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Post by multificionado on Oct 12, 2019 13:20:07 GMT
[Mister Gecht | Chelon Accommodations| Deck Four | Starship Discovery NX-04 | In orbit of Archer IV] Attn: Syrano, nyuura “Ah, here we are,” Gecht said, having guided Syrano and the Major to the attendant's accomodations, and opened the door. About a couple of meters away was a glass wall, which was part of the water tank inserted inside. A stairway led upward for the entire view to take in. As with the MACO module, the accommodations for the Chelons aboard originated from a part of the ship. In this case, the whole room used to be a cargo bay. During Discovery’s refit, Gecht had requested permission to set up a water-based environment, and the bay was big enough. Of course, more cargo bays were set up around the ship anyway, and the one he picked was damaged enough; the bay doors were welded shut, thus eliminating the worry Gecht had that anything would unexpectedly be sucked into space. In any case, the cargo bays in the main saucer section were a little more roomy since the old grapplers were replaced by tractor beams. And it also extended into one or two quarters and connected to one of the bathroom areas for the enlisted personnel, but that was totally fine; every pool area had bathrooms and shower areas to wash off any chlorine and other disinfectants they picked up from swimming. Once he had full reign of the area, Gecht and his attendants turned the cargo bay into a miniaturized jungle of a swamp, with a vast water tank and other water holes for just sitting in. They even brought their own water generator with them, so that there wouldn’t be a need to use water from the ship’s water storage, given it was needed for the reclamation systems. The holes were warm, and sometimes warm enough to double as jacuzzies. In fact, the entire area was moist and humid, also from their water generator, enough to accommodate the Chelon preferences for heat and moisture. The Chelons even brought their own greenery to contribute to making a jungle out of their accommodations. Literally. There was soft grasses, artificial moss that floated on the tank like it was an island, even a few small palm trees. The need for disinfectants in the water was due to the fact that a lot of the crewmembers had taken an interested in the pool area. At first, various intruders would flock to the pool, and every time, Gecht send them to decon. When Commander Saugn took an interest in the pool area, Gecht had to relent. If she was going to ask him permission, he could hardly say no. Not to mention it would only encourage more people to show up. As a result, Gecht relented to Commander Saugn, but he laid some conditions: That none of the crew swim into the Chelons’ section of the pool, nor bother them when they were swimming. He even allowed one of his warm watering holes literally into a jacuzzi. To ensure nobody strayed in, Gecht set up a forcefield separating part of the pool area to allow for swimming among the crew when they were off duty. The reason for it was because people carried germs that can be released among the water, hence the use for disinfectants in water. The force field kept such germs out, so as to not bother Gecht and his attendants when they were swimming in their own part of the pool. To get in the accommodations, space was given for a stairway to ascend and reach the “beach.” The elevation was another reason Gecht chose an old cargo bay: Elevation was key for the right amount of swimming. Naturally, splashing and waving led to water splashing out of the pool. It was why the maintenance crew tended to complain about the water that tended to leak from his area. Gecht was sure that Commander Saugn wasn’t regarding the complaints at all. The maintenance crew was a minority compared to the rest of the crew. Gecht was sure Syrano’s own bacteria wouldn’t hurt the Chelons, given the disinfectants were everywhere in the pool area, but Gecht planned on giving Syrano one of the water holes in the area. He led Syrano up to the top of the jungle of a beach for him to take in. “Welcome to our humble abode,” said Gecht in an introductory way, extending his arms out in the way he had seen humans make presentations. So far, Gecht had seen only one or two Chelons, his own attendants, taking a rest or swimming, and a handful of other crewmembers who were off-duty taking a swim in their designated area. Of course, he saw some on-duty personnel checking on his humidity systems, among other things. “I know what you’re thinking,” Gecht smiled at Syrano. “’How did you manage to get all this moisture in?’ Well, it’s simple: there’s a generator that provides all our water needs, even for the humidity. The generator creates and maintains an artificial water cycle in a way. You see, the water cycle is a simple process: Water is evaporated by heat or light from a sun,” he adds, gesturing at the lights on the ceiling that came with the generator, which also doubled as a heater, the light of a sun brought into the small confines of a starship, “which eventually condenses into a vapor. That vapor eventually generates water droplets, which is where any form of rain comes from. That rain accumulates into a water body, and then the process starts all over again.” He gestured at a low haze under the lights. The haze was also kept in a force field; air generated water when it was cool, and since heat was essential to the Chelon environment, Gecht confined the cool air into a forcefield, and a small funnel in the forcefields allowed the water to drop through. “You don’t need to worry about contaminating the water,” Gecht continued. “As I said, the water tank has various disinfectants to ensure any harmful germs contaminate the water. However, you can choose your own water hole to allow your bacteria to accumulate.”
