Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in The Second Meeting

Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in The Second Meeting

Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in The Second Meeting
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Sisnil was in the galley getting food. Disinterested in socializing with the crew, he fully intended to return to his quarters to eat his depressing, Not-Vash’s-Cooking meal in peace. But apparently it was ship supper time because the galley was busy and getting his food took forever.

~ Zoi

So much for a quick all in one check in. Not that Dradvia minded. It kept her mind solely on the work. She entered the Galley and looked around. The line was long for the two replicators, but she had to wait. It wasn’t like she had an option of getting food in her room. Not that she wanted to be alone in her quarters.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Right behind him in line was… The Risan from earlier. What a coincidence. Sisnil turned around. “It seems the gods like the idea of us meeting.” He said, looking at her.

~ Zoi

Dradvia looked up, wary, how in the world was he right there? Except she was behind him in line so he hadn’t followed her. “You didn’t strike me as the type to believe in fate.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“Fate? No. Fate and gods are two different things,” Sisnil replied with a shrug. He picked up on her wariness. Did she really think he’d follow her around? Heh. “Ready for the food? Trust me, it’s depressing.”

~ Zoi

It wasn’t that she really thought he would follow her around. She was just having an off day. Everything seemed to be setting her on edge. It wasn’t the man’s fault. She shrugged again, “Is it really though? Fate means that things are inevitable. Isn’t a god putting things in motion also inevitable? If they are, all powerful, that is.”

“Betazoids don’t believe our gods are all powerful.” Sisnil replied with a shrug. “They exist to guide us, but they aren’t all powerful or all knowing.”

She rocked her head at him, a hint of something flashed, “If they aren’t all powerful or all knowing then how and why would they want us to keep running into each other?”

“Look, I don’t know, I didn’t come here to have a philosophical debate about my religion,” Sisnil said, annoyed.

She withdrew into herself. There was an overwhelming urge to apologize, minimize the consequences. She tapped down on it. She didn’t have to do that here. She changed the subject instead.

Dradvia peeked around him. “I guess compared to some. I don’t mind it. I guess you are used to fresh and professionally cooked?” At one time, she hated replicated food too. But after being fed inedible scraps or going hungry for days, you appreciated it.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“Not professionally, but fresh cooked, yeah. I have a- friend. That cooks.” There was a lonely and sad expression on his face quickly hidden away. “Whatever. I’ll get used to it.”

~ Zoi

“You haven’t seen them in awhile?” She asked. Compassion filled her. She knew what that was like. She missed Kryssa.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil shook his head. “My crew… My ship. They’re out there somewhere, and they don’t know where I am. I don’t even know if they know I’m alive. I have a twin - but we must be far far away because I can’t feel him out there.”

~ Zoi

His crew and his ship? Her stomach churned slightly. “Why don’t you just send them a message? Was your ship attacked or lost?”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer