09-27-2010, 04:55 PM
[posting as LtCmdr. Torin Elano, Chief of Operations, USS Braveheart]
USS Braveheart
Captain's Ready Room
1147 hours
As Captain Trane greeted him and extended a hand for a handshake, a greeting that had become customary for most of the civilized galaxy thanks to the Human race, Torin steeled himself for the telepathic onslaught that physical contact often brought. He was a very strong telepath by his people's standards, and skin contact amplified the ability by an order of magnitude. Still, as he shook the captain's hand, Torin felt only a slight difference--a testament to the power of modern medicine, specifically the mild telepathic suppressant theragenic isocyanate. He returned the Captain's smile and took the offered seat, folding his hands casually on top of his right knee.
"Feel free to get settled," the Captain began, "with either your quarters, your station or the ship. Or if you want, feel free to spend some time aboard the Starbase and take advantage of the downtime we actually have. I am assuming you received the copy of the ceremony at 1900 in the main gallery of the Starbase? We will all be attending."
"My husband and I have both pressed our dress uniforms for the occasion Sir," said Torin with a wry smile. He wasn't sure how Captain Trane would react to his being married to a man. Most of his and Rennan's professional colleagues had been very accepting, but there still were a select few that had made snide remarks behind their back. Torin reminded all of them that this is the twenty-fourth century and that such provincial attitudes were unbecoming of a Starfleet officer. And if that didn't work, he would get Rennan after them. At 1.95 meters tall and just over 105 kilograms, Rennan was well-suited to intimidating people if necessary.
"If there is anything you need, feel free to ask." the Captain said as he stood making his way to the replicator for another mug of coffee. "Something to drink?"
"A Kaferian apple fizz, if you don't mind," said Torin. The beverages materialized in a swirling vortex of blue-white photonic energy and the Captain brought them over. Torin took a large sip of the pale green drink, savoring the distinctive tartness that only Kaferian apples had. "I"m not sure in how much detail my file goes into about this, Captain, but I am one of the few officers affected by Starfleet Code section eighty-six. Because I am rated by Starfleet as a 'higher order telepath' I am required by regulations to take a schedule-one telepathic suppressant daily. It helps me maintain control and not read the thoughts that radiate constantly from people. You don't know how many times people have tried to get me to switch to the counseling track," said Torin with a chuckle. "But I love what I do, Sir, and so does my husband Rennan. We will both serve you and the Braveheart faithfully and to the best of our ability."
[tag: el Capitano]
USS Braveheart
Captain's Ready Room
1147 hours
As Captain Trane greeted him and extended a hand for a handshake, a greeting that had become customary for most of the civilized galaxy thanks to the Human race, Torin steeled himself for the telepathic onslaught that physical contact often brought. He was a very strong telepath by his people's standards, and skin contact amplified the ability by an order of magnitude. Still, as he shook the captain's hand, Torin felt only a slight difference--a testament to the power of modern medicine, specifically the mild telepathic suppressant theragenic isocyanate. He returned the Captain's smile and took the offered seat, folding his hands casually on top of his right knee.
"Feel free to get settled," the Captain began, "with either your quarters, your station or the ship. Or if you want, feel free to spend some time aboard the Starbase and take advantage of the downtime we actually have. I am assuming you received the copy of the ceremony at 1900 in the main gallery of the Starbase? We will all be attending."
"My husband and I have both pressed our dress uniforms for the occasion Sir," said Torin with a wry smile. He wasn't sure how Captain Trane would react to his being married to a man. Most of his and Rennan's professional colleagues had been very accepting, but there still were a select few that had made snide remarks behind their back. Torin reminded all of them that this is the twenty-fourth century and that such provincial attitudes were unbecoming of a Starfleet officer. And if that didn't work, he would get Rennan after them. At 1.95 meters tall and just over 105 kilograms, Rennan was well-suited to intimidating people if necessary.
"If there is anything you need, feel free to ask." the Captain said as he stood making his way to the replicator for another mug of coffee. "Something to drink?"
"A Kaferian apple fizz, if you don't mind," said Torin. The beverages materialized in a swirling vortex of blue-white photonic energy and the Captain brought them over. Torin took a large sip of the pale green drink, savoring the distinctive tartness that only Kaferian apples had. "I"m not sure in how much detail my file goes into about this, Captain, but I am one of the few officers affected by Starfleet Code section eighty-six. Because I am rated by Starfleet as a 'higher order telepath' I am required by regulations to take a schedule-one telepathic suppressant daily. It helps me maintain control and not read the thoughts that radiate constantly from people. You don't know how many times people have tried to get me to switch to the counseling track," said Torin with a chuckle. "But I love what I do, Sir, and so does my husband Rennan. We will both serve you and the Braveheart faithfully and to the best of our ability."
[tag: el Capitano]