He hoped the accommodations will be to Syrano’s liking. == OOC Note: Tag to Syrano and nyuura. Seeing how positioning of the posting is causing some confusion as to what goes where, I am making this separate thread taking place on the ship so action can continue planetside in the main Chapter 2, while the setting of 2B is focused around Syrano and any playable characters still aboard. nyuura, you can start posting as Ekio in the spa if you wish, having her inspect, and admire, the Chelon water cycle generator before going back to regular duties. I will show what the Chelon accommodations will look like later. == |
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Post by nyuura on Oct 13, 2019 23:58:24 GMT
Ekio had not been on the Discovery for very long, bit she had found it to ba a fun and exciting place. She was always working on something on interesting or new. It kept her own her toes.
Her current project was working on the humidifier/dehumidifier designed to reclaim water and use it again. It was a piece of tech not overly new, but it caused enough problems to keep her busy. The simple excess of moisture on such a ship caused problems. It was enough to try and keep the moisture from the ships electronics.
But she wasn't one to argue with the boss lady and she said that the old cargobay was gonna be a spa, so it was, even if it keept the maintenance crew very busy, and being only a tech, it kept her busy.
Her current task was making sure it was working correctly, or at least drawing from ship power correctly as she wasn't allowed to open the "water generator" and mess with that. The turtle thing did that.
She paused and looked up when the ambassador came in and with a new aloen. She was not expecting any more we ater based aliens. It was weird looking. Like some deep sea slug walking on land. It looked slimey.
She got to her feet and walked over. "Good morning ambassador!" She said with a big smile. "Do we have guests?"
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Post by multificionado on Oct 14, 2019 3:07:23 GMT
[Mister Gecht | Chelon Accommodations/Spa | Deck Four | Starship Discovery NX-04 | In orbit of Archer IV] attn: nyuura, syrano Gecht chuckled when the Deltan crewwoman, Ekio, he remembered her name being, referred to him as “ambassador.” He technically wasn’t an ambassador, he was merely a civilian volunteer, an engine specialist who was appointed assistant chief engineer, given the need of manpower aboard the Discovery, not to mention the need for representation from members of the Coalition of Planets. He tended to chuckle a little whenever he was referred to as “ambassador.” Not to mention whenever that happened, he tended to think, Just because Doctor Phlox was the chief medical officer of the NX-01, it technically didn’t make him an ambassador. If anybody should’ve been the “ambassador,” it ought to have been the Vulcan, given she was a former member of Soval’s staff.In any case, it wasn’t morning, either, but it hardly mattered to him. With an air of polite gentleness, he replied, “My salutations to you as well, Crewwoman Ekio. And, technically, I’m not an ambassador,” he added with a polite smile, “I’m just a mere assistant chief engineer and engine specialist.” Looking back at Syrano, Gecht made introductions. “And, well, just one guest for now. This is Syrano, by the way. And Syrano, this is Crewwoman Ekio, from the planet Dhei of the Lta star system, though they’re commonly known as Deltans. Not necessarily human, but the majority of the crew happen to be. Most of the aliens here are specialists, helping out the ship in time of war. “But regardless of any wartime circumstances that may arise, I can help you be as comfortable as you can possibly get while you’re our guest here,” he finished. He then gestured at the individual watering holes, each smaller than the big inflatable family-sized pools commonly seen in human backyards (particularly neighborhoods around his condominium in Glendale), but particularly bigger than jacuzzis. “Now,” he continued, “if I may draw your attention to these watering holes. My attendants use them as living conditions, but we have a few extra, especially in my quarters, which are similar to these accommodations, but in miniature. You can choose one of the extra ones if you wish; they’ll be distinguished by the ones with the clean water, the occupied ones will have bits left over from shedding their shells. Or you can have the spare in my quarters, if you prefer private accommodations. Granted, it doesn’t have as much water in here, but it it’s in just the right amount for aquatic beings to relax. But this place is always here if you need it, especially for a good swim. Just let me know of which you prefer.” He then turned back to Crewwoman Eiko and asked, “How’s the generator holding up? I noticed you were making an inspection. I have to say, you’ve got a good eye for engineering, Crewwoman.”
