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RP: SNV Gam'trosha Counselors Office
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[[Part of Chapter 3.1]]
"Yes Yes!!!" Bar'diel jumped up and rushed to the "door." "Come in, Uhh..." She looked around the cargo container, "Would you like to sit here at the desk or in the back, i have comfy furniture back there!" She asked, not really waiting for an answer she grabbed the kit by the arm and dragged him into the rear room.
"Sorry about the mess I'm just moving in. Here have a seat." She motioned to the couch and the chair, which ever Ye'gor would like. She started digging in a box and pulled out a tin of cookies. "I'm sorry i don't have tea or anything yet... It's my first day..." She apologized as she grabbed her clipboard and pen.
Ye'gor jerked back a bit, his ears popping up when the brown Daur made her appearance. He looked down at her, not quite sure what to make of her question, though he had little time to consider it. The young Laibe's ears and fur shot up from the physical contact made, his tail blooming into a beautiful orange flower as he was dragged into the back room.
The engineer's breath was rapid and his eyes bounced around the room as thoughts of interview possibly meaning interrogation went through his mind. The Ini'she was cute - for a Daur - but the possibility of that being disarming made him even more wary.
"What would be better?" he half squeaked.
"A real office for starters, though this place is pretty nice I guess. Not the school I'm used to." She smiled and dropped into a seat. "So.... How are you? Also... care to tell me why you joined the military? It's something i have been wondering since my brother joined."
Bar'diel smiled as she watched the reactions of the Liebe.
Ye'gor paused for a minute, unsure how Bar'diel managed to misinterpret what he said. Then, seeing her take a seat, acquiesced and took a seat opposite to the young Daur. The engineer moved around a little until he felt as comfortable as he probably would ever get before speaking.
"I am..." he paused for a moment pondering the best response, "I am as good as I expect most days. I joined for very personal reasons; though I am unsure how this may or may not relate to your brother. Why?"
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Looking up from her note pad she looked at him a bit curiously, "Why?... Cause I was worried about him going out and trying to protect us all at the cost of his own.... and I personally don't understand that attitude in the least." Bar'diel smiled, "also it's my job to understand your motives and ambitions so I can make sure you're health... you're emotional and mental health that is, is catered to properly." she smiled hoping not to have to make this seem like an interrogation. It tainted the results.
Ye'gor nodded, though still wary, "Some do it to grow up; to pay for dishonor. It is not always for a high and lofty goal like being a shield."
The young Laibe then began picking at the part of his left ear that had a piece missing, soon moving to scratching his scalp, before rapidly shaking his head.
Bar'diel scribbled down a few notes as she watched and listened. both to what he said, which to be blunt was an attempt to deflect, and the fact that he was picking at. "That is true, I have read all the different reasonings behind a kit going to war. There are thousands of books and theses on the topic. One could go their whole life and do nothing but read on the subject. so I figured i would cut to the chase and apply to be able to study the people on the blade's edge."
She looked over her notes for a moments before asking with out looking up, "So how did you get that nick? Was it a girl?"
The engineer paused then reached up to the missing bit of his ear and rubbed it some as if deep in thought. The comment about a girl being involved surprised him some, causing an eyebrow to lift. Of course it was a girl with the gun partially responsible, however...
"I was not quick enough to get out of the way during training," he replied flatly, though without intention, "A fellow team mate fired, and I was in her way. I suppose you could say a girl caused it..."
As she scribbled her notes she spoke clinically, "So was she cute?"
"She was a My'leke," he replied, unsure of the question's relevance, "I am not sure what would necessarily constitute as cute for them. Though I cannot say she looked objectionable..."
Pausing in her scribblings she looked up, "Well... Do you think I'm cute?" she asked just as clinically as the previous question.
"For a Daur," he offered, "However that distinction seems easier to make, oddly enough."
she started writing as she spoke, "Has grasp on what is attractive. Though needs to broaden his perspective mates."
Ye'gor's ears twitched up at the comment, then tilted some in further confusion. "I do not understand..." the boy replied, "What prospective mate could the undesirable have?"
This perked her interest, raising her eyebrow she looked at him, "And what brings you to the conclusion that you're 'undesirable' or are you trying to paint yourself in a bad light so I make you come and talk to me more often?"
The young Laibe looked away, "Females do not deal with the blood of criminals, or does my file not reflect that information?"
