldrons and high gorget gave him an imposing silhouette, while a long, dark cape hung from the back of the armor, stopping just above the deck.

Unlike Starfleet uniforms, every piece of the armor appeared both ceremonial and functional. Thin channels of pale blue light flowed through the engraved crystalline veins, pulsing softly in time with the harmonic resonance that seemed to accompany all Shiarian technology.

Third Officer Serev Kael stood motionless before the LCARS panel, studying the unfamiliar interface with quiet fascination rather than attempting to operate it.

At the sound of hesitant footsteps, he slowly turned.

His silver eyes settled upon the young ensign. There was no hostility in his expression—only composed curiosity.

“You announce yourself before offering assistance,” Serev observed in careful, accented Federation Standard. “Your people place value upon courtesy, even when uncertain.”

His gaze briefly flicked toward Merriadoc’s hand, which had instinctively drifted near his phaser before returning to the ensign’s face. “You were concerned.”

There was no accusation in the words, merely observation. “I understand. We are unfamiliar to one another.”

A faint smile touched his otherwise stoic features. “I am Third Officer Serev Kael, attached to Over-Captain Vreth’kan Taruun’s delegation. My companions continue their cultural exchange elsewhere aboard your vessel. I wished to better understand how your ship… thinks.” One armored gauntlet gestured toward the LCARS display.

“Your computers do not sing to one another as ours do. They communicate through light and ordered symbols. It is… elegant in a different way.” He folded his hands behind his back, the armor moving almost silently despite its substantial appearance.

“I have also been attempting to understand your crew. They appear disciplined, yet many carry concern for those who descended to Vey’lan.” His silver eyes met Merriadoc’s once more. “That concern speaks well of your people.”

After a thoughtful pause, Serev inclined his head.

“You serve in Security, do you not? Then perhaps you can satisfy one of my own curiosities.” He glanced briefly down the corridor before returning his attention to the young officer.

“How does one protect a people while ensuring they do not come to fear those sworn to protect them?”

It was an earnest question, posed not as a challenge, but as one officer seeking the perspective of another.

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