==OOC Note: For the next post, syrano, have your character make the water hole of his choice, whether among the Chelon attendants or in Gecht's private quarters. You can especially have Syrano go for a swim if you'd like to. Also, my next post here, once you posted, will be in the Major's perspective, given he's authorized to negotiate with Syrano. To nyuura, excellent first post. Feel free to post again, though you can wait for syrano to post again if you prefer, and when it's convenient for you next. ==
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Post by syrano on Oct 15, 2019 13:56:04 GMT
[Oto Syrano | Chelon Accomodations | Deck Four | USS Discovery ]
This abominable thing that lead him around seemed to consider him like a friend. Syrano did not like it. He did not like Major-Anson-Claudius following with him. He did not like the taste of the ship’s air and he did not like that everything was so dry and bland. He wondered if he should have stayed on the planet, because everything about this experience was miserable.
First of all, he did not like that the cargo bay was being used as a pool. How stupid, how foolish…! The minute the ship suffered any structural damage, what would be the first to fall? Areas on the outermost section of the ship. Areas like docking or cargo bays. But Syrano tried to keep his temper in check, perhaps this species was simply less advanced than his own. Despite the fact they had actual teleportation technology, and Pallucia had nothing even close.
He did not like the jungle area in this particular cargo bay. He was unfamiliar with any of the plants. They were green, mostly, and in shapes and textures he didn’t fully understand. He didn’t like it one bit.
He also did not like the strange, shimmering force-field that separated the pool. His kind had developed force fields a long time ago, and he knew that the second the power went out, diffusion would begin. He wasn’t able to tell which side of the pool would make him sick off the bat, but apparently at least one would, or else there’d be no force field.
He did not like how Gecht gestured to this area as if it were some grand, wonderful paradise. How could the creature before him think of it as such when it was ever so clearly a disaster waiting to happen!
He did not like Gecht either. The creature tried to explain to him, Syrano, highly educated, a Master in his field, about the water cycle. This was elementary school knowledge. Children knew this. Did Gecht see him as a child? Or was he simply so mentally deficient that the water cycle appeared to him as advanced knowledge? To add insult to injury, Gecht refused to introduce him with his full title. Horrific manners! He ought to be glad that Gecht was not an actual ambassador, or Syrano would despair at the state of negotiations in this strange world.
And worst of all, he did not like the water. Gecht explained that the water had disinfectants. The ones that did not were so small that Syrano would not have space to effectively swim in any of them. No planning, no forethought. Syrano could feel his head ache with the stress of associating with creatures of lower intelligence. Another creature approached at this time, and blessedly, they did not have the revolting fiber strands atop their head. Ekio, as their name would be, was still a strange sight to see. No bright colors, her skin had no mucus…
“You have great fortune, creature known as Gecht.” He began, his hands rubbing his temples and his cerata beginning to stand up on ends with the stress, “I am a forgiving sort of Pallucia, and your wanton insults to my intelligence will be disregarded this time. Perhaps you are simply not used to considering the needs of creatures not yourself. That is fine. You will learn. For one, my name is Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo. You will use this name when introducing me, at the minimum, for my title is important. Secondly, disinfectants will kill me. I am flattered by your attempt to assassinate me so early on in our relationship, but I assure you, there is no need. Thirdly, your ‘holes’ as you so elegantly refer to them are small, cramped. If you were to look at me,” He gestured to himself, seven feet tall easily, his skirts wide enough to take up an entire family pool if he bothered to stretch them out, “Then you might realize that I am far too large. Lastly…”
”I do not understand this word you used. Ekio is a Crew-woman--what is this woman? A status of some sort?”
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Post by multificionado on Oct 15, 2019 15:00:35 GMT
[Major Anson Claudius | Chelon Accommodations/Spa | Deck Four | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: Syrano
How the tables have turned, Turtle, Anson thought, smiling smugly at Gecht. Obviously, Syrano was smarter than he looked; Anson could vividly see how offended his Excellence was. If it was possible for Syrano to redden his face hot enough to fry a steak, he would’ve. For once, Gecht was the one stuck in the awkward moment, rather than being the cause of bringing such awkwardness upon his conversationalist or the subject he heckles…in this case, it was Anson, who had endured Gecht’s criticisms – for want of a better word – long enough.