"Oh hells... I forgot to tell you the rules to the game... crap... Well The main one is we pretend like I'm new here and don't have access to the crews files and reports. It's a hard one to pretend I know... I'm sorry." she smiled as she wrote down more on the notepad.
"So Mister crime lord, what are you guilty of?" she asked about as non-caring as any of her questions. just another bit of information to be dryly digested and filed away.
The engineer regarded the Ini'she intently, wondering what other rules to this 'game' he was missing.
"Of being the child of two car thieves," he replied with possibly a small amount of emotion for a change.
"i see... and these car thieves, were they any good at it?" Bar'diel asked as she wrote down more onto her pad as she pondered what more to ask him during this first interview.
"Obviously not, since their further incompetence made them agreeable to joyriding the vehicle around town for an Era long enough for the guard to show up," Ye'gor sighed, wondering where this was going to lead.
"I see young and dumb..." She scribbled a bit more down, "So do these tendices follow the blood... er.. Do you have the need to cruise around in vehicles that have been illicitly obtained?"
The kit was now offended; his ears curved back and his tail began to wave back and forth in frustration. "I would never..." he half growled at the insult to his intelligence.
"So the blood of criminals only flows so far, I see... Strange, here I thought you said that you are undesirable, and yet you sit here and tell me that you refuse to be the same as your blood." she scribbled a bit more down before shifting in her seat. As if by an after thought she reached down and grabbed a cookie.
"I'm sure that you are far more then undesirable, I'm sure that if you show who you really are and prove it with your actions, their would be many that would look the other way on the blood"
The engineer sighed again, "That is why I joined..." His eyes were cast on the ground and to the side as his tail settled and his ears drooped. "Though I suspect that will be a long time in coming," he commented.
"Rule number 37, no moping in my office. It's more for my mental and emotional health then that of the patient." She smiled as she wrote more down on her pad. "Though I think you are right, that attitude it's going to take forever, if at all, the honor you think you have lost. Like a infinity tall mountain that you are building as you attempt to climb."
She set the pad down next to her face down and reached over and place her hand on his shoulder. "I have to say you have come in this office with out that supposed disgrace, and look how i have been treating you."
Ye'gor looked up at Bar'diel sideways as his ears came up. It was true that she had not done anything ill to him, or gave him any indication that she felt that way; though at the same time, some were quite adept at harboring invisible beliefs. For her to claim he entered without disgrace however, made him wonder where she grew up.
Settling back into her chair she smiled, "you know what I have monopolize the conversation here. Go ahead and ask me anything you like, I will not lie nor attempt to deflect the question. Though some answers might be a bit outrageous..."
The young Laibe regarded the Daur with suspicion, wondering if he would transgress another unwritten rule that had not been uttered. He considered what he could ask, eliminating those that seemed too prying.
"What kind of office would you prefer?" came his final decision, one that seemed to appear out of nowhere to him.
Hmmm... That is a good question... I think I would like on that has a second floor where my desk and work space is, but it's like a loft or something that over looks the area that I would talk with my clients. I think it would be nice for the clients if the space looked and felt more like a living space then a standard office. And defiantly not a cargo container in the cargo hold of a ship." She smiled hoping he could picture what he was meaning.
"You can ask me anything and you ask about my work environment. Interesting. Most go and try for something more personal, one even asked me what kind of undies I was wearing... hell he was surprised by the answer he got."
Ye'gor seemed to focus on the space just before him as Bar'diel described her preferred office layout and almost seemed to start looking for paper and anything to write with. The comment about someone asking about her undergarments however, caused him to look back up at the girl in surprise.
"Why would someone be interested in that answer?" he asked in confusion, "It seems so irrelevant."
"Yes but the activity was asking me anything they wanted... They obviously wanted to know about my undies..." She pulled a second note pad a pen out and slid it across the table, but held it down, "Your next question?"
"Still seems like an odd question to ask." the boy sighed, taking the pad and pen, "What are your favorite three colors?"
He then began making lines and blocks at first until the one area seemed to take the look of a drafter's blueprint.
"Hmmm Well i like Light blues and pure purples.... A third... That is hard I never really thought about colors often. Maybe pink or reds maybe?" She asked as she picked up her pad and started taking notes again.
