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

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

Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) 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

“Not exactly,” Sisnil said. “I was.... borrowed by Starfleet. And not given a choice on whether to accept being… ‘borrowed’ or not.” He explained, a little cryptically, because he guessed she might not trust a ‘pirate’.

~ Zoi

Her brows drew together. “So your boss made you come help? Sorry. That’s not a fair shake. And you don’t have any work to do? No wonder you’re wandering around aimlessly.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“I am my own boss, I am my ship’s Captain.” Sisnil said firmly. “Commander Morris and his Starfleet brass goons made me come. And no, I’m not Starfleet, and have no pertinent skills, so I’m not doing anything specific.”

~ Zoi

She didn’t want to think about the implications of that. On many, many levels it was all wrong. She felt slightly ill over the things she didn’t want to think about.

He also seemed angry again. She should have stayed quiet. It seemed like simple conversation. Well not so simple, but safe. “My misunderstanding,” she mumbled. She looked past him again and then behind them. “Ummm, it… it’s your turn.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

He stepped forward and got some food for himself. Then stepped aside and waited for her. He wasn’t sure why, he just didn’t want to be alone he guessed. “You ummmm… You’re scared of me, aren’t you?”

~ Zoi

Deny it or admit it? What was the safer option? Was she scared? The ship was safe. If he wasn’t, he wouldn’t be allowed to wander about unescorted. She was being unfair, just because he was intimidating. While she thought it over she stepped up to the replicator and scanned through the offerings. She sighed, they didn’t have what she wanted. She had no idea how to program a recipe either. Well she knew the basics but she didn’t know the program for what she wanted. She sighed again and chose something else. It didn’t really matter, it was all nutritionally balanced and would fill her up and keep her healthy. That was a blessing. She took her tray and moved out of the way.

She didn’t have to be afraid of him. She was safe here. She would not be afraid. “No, you’re just very intimidating.” She was sure he was quite aware of that fact as well.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

He chuckled. As a five foot four skinny dude, ‘intimidating’ wasn’t a descriptor often used. Intense, sure. Dangerous, maybe. Intimidating? Not really. “Well, I guess I can’t help that.” He commented. “I’m.... sorry? I guess?”

~ Zoi

She shrugged again. It seemed to be her go to response when she was uncertain or slightly anxious. “No need to be sorry. You are who you are. Being intimidating is useful I imagine.” Maybe if she had ever learned how, she could have saved herself and the others. She glanced quickly at him, “Thanks for saying it, though.”

She stepped further out of the way of the crowd and scanned the area for an empty place. There didn’t seem to be one.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“Most people don’t think I’m that intimidating,” Sisnil admitted. “Commanding? Sure. Intense, sometimes. But how I look prevents ‘intimidating’.” He shrugged. “Don’t care either way. My crew respects me. That’s enough.”

~ Zoi

“Only fools think intimidating is proportional to physical size,” Dradvia said still looking around. She really didn’t want to eat aline in her quarters, but it looked like that was the only option today.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

That was Sisnil’s plan, to eat alone in his quarters. But he heard her thoughts, she was thinking the same. And didn’t want to eat alone. With how she seemed to feel about him, he didn’t think she’d feel comfortable being alone with him privately. “You know what I used to do, in school? I’d pick a spot in a quiet hallway and sit there and eat.”

~ Zoi