Much as he would’ve loved to relish how awkward things have gotten for the Turtle, Anson came in to explain things further and hopefully calm him down.
“It’s a reference of rank, Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo,” Anson explained, remembering to use Syrano’s full title in an attempt at being respectful. “Crewwoman, or crewman, is one of the lowest rankings on the ship. On Starfleet ships, ranks advance from crewman to ensign, to Lieutenant, and so on, right up the highest rank of the ship: The Captain. Of course, I’m a member of more military personnel. My rank is that of a Major, equivalent to a Starfleet commander, but I’m sure you know plenty about rank.
“You have a valid point, Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo,” Anson continued, turning his eyes at Gecht. “It’s a good thing Mister Gecht here isn’t an ambassador. We’d be at war with a dozen more alien races with him on the loose.”
Seeing Gecht narrow his eyes and purse his lips (or what passed for them), Anson pressed on.
“Honestly, I’m surprised at you, Gecht. As much as there’s plenty of swimming space, it’s unsuitable for Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo. Now, you’ve got bigger holes here in your private accommodations,” he continued; he remembered seeing them when he visited Gecht’s private quarters once. “In fact, I distinctly recall that most of your private quarters consist mostly of water. Particularly big enough for Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo here. And with actual clean water, no disinfectants, completely vacant, big enough for him to swim. If not, we can always set one up in one of the spare crew quarters; we can turn the whole space into a clean pool if we have to.”
Anson raised a hand to forestall any of Gecht’s objections. He distinctly remembered something similar in miniature in Gecht’s quarters, except unlike the pool in the “spa,” it consisted of floating islands designed to accommodate visitors doing private business with Gecht. Well, actually Gecht's quarters were adjacent to the pool, which was a former water storage tank, but was too damaged from Discovery's battle with the Romulans to be used for the reclamation systems. As such, Gecht renovated it into a decorative pool, modeled after his own Chelon flats back in the Rigel system, where he can meet with contacts, not to mention be a decorative conference room. The pool was “just for show,” as he recalled Gecht saying, but he was sure it was the kind of water that Syrano needed. And that pool also looked to be particularly deep and big enough for someone as tall as Syrano to swim comfortably in. Not to mention Anson was sure that Gecht and his fellow Turtles didn’t need swimming holes to sleep in, let alone rest; they simply slip themselves back into their shells like normal turtles.
Turning back to Syrano, he added, “My apologies for following you around as well, Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo, but I am authorized to negotiate, after all. Once we get you settled in, then we can resume negotiations.”
“You? Authorized to negotiate?” Gecht burst out in surprise.
“Ah’m one of the ranking officers of this ship, mind yeh,” said Anson sternly at the Turtle, “I’m authorized to negotiate as much as a Starfleet captain or executive officer would, so arse out of the negotiations when they happen. And yeh better have something good for our guest.”
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Post by nyuura on Oct 15, 2019 16:47:14 GMT
Ekio looked from the tutrle-like one to the fishy one. She could tell rhat something was going on, but she wasn't sure what.
"I was just making sure the humidity control unit was functioning properly. I could do more if I could open it, but your aids keep telling me not to," she replied to the tutrle-like on, folding her arms. She worked on the maintenance crew quite a bit and this whole room had caused her no end of stress. She didn't like the open water, she didn't like how much power it drained for the forcefields, a still untested piece of equipment, and she really didn't like the fact that water was leaking into the jefferies tubes. She didn't know what the captain was thinking allowing such a thing. It was more trouble than it was worth.
She glanced the the MACO and eyed him skeptically. What in the world was wrong with the command here? It seemed like they were a-okay woth all the water. It annoyed her. But then again, as the Major said, she was one of the lowest ranking members of the ship. If she had syayed on Delta 4, she would have been somebody. She had hoped to spend time with humans and other aliens, but since she had come aboard it had been work work work.
"Maybe it would be better to ask? Or maybe get a sample of the natural water our guest has been staying in and try and replicate it," she propised cautiously. The last thing she wanted to do was speak out of turn.
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Post by multificionado on Oct 15, 2019 22:11:52 GMT
[Mister Gecht | Chelon Accommodations/Spa | Deck Four | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: syrano, nyuura
Before Gecht could actually make a response, an impression in his mind stopped him. He looked around, taking in everything. It was perfectly evident that Syrano didn’t like the accommodations, and judging from Crewwoman Ekio’s tone of voice, the Deltan didn’t seem to like it either.