"Hmm, those usually go together not too badly if..." Ye'gor looked around at the furniture arrangement then drew some more causing one box to begin looking kind of like it, but turned slightly so as not to be square. He then added a staircase that lined up with the opening between the to pieces, but in the corner, sharing a wall with the door.
In the other box he began drawing the continuation of the stairs, then a partial floor that only took up one quarter of the room to one side. Along the un-walled edge of the floor he added a railing, then on it he added a desk and a few chairs. This did not seem to be where he finished, however.
Ye'gor flipped over to a new page and began sketching a vantage point that came from the empty corner near the door that took in the furniture in the middle and the stairs off to the one side. Then he added into the background huge multi-paned windows going up to a vaulted ceiling. On a third page he drew from the loft, looking down onto the main floor of the room.
Bar'diel This whole time just watched him work in silence. Writing notes as they came to her, but generally watched and waited for him to reach a point of joining her back in reality.
Finally the young Laibe stopped and handed the pad back. "What do you think?"
"I think it is pretty close to what i was picturing, though a fish tank is always handy, kits love fishies." She smiled to him as she handed the pad back to him, and scribbled a note to order some graph paper for the office, so that next time he could sketch on that. "You're pretty good at that. Seems like you have a lot of talent there."
The engineer accepted the pad back looking a little more nervous. "It is one of the simpler things I can do," he sighed, "I have a ship that I am working on in my room; though it is mostly the space frame and compartments."
"So if that is the case why do you look guilty admitting it?"
"It does nothing to keep this ship running," he remarked, looking away again, "It also is unlikely to fly due to various flaws."
"Oh really? And have you discussed this with other engineers?" Bar'diel scribbled a bit more down, her notepad was full so she flipped the page over.
"I am only a C'Baruce," Ye'gor replied as he began incorporating an elliptical fish tank into the floor under the chair and couch that nearly filled the entire area they occupied, "never mind me still being a kit."
"I see... is that a reason, or an excuse not to allow yourself to move up that mountain?"
"A reason," he stated flatly before putting the pen and pad down, "I have tried..."
"Really? have you spoken to the Shipmistress about this?" She sat there thinking on way to help the kit out.
"Not on the ship, I have not been here that long," the engineer amended, "Before I asked for a field position, I tried and was told I needed more practice with the real thing first."
"You should ask around here, I'm sure folks aboard would be willing to work with out and help refine your design. Anyways you're up for another question I think, especially since I was asking you stuff again." she grinned as she sat back and wiggle about trying to get use to the new chair.
Ye'gor was unsure why Bar'diel even cared that far, however the request for more questions came up and he was unsure what more to ask.
"Do girls actually like being taken 'behind the tree'?" he finally asked, not exactly understanding what the phrase meant itself, "Some of the guys in trade school talked about it a lot for some odd reason."
"I see..." she wrote a few things down then scratched them out... "Are you a virgin?"
"I have heard that word as well, back then," the young Laibe sighed, "but I don't understand it well enough to answer accurately. Everyone seemed to always dance around the definition."
"Well as for your question... not all of them. Some do. As for what it means... Well it's fornicating behind a tree, or out of sight. Why have you thought about doing that with a girl?"
Ye'gor only seemed to be more confused by Bar'diel's answer to his question, however her explanation of what the phrase meant made his eyes go wide.
"No! No! I-I-I n-n-never," he stuttered, "I do not have time for that."
"No time?" she smiled and wrote a bit more down. "So never been on a date with someone?" she asked fairly clinically, "I'm sure on ship there are plenty of people for you to spend personal time with."
"How do you come by that conclusion?" the boy asked almost as clinically.
"Your reactions to my statement and the fact you have said you have no time for things of the kind." she smiled and set the pad down on her lap. "You seem to be the type to spend free time in your cabin and scribbling out schematics and blueprints. At least that is the impression you have put off. Oh and that you don't feel that others would lower themselves to you."
"No, that part is accurate," the engineer sighed, "I mean that there are plenty of people on the ship to spend time with, unless you do not mean that in the context of mating..."
"I mean it in the context of mating, and the context of just general personal interaction, outside a work place environment."
"I would say the former would be problematic," Ye'gor commented, "while the latter would require time locating appropriate individuals."
"Pasha... Walk up to a girl or a guy if that's your thing, and ask 'Hey you want to grab a bite to eat..' then if things move on then ask if they want to go back to your cabin. Nothing grand or hard about it. To go out behind the tree, is something that doesn't take much to do."