He distinctly recalled the criticisms he had gotten, at first, from Commander Saugn, not to mention her superiors. He remembered how everybody pointed out that it was a bad idea to use up so much water when it should be used for the storage containers and the reclamation systems. Leaks were the least of their worries; there were lots of worse cons about so much water and humidity than leaks. For one thing, the amount of water winding up floating all by itself if the ship’s artificial gravity goes out. The greatest concern mentioned was that, given he chose the cargo bay to convert into a miniature environment for himself and his attendants, would that one simple puncture in the right place and the whole kaboodle would be sucked out into space. Water, trees, moss, everything.
Gecht, however, had anticipated such responses, though these responses he had heard were a lot harsher than previous responses and criticisms made by the other Rigelian races, the Jelna and the Zami, when the Chelons came up with similar environs for space in the past. Naturally, he knew he chose a cargo bay to convert his accommodations, or spa, as everybody else called it. He had pointed out that the particular cargo bay he had chosen was damaged after Discovery’s battle with the Romulans. For one, the cargo doors were extremely damaged; the opening mechanisms were fried, and the way the doors were skewed, if they were opened at all, the doors would be blown apart from all the air blowing out, so fragile as they were after receiving a pounding from the Romulans. Gecht promised Starfleet personnel extreme precautions, making assurances that he will do everything he could to ensure the safety of the area.
In that regard, he requested the Tellarite personnel taking part in retrofitting Discovery with its powerful new armor to add some extra plating below the spa, and at the same time, renovated the bay to remove the doors and completely seal it with more plating, nothing that plenty of welding can do. He took things from there once the bay was completely sealed. He even brought his own shield generator, from one of his family ships, and erected a shield bubble around the bay as an extra precaution.
He also anticipated concerns that he’d be wasting water when it was needed for the reclamation systems. His response was that he didn’t need the reclamation water at all; that’s where his water cycle generators came in. He had an additional generator in private quarters, and a couple of additional spares, stored away and standing by in the event the generators malfunctioned. Of course, much as the Starfleet personnel can inspect them, only the Chelons knew how they truly worked, and as such, were the most qualified to repair them. He could understand if Ekio wasn’t allowed to pop it open.
Naturally, most of the Starfleet personnel were quite critical about it at first, but they were all taken in once Gecht was through with the place, even Commander Saugn. However, leaks still occurred. Water tended to splash into the corridors, which naturally led to complaints by the maintenance crew. But Syrano’s criticisms brought a whole new light to Gecht.
As offended as he usually was with Major Claudius, Syrano calling the disinfectants for the swimming area for anybody not a Chelon an attempt at an assassination offended Gecht somewhat. But then the thought occurred to him that while the disinfectants were designed to prevent any water-born illnesses and diseases in swimmers, they would potentially have a negative impact on Syrano; for all Gecht knew, chlorine, just to name one such pool disinfectant, would kill Syrano. He just knew nothing about his species.
“I….see your point,” said Gecht, getting over his offense. “My apologies, Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo. I didn’t realize that these wouldn’t be suited for you…and I forgot how tall you were.”
He followed the Major’s example of using the title; at least it saved him the trouble of trying to come up with some sort of title to address him as, given Syrano is nobility. Not to mention that he had gotten used to towering above other humans, he didn’t give a thought that Syrano was as tall as he was.
Gecht then looked around at the watering holes.
“You raise plenty of excellent points,” he continued. “We probably don’t know if you’ll respond well to disinfectants. And you have a point that the holes are too small for proper swimming. And Crewwoman Ekio, you have a point, as well. As does the Major. My private accommodations has a pool of clean water next to it; it hasn’t been used. It’s mostly for show.”
Gecht’s own quarters were similar to the spa. It had a tank, though it was seldom used. Like the cargo bay when it was converted to the Chelon spa, the storage tank that became Gecht’s decorative pool was badly damaged in Discovery’s battle with the Romulans. It was disconnected from the other storage tank and its connection to the reclamation severed. Gecht never knew what to do with it, and as such, he extended the tank to reach the deck below, where the deflector dish used to be (the deflector dish being moved to the new section of the ship added in Discovery’s refit). In fact, Gecht’s private living accommodations were only really adjacent to the expansive room he and his attendants made with the Starfleet engineers; past his quarters was an expansive space, a mixture of observation lounge and conference room, at least at the end of the room. Stretching from it was a bridge above a big pool, not as big as the spa, but still expansive anyhow; the idea was to have a very scenic area during crew conferences and negotiating parties, as well as celebratory parties as well. The idea behind it was to provide a calming effect from the still water, especially with the war going on, bringing about anxiety to people. Gecht even heard that people who lived near an ocean felt less stress.