"There is really only us six in the Youth Corps," he said, "One is my department head; two, I am sure, do not like me; one I do not think likes anyone; then there is you and me."
"Who is it that doesn't like you, and who's the one who doesn't like anyone?"
"Well, A'Fuereb Se'verem from my department may not; however I believe it might be because of something I said. One Or'ion Seeker I was recovered with is another. As for the one I do not believe likes anyone would be the other Tar'vas aboard."
She started snickering at the finally of his statement. "Oh really he doesn't like anyone? What gave you that idea?" she giggled a bit hard to the point of snorting a few times.
"The way he left the table one time when the Shipmaster invited us all out," Ye'gor recalled, "However, I may be wrong... What association doe he have with you, by the way? I was curious when I read your message."
"Oh he's my younger brother." She smiled as she scribbled a note to herself on the back page of the note pad.
"Oh, is that all," he commented, "How confusing..."
"How's that confusing?"
"That may not be the correct word for it..." the engineer replied before looking at his communicator, "I should go before we end up dealing with anything out here. One never knows what could be found this far from Nesha Prime."
"True, But I hope my brother, and his occupation doesn't affect your view of me. I'm hear day or night, as long as I'm not with another client, nor on the bridge like come sort of decoration. I'm here to help you and the crew." Bar'diel stood up and held her hand out to him, smiling kindly.
Ye'gor stood slowly then looked at the hand before cautiously offering his own clawed hand and clasping. "I will keep that in mind," he nodded before attempting to make his way out.
Bar'diel escorted the young kit out the front of the "office," before waving and then sitting down at her desk. she started opening up a new folder on the kit. He was interesting, and quite frankly a nice guy she thought. With a large label she laid out her notes and started transcribing them into neat organized pages.
She made sure to put down any new thoughts as she went. Once she finished it up she slid them into the folder and then into the cabinet. Once she was happy with Ye'gor's file she flipped to the rear of the note pad...
NEED TO TALK TO BOTH THE SHIPMISTRESS AND BROTHER... IS HE OK?
"Yes Yes!!!" Bar'diel jumped up and rushed to the "door." "Come in, Uhh..." She looked around the cargo container, "Would you like to sit here at the desk or in the back, i have comfy furniture back there!" She asked, not really waiting for an answer she grabbed the kit by the arm and dragged him into the rear room.
"Sorry about the mess I'm just moving in. Here have a seat." She motioned to the couch and the chair, which ever Ye'gor would like. She started digging in a box and pulled out a tin of cookies. "I'm sorry i don't have tea or anything yet... It's my first day..." She apologized as she grabbed her clipboard and pen.
Ye'gor jerked back a bit, his ears popping up when the brown Daur made her appearance. He looked down at her, not quite sure what to make of her question, though he had little time to consider it. The young Laibe's ears and fur shot up from the physical contact made, his tail blooming into a beautiful orange flower as he was dragged into the back room.
The engineer's breath was rapid and his eyes bounced around the room as thoughts of interview possibly meaning interrogation went through his mind. The Ini'she was cute - for a Daur - but the possibility of that being disarming made him even more wary.
"What would be better?" he half squeaked.
"A real office for starters, though this place is pretty nice I guess. Not the school I'm used to." She smiled and dropped into a seat. "So.... How are you? Also... care to tell me why you joined the military? It's something i have been wondering since my brother joined."
Bar'diel smiled as she watched the reactions of the Liebe.
Ye'gor paused for a minute, unsure how Bar'diel managed to misinterpret what he said. Then, seeing her take a seat, acquiesced and took a seat opposite to the young Daur. The engineer moved around a little until he felt as comfortable as he probably would ever get before speaking.
"I am..." he paused for a moment pondering the best response, "I am as good as I expect most days. I joined for very personal reasons; though I am unsure how this may or may not relate to your brother. Why?"
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Looking up from her note pad she looked at him a bit curiously, "Why?... Cause I was worried about him going out and trying to protect us all at the cost of his own.... and I personally don't understand that attitude in the least." Bar'diel smiled, "also it's my job to understand your motives and ambitions so I can make sure you're health... you're emotional and mental health that is, is catered to properly." she smiled hoping not to have to make this seem like an interrogation. It tainted the results.
Ye'gor nodded, though still wary, "Some do it to grow up; to pay for dishonor. It is not always for a high and lofty goal like being a shield."
The young Laibe then began picking at the part of his left ear that had a piece missing, soon moving to scratching his scalp, before rapidly shaking his head.
Bar'diel scribbled down a few notes as she watched and listened. both to what he said, which to be blunt was an attempt to deflect, and the fact that he was picking at. "That is true, I have read all the different reasonings behind a kit going to war. There are thousands of books and theses on the topic. One could go their whole life and do nothing but read on the subject. so I figured i would cut to the chase and apply to be able to study the people on the blade's edge."
She looked over her notes for a moments before asking with out looking up, "So how did you get that nick? Was it a girl?"
The engineer paused then reached up to the missing bit of his ear and rubbed it some as if deep in thought. The comment about a girl being involved surprised him some, causing an eyebrow to lift. Of course it was a girl with the gun partially responsible, however...
"I was not quick enough to get out of the way during training," he replied flatly, though without intention, "A fellow team mate fired, and I was in her way. I suppose you could say a girl caused it..."
As she scribbled her notes she spoke clinically, "So was she cute?"
"She was a My'leke," he replied, unsure of the question's relevance, "I am not sure what would necessarily constitute as cute for them. Though I cannot say she looked objectionable..."
Pausing in her scribblings she looked up, "Well... Do you think I'm cute?" she asked just as clinically as the previous question.
"For a Daur," he offered, "However that distinction seems easier to make, oddly enough."
she started writing as she spoke, "Has grasp on what is attractive. Though needs to broaden his perspective mates."
Ye'gor's ears twitched up at the comment, then tilted some in further confusion. "I do not understand..." the boy replied, "What prospective mate could the undesirable have?"
This perked her interest, raising her eyebrow she looked at him, "And what brings you to the conclusion that you're 'undesirable' or are you trying to paint yourself in a bad light so I make you come and talk to me more often?"
The young Laibe looked away, "Females do not deal with the blood of criminals, or does my file not reflect that information?"
"Oh hells... I forgot to tell you the rules to the game... crap... Well The main one is we pretend like I'm new here and don't have access to the crews files and reports. It's a hard one to pretend I know... I'm sorry." she smiled as she wrote down more on the notepad.
"So Mister crime lord, what are you guilty of?" she asked about as non-caring as any of her questions. just another bit of information to be dryly digested and filed away.
The engineer regarded the Ini'she intently, wondering what other rules to this 'game' he was missing.
"Of being the child of two car thieves," he replied with possibly a small amount of emotion for a change.
"i see... and these car thieves, were they any good at it?" Bar'diel asked as she wrote down more onto her pad as she pondered what more to ask him during this first interview.
"Obviously not, since their further incompetence made them agreeable to joyriding the vehicle around town for an Era long enough for the guard to show up," Ye'gor sighed, wondering where this was going to lead.
"I see young and dumb..." She scribbled a bit more down, "So do these tendices follow the blood... er.. Do you have the need to cruise around in vehicles that have been illicitly obtained?"
The kit was now offended; his ears curved back and his tail began to wave back and forth in frustration. "I would never..." he half growled at the insult to his intelligence.
"So the blood of criminals only flows so far, I see... Strange, here I thought you said that you are undesirable, and yet you sit here and tell me that you refuse to be the same as your blood." she scribbled a bit more down before shifting in her seat. As if by an after thought she reached down and grabbed a cookie.
"I'm sure that you are far more then undesirable, I'm sure that if you show who you really are and prove it with your actions, their would be many that would look the other way on the blood"
The engineer sighed again, "That is why I joined..." His eyes were cast on the ground and to the side as his tail settled and his ears drooped. "Though I suspect that will be a long time in coming," he commented.
"Rule number 37, no moping in my office. It's more for my mental and emotional health then that of the patient." She smiled as she wrote more down on her pad. "Though I think you are right, that attitude it's going to take forever, if at all, the honor you think you have lost. Like a infinity tall mountain that you are building as you attempt to climb."
She set the pad down next to her face down and reached over and place her hand on his shoulder. "I have to say you have come in this office with out that supposed disgrace, and look how i have been treating you."