Plenty of adjustments had to be made, of course. The hull polarization generator in the deck had to be moved to the deck below, for one thing.
However, beyond that, and providing a decorative glass setting in his two-deck flat that he made, he felt that area to be a little redundant, but he didn’t know what to do with it. Now that he realized that Gecht needed clean water, free of disinfectants of any sort, he realized he had the perfect place, though he figured some curtains would be needed over where the conference table can be…though when he realized it, senior officer meetings tended to take place near the bridge; the lounge he made was rarely used.
“I think I can finally make use of that area,” he added. “I’d be glad to show it to you; it’s not far from here. You’ll like it better than this place, though I can provide if you wish. And perhaps we could use a sample of the kind of water you’re accustomed to.”
==OOC Note: Apologies for the wordiness, but something particularly descriptive is in order for the renovated NX-class, especially from Gecht’s influence. ==
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Post by syrano on Oct 20, 2019 3:30:21 GMT
[Oto Syrano | Chelon Accomodations | Deck Four | USS Discovery ]
“I see. Woman is a rank below…below Men, is that the word?” Strange words. Fortunately, the ranking system appeared to be based on biology. He could tell, between Claudius and Ekio, which was the Men and which was the Woman. Woman has no head-fibers, of course. This Men and Women were obviously of the designation Crew, which meant their particular ranks served aboard a starship. Made perfect sense. He stepped away from the bickering creatures, the Men and…Woman, that is what Gecht was? Regardless, he stepped away from them to closer inspect Ekio, bending forward, his cerata squirming like worms across his head.
“And you are woman? Ranked below Men? Ah, but you are clever. Do you hear, Major-Anson-Claudius and…you.” He gestured vaguely at Gecht. He knew his name, but wanted to impress upon Gecht how insignificant he was.
“Woman here has suggested you collect a sample of the water I was in before. Or simply ask. A novel suggestion. Requesting for information from me. Communication.” The sarcasm dripping from his words heavy. He began to return towards Gecht. His tone sounded sharp, accusing. “How intelligent are we, that the suggestion must first come from one of lesser ranking before it is considered. Furthermore, I find it deeply surprising, and even upsetting that it is this lesser creature who was the first to make a suggestion. Or perhaps, even more surprising, it was simply the first time anyone had listened, hm?” For a time, he simply stared at the reptilian. Driving the point home. Then, he eased his gaze and turned to glance at Ekio.
“Woman, what is your name and title? And do you find that your superiors often listen to your intelligent suggestions, or are you more often than not ignored?”
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Post by multificionado on Oct 22, 2019 13:09:32 GMT
[Mister Gecht | Chelon Accommodations/Spa | Deck Four | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: syrano As Gecht took in Syrano’s words, he pursed his lips – or what passed for lips – even more. But even as he looked at the aquatic being, Gecht realized that he was exactly like him in attitude; he was also a pompous arse once upon a time. He had tendencies to insult everybody around him. Even when he began living on Earth, he used to insult people around him for lack of intelligence. After some time of getting to know humans, among other races, the insults lessened and he was more cooperative. “I can see that you don’t like everything around you,” said Gecht, controlling his temper, though his head rotated to the side, almost owl-like. “But it’ll take time for you to get used to things here. We’ll do what we can to make you comfortable. I can see that I’m not the right person for you to help for now. If you’ll excuse me, I’m due in Engineering. I believe you are the one who’s ‘authorized to negotiate,’ Major?” he added, turning to the one-eyed jackass. “Well, good luck.” And with that, he departed the accommodations with whatever the bloody dignity he had left. He was feeling he was overdue anyway; he should’ve been in Engineering a while before. He needed to inspect the pergium systems he installed after all. In any case, it was the best excuse he had to get away from Syrano. If and when the pompous arse needed the water, Gecht will be at hand.