Ye'gor looked up at Bar'diel sideways as his ears came up. It was true that she had not done anything ill to him, or gave him any indication that she felt that way; though at the same time, some were quite adept at harboring invisible beliefs. For her to claim he entered without disgrace however, made him wonder where she grew up.
Settling back into her chair she smiled, "you know what I have monopolize the conversation here. Go ahead and ask me anything you like, I will not lie nor attempt to deflect the question. Though some answers might be a bit outrageous..."
The young Laibe regarded the Daur with suspicion, wondering if he would transgress another unwritten rule that had not been uttered. He considered what he could ask, eliminating those that seemed too prying.
"What kind of office would you prefer?" came his final decision, one that seemed to appear out of nowhere to him.
Hmmm... That is a good question... I think I would like on that has a second floor where my desk and work space is, but it's like a loft or something that over looks the area that I would talk with my clients. I think it would be nice for the clients if the space looked and felt more like a living space then a standard office. And defiantly not a cargo container in the cargo hold of a ship." She smiled hoping he could picture what he was meaning.
"You can ask me anything and you ask about my work environment. Interesting. Most go and try for something more personal, one even asked me what kind of undies I was wearing... hell he was surprised by the answer he got."
Ye'gor seemed to focus on the space just before him as Bar'diel described her preferred office layout and almost seemed to start looking for paper and anything to write with. The comment about someone asking about her undergarments however, caused him to look back up at the girl in surprise.
"Why would someone be interested in that answer?" he asked in confusion, "It seems so irrelevant."
"Yes but the activity was asking me anything they wanted... They obviously wanted to know about my undies..." She pulled a second note pad a pen out and slid it across the table, but held it down, "Your next question?"
"Still seems like an odd question to ask." the boy sighed, taking the pad and pen, "What are your favorite three colors?"
He then began making lines and blocks at first until the one area seemed to take the look of a drafter's blueprint.
"Hmmm Well i like Light blues and pure purples.... A third... That is hard I never really thought about colors often. Maybe pink or reds maybe?" She asked as she picked up her pad and started taking notes again.
"Hmm, those usually go together not too badly if..." Ye'gor looked around at the furniture arrangement then drew some more causing one box to begin looking kind of like it, but turned slightly so as not to be square. He then added a staircase that lined up with the opening between the to pieces, but in the corner, sharing a wall with the door.
In the other box he began drawing the continuation of the stairs, then a partial floor that only took up one quarter of the room to one side. Along the un-walled edge of the floor he added a railing, then on it he added a desk and a few chairs. This did not seem to be where he finished, however.
Ye'gor flipped over to a new page and began sketching a vantage point that came from the empty corner near the door that took in the furniture in the middle and the stairs off to the one side. Then he added into the background huge multi-paned windows going up to a vaulted ceiling. On a third page he drew from the loft, looking down onto the main floor of the room.
Bar'diel This whole time just watched him work in silence. Writing notes as they came to her, but generally watched and waited for him to reach a point of joining her back in reality.
Finally the young Laibe stopped and handed the pad back. "What do you think?"
"I think it is pretty close to what i was picturing, though a fish tank is always handy, kits love fishies." She smiled to him as she handed the pad back to him, and scribbled a note to order some graph paper for the office, so that next time he could sketch on that. "You're pretty good at that. Seems like you have a lot of talent there."
The engineer accepted the pad back looking a little more nervous. "It is one of the simpler things I can do," he sighed, "I have a ship that I am working on in my room; though it is mostly the space frame and compartments."
"So if that is the case why do you look guilty admitting it?"
"It does nothing to keep this ship running," he remarked, looking away again, "It also is unlikely to fly due to various flaws."
"Oh really? And have you discussed this with other engineers?" Bar'diel scribbled a bit more down, her notepad was full so she flipped the page over.
"I am only a C'Baruce," Ye'gor replied as he began incorporating an elliptical fish tank into the floor under the chair and couch that nearly filled the entire area they occupied, "never mind me still being a kit."
"I see... is that a reason, or an excuse not to allow yourself to move up that mountain?"
"A reason," he stated flatly before putting the pen and pad down, "I have tried..."
"Really? have you spoken to the Shipmistress about this?" She sat there thinking on way to help the kit out.
"Not on the ship, I have not been here that long," the engineer amended, "Before I asked for a field position, I tried and was told I needed more practice with the real thing first."
"You should ask around here, I'm sure folks aboard would be willing to work with out and help refine your design. Anyways you're up for another question I think, especially since I was asking you stuff again." she grinned as she sat back and wiggle about trying to get use to the new chair.
Ye'gor was unsure why Bar'diel even cared that far, however the request for more questions came up and he was unsure what more to ask.
"Do girls actually like being taken 'behind the tree'?" he finally asked, not exactly understanding what the phrase meant itself, "Some of the guys in trade school talked about it a lot for some odd reason."
"I see..." she wrote a few things down then scratched them out... "Are you a virgin?"
"I have heard that word as well, back then," the young Laibe sighed, "but I don't understand it well enough to answer accurately. Everyone seemed to always dance around the definition."
"Well as for your question... not all of them. Some do. As for what it means... Well it's fornicating behind a tree, or out of sight. Why have you thought about doing that with a girl?"
Ye'gor only seemed to be more confused by Bar'diel's answer to his question, however her explanation of what the phrase meant made his eyes go wide.
"No! No! I-I-I n-n-never," he stuttered, "I do not have time for that."
"No time?" she smiled and wrote a bit more down. "So never been on a date with someone?" she asked fairly clinically, "I'm sure on ship there are plenty of people for you to spend personal time with."
"How do you come by that conclusion?" the boy asked almost as clinically.
"Your reactions to my statement and the fact you have said you have no time for things of the kind." she smiled and set the pad down on her lap. "You seem to be the type to spend free time in your cabin and scribbling out schematics and blueprints. At least that is the impression you have put off. Oh and that you don't feel that others would lower themselves to you."
"No, that part is accurate," the engineer sighed, "I mean that there are plenty of people on the ship to spend time with, unless you do not mean that in the context of mating..."
"I mean it in the context of mating, and the context of just general personal interaction, outside a work place environment."
"I would say the former would be problematic," Ye'gor commented, "while the latter would require time locating appropriate individuals."
"Pasha... Walk up to a girl or a guy if that's your thing, and ask 'Hey you want to grab a bite to eat..' then if things move on then ask if they want to go back to your cabin. Nothing grand or hard about it. To go out behind the tree, is something that doesn't take much to do."
"There is really only us six in the Youth Corps," he said, "One is my department head; two, I am sure, do not like me; one I do not think likes anyone; then there is you and me."
"Who is it that doesn't like you, and who's the one who doesn't like anyone?"
"Well, A'Fuereb Se'verem from my department may not; however I believe it might be because of something I said. One Or'ion Seeker I was recovered with is another. As for the one I do not believe likes anyone would be the other Tar'vas aboard."
She started snickering at the finally of his statement. "Oh really he doesn't like anyone? What gave you that idea?" she giggled a bit hard to the point of snorting a few times.
"The way he left the table one time when the Shipmaster invited us all out," Ye'gor recalled, "However, I may be wrong... What association doe he have with you, by the way? I was curious when I read your message."
"Oh he's my younger brother." She smiled as she scribbled a note to herself on the back page of the note pad.
"Oh, is that all," he commented, "How confusing..."
"How's that confusing?"
"That may not be the correct word for it..." the engineer replied before looking at his communicator, "I should go before we end up dealing with anything out here. One never knows what could be found this far from Nesha Prime."
"True, But I hope my brother, and his occupation doesn't affect your view of me. I'm hear day or night, as long as I'm not with another client, nor on the bridge like come sort of decoration. I'm here to help you and the crew." Bar'diel stood up and held her hand out to him, smiling kindly.
Ye'gor stood slowly then looked at the hand before cautiously offering his own clawed hand and clasping. "I will keep that in mind," he nodded before attempting to make his way out.
Bar'diel escorted the young kit out the front of the "office," before waving and then sitting down at her desk. she started opening up a new folder on the kit. He was interesting, and quite frankly a nice guy she thought. With a large label she laid out her notes and started transcribing them into neat organized pages.
She made sure to put down any new thoughts as she went. Once she finished it up she slid them into the folder and then into the cabinet. Once she was happy with Ye'gor's file she flipped to the rear of the note pad...
NEED TO TALK TO BOTH THE SHIPMISTRESS AND BROTHER... IS HE OK?