== OOC Note: The next post I make will be from the Major. nyuura, please respond next, Syrano said something to Ekio. ==
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Post by nyuura on Oct 31, 2019 17:52:11 GMT
Ekio watched as the tutrtle like one left, and then turned her gaze to the other. "Erm, I'm Crewmen Ekio, I guess my rank is crewmen?" she said. "I don't know about suggestions, I'm not exactly one who tey would go to, I'm not that high of rank after all." She didn't want to coment on the thing he said about women being a lesser rak on the ship, their captain was a woman after all, even if it did feel like everywhere she went she was treated as less just for being a woman, or rather a female.
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Post by multificionado on Nov 1, 2019 1:23:36 GMT
[Major Anson Claudius | Chelon Accommodations/Spa | Deck Four | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: syrano, nyuura “It’s alright, crewman,” said Anson. “Even the civilian volunteers answer to the ranking officers aboard. In that case, it’s our commanding officer and executive officer, or first officer, and when they’re not available, I’m in charge. Though in this case, I am the one who is, after all, authorized to negotiate.” He felt it made sense if he was the only one Syrano will talk to. He wasn’t sure if he’ll talk to anybody else, not even Commander Saugn even if she had the time to spare. “Let’s not forget that we have negotiations to commence, Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo,” said Anson, again with respect. “If you wish to provide information about the aliens who are threatening the scientists, Helen Locke included, while we are waiting for good water to be provided to you, water arranged to your specifications. But if you wish to wait until you get settled into good water, then we’ll wait until then. Please let us know what specifications you need to your suitable water living needs.” His tone was the kind that he reserved only when he was speaking with high-ranking officials; he had met dignitaries from other planets, some high ranking, in the past. He knew that he had to behave properly to the best of his abilities around such dignitaries. “Crewman,” he said, addressing Ekio, “Get a PADD and take in what Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo specifies regarding his suitable water living. If it transpires that the water specifications to be adjusted for his needs are beyond your abilities, then find Mister Gecht and get his shelled arse back here; he’s the expert needed to make the water adjustments, if we have to.”
==OOC Note: Syrano will post next; please be sure to include Syrano's specifications on the water to sustain his living conditions. It's also entirely up to you as to whether or not Syrano can discuss where the hostile aliens (the Kzinti) are, but you don't have to have Syrano begin negotiations right now if you don't want to. ==
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Post by syrano on Nov 3, 2019 6:02:19 GMT
[Oto Syrano | Chelon Accomodations | Deck Four | USS Discovery ]
Major-Anson-Claudius droned on, and Syrano had to fight the urge to let his skirts flutter in agitation. He was talking about something, and it had nothing to do with what Syrano said. He hated being ignored like this… But thankfully, at least CrewWoman-Ekio listened. At this point, Authorized-to-negotiate Major-Anson-Claudius was starting to prove to Syrano that he wasn’t worthy of the ranking. As Claudius spoke, Syrano bent over to look closer at Ekio. His lower set of eyes, the ones that saw in UV, were scanning her up and down. He was looking for coloration that would indicate to him whether or not she was a threat, or if she was in good health. He made a point of ignoring Claudius.
“I don’t particularly care who CrewWoman-Ekio responds to. Despite her lower ranking, it appears she understands what I say when I speak to her. And she does not rush negotiations. Returning to the point I was trying to make…It appears those in charge here may require a certain restructuring of management. With my extensive history in mergers and acquisitions, I feel I am more than competent enough to advise regarding restructuring. For a price, of course. But--CrewWoman Ekio--are you CrewWoman or CrewMen?” He immediately decided to switch the topic. Claudius was trying to proceed with negotiations, by asking for specifications on his housing. Soon, it would be time for Syrano to speak of the violent creatures on the planet below. It wouldn’t be long before the ship found that he had no information on those aliens. Until then, he would have to stall for time and try to sell his other services, or else his spot on this ship was no longer guaranteed. He turned to Ekio once more, to speak to her specifically. His back was to Claudius.
“Unless your translation device deceives me, it appears you are using two words to make one. The word ‘crew’ translates very well, however I do not know what a woman or a men is. It is my understanding that those with the rank woman are without those horrid filaments on their bodies.” He used his arm to gesture, specifically to Claudius’s head of hair. “Is this correct?”
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Post by nyuura on Nov 4, 2019 3:51:24 GMT
Ekio considered who to expalin. Clearly gewnder wasn't somehting the alien had come into contact with before. "Well, I'm not the same race as Mister Claudius, that's why he has'filiments' and I don't. I mean I have some," she said and gestured to her eyebrows and eye lashes. "But I don't have hair,what we call the filiments, on my head."She paused and hoped that explained the hair issue the gender issue was more complicated. "My rank is crewmen, but I am a crew woman,because I am a woman. A lot of races in Starfleet have two genders,some more, my race has two. Males and females, men and women.I'm a woman. So I have a rank of crewmen, because ranks are w wierd like that,but I am a crewwoman." She hoped that made some sense.
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Post by multificionado on Nov 4, 2019 13:20:42 GMT
[Major Anson Claudius | Chelon Accommodations/Spa | Deck Four | Starship Discovery NX-04] attn: syrano, nyuura “It appears those in charge here may require a certain restructuring of management. With my extensive history in mergers and acquisitions, I feel I am more than competent enough to advise regarding restructuring. For a price, of course.”Anson had to smirk when Syrano said the management needed restructuring. If only the fish knew about the management already, he thought, a nd that it might be restructured anyway. After all, some of the senior staff are acting officers, and Olivié…Commander Saugn…is just filling in until we get ourselves a captain…unless she gets a promotion. Not to mention I’d be potentially be shipping off when this mission’s over. Most of the ship doesn’t like me anyway, even if they don’t show it.Then he heard Syrano comment on his history in mergers and acquisitions. It made Anson think that Syrano would be useful as a civilian diplomatic officer on Discovery. There may not be money involved, especially with his advice, given that Earth has long stopped using money, but Anson was starting to think Syrano would be useful. After Syrano talked on, two points stood out to Anson: He didn’t like hair, or rather, has some kind of low opinion regarding hair, and he never even heard of a woman before. I wonder how he’ll think of Commander Saugn when he sees her, he thought to himself, thinking about the shaven patch on her head. But all the same, hair must be a foreign concept to him. He thought that when Syrano gestured at Anson’s hair. And the fact that he never heard of a woman before, it also made Anson think: What gender is this fellow? He did recall that he had trouble at first in identifying the gender in Syrano. It could mean to Anson that Syrano was either androgynous, having two genders at once, or that he switched from male to female, almost in the same manner as the Turtles…the Chelons…did. “Ekio does raise a point,” said Anson. “rank is strange like that. Also, we humans also have two genders, you’ve noticed Ensign Ross back at the planet, who’s also a woman. Some races Starfleet encountered have more than one gender, and some, like the Turtles…that is, the Chelons,” he added, gesturing at the Chelons, one or two of which asleep in their shells like real turtles, “have just one gender, but tend to switch from male to female so that they reproduce, or lay eggs, as it were.” He was merely repeating about what he learned about the Chelons, he wasn’t a science expert. “Yeh mentioned a history in mergers and acquisitions, Oto Syrano Nakir vin Toyo,” Anson added. “Pardon if it’s too personal, but what was your job, or occupation, back where you came from?”
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Post by syrano on Nov 5, 2019 2:30:57 GMT
This creature, this absolute mad creature--there were two versions of each race?? Two “”genders””?? How…how insane! How absolutely inefficient! How alien and bizarre…Absolutely none of the sci fi novels he read have ever had a concept quite like this. It was disgusting to try to imagine, and yet, despite the horror on his face, he had to know more. How could any society function knowing that there were two versions of the same race!
Unfortunately his questioning would have to wait. Major-Anson-Claudius was speaking, and Syrano felt the distaste on his face before he felt the emotion.
“I was Oto, before being here, of course. What a silly question. I owned a number of wealthy corporations. I controlled the carwyl industry--the name Nakir vin Toyo is one well known to all. Though I don’t expect aliens such as yourselves to recognize the name, much less the face.” He waved his hand at Claudius, unwilling to answer more probing questions when he had something more important to figure out. Apparently, Gecht was slightly similar to Pallucia, but not quite. Whatever Ekio and Claudius were…they were something completely alien.
“You are…woman? A woman, that is the phrase. Woman is…which is the same as ‘male’? Man or woman?” He leaned closer to Ekio’s face. He did not like her face, a disorganized mess with not enough eyes and a positively obnoxious appendage for a nose, but he had to know more. And in order to know more, he had to intimidate the knowledge out of her, obviously. He was seven feet tall easily, and the creatures around him were small. He knew this very well. “You must tell me what a man is and what a woman is. I do not know these concepts. Truthfully, neither word translates particularly well across your translation devices.”
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