Yoshi
Inactive Member
[[Part of Chapter 3.2]]
Def'leor walked down to the container that was in the hold. She was uncertain as to why they had a box with a person in it. It seemed dangerous to say the least. What if something happened in the hold, the person would be sucked into space and no one would even know. She approached the box and found the entrance to it. There was only one reason she was approaching this box, because Sa'kira asked her to do so. As the Lexicon she had to set an example, although she noticed that the Ship mistress was not about doing so. So she stood for a moment, a cargo container made a poor office, there was no door chime to trigger. So she went old school and gave the door three sharp raps.
Bar'diel sat at her desk going over her notes from her last visitor. This was sometimes fun, trying to gauge what notes were important and what were just bits that were snap calls that weren't all that needed. She transcribed all the important notes into a text pad so that they were digitalized and sorted a bit. Each 'case' was the same in that aspect. hardcopy notepad went into a file in a drawer the digital copy encrypted and kept near her person. She thought maybe that she should ask about a security safe to keep her pad and notes in. Privacy was key in this business.
Hearing the knocks on the side wall, she really needed to hand a bell of chime or something. "Come In!" Bar'Diel quickly dug out a new notepad and stood to great the newest visitor. This time she was ready, in her hot pot she had some tea hot and steaming for the guest and with the tinned cookies she had it would be down right pleasant.
She waited a moment, after hearing what she thought was someone calling for her to come in, she opened the door. She took a step into the crate and looked around. It seemed as if the occupant had taken steps to make it 'comfortable', but to Def'leor that was an oxymoron given its designation.
"Hello, I am A'Fuereb Vail'ant Def'leor." she said from where she stood.
"Hello yourself, Welcome to my office, would you like a seat?" Bar'diel motioned to the chair by the desk, "Or we can go back to the lovely seating room I have set up?" She pulled back the rear curtain to show the couch coffee table and chair in the rear. "What ever would make you feel more comfortable.... that is if you came down for an interview. If you came for information, I have to say unless I get orders from the Judicial department, signed by the medical board, I will not release any information I have gathered." She said trying to remain cheerful, she was worried that one of the Commanders of the ship would try to use her for information.
Def'leor looked at the other room, she had no desire to be comfortable, "I am not here for information, although since you brought it up. I would remind you that you have a legal obligation under regulations to report any crew member that you feel is unfit for duty.
This room will be fine, I came down here to set an example for the rest of the crew that they should come and visit you." She said taking a chair near Bar'diel.
"I must say that I am perplexed as to why a civilian was put aboard our vessel. If you are here to evaluate a military crew, one would surmise that a military counselor would be better suited." she said after sitting.
"As for the first part you are correct, it is my duty to report such personnel." She smiled taking the return barb with a bit of humor, "As for why I'm here opposed to a military member, i don't know. People above my pay grade made that decision, but here I am. I'm glad you have decided to." She smiled and sat down back at her desk.
"So what would you like to discuss? You want to tell me about yourself?"
Def'leor noted that this Bar'diel liked to use the innocuous open ended questions. "I will tell you what I told the first counselor I spoke to many years ago." She said relaxing in the chair, She asked me "What do you call a 100 Laibe's tied to their riches and at the bottom of a lake. The first visit I told her a good start. A week later, I told her not enough. A few months later I told her a waste of resources. Nowadays, my view is simple. Laibes have their place in our culture. I just prefer to not have to deal with them, but if I have to, I treat them the same as any other member of the crew."
"Is that right? So you tolerate them for their usefulness. I'm going to assume that this is an allusion to me and my career field." Bar'diel sat back in her chair and reach for the hotpot to fill her mug up, "Would you like some?" She asked reaching for a second mug for the XO.
"I get your dislike, I do... hell I think my family hates the fact I have chosen this field. Though I hope you understand I'm here to try to help the crew, really I'm not caring to evaluate it for the higher ups. Sure i will but the fact I'm here isn't for that."
"Thank you, I will take a cup." she said being polite. It never hurt to be polite. "No, it is not a case of I tolerate them. I no longer hate them. My life changed when I was ten years old. My mother had gone to a hospital in the city. My sister lived for three days. She was killed in a train accident when my parents were returning home from the birthing. It was later determined that the accident was not an accident, but the work of a radial Laibe group. My parents survived the wreck, but the hospital they were taken to was in a Laibe community and refused to accept them. My parents died in transit to a more distant hospital. So, it is sufficient to say that at the age of 10, I hated all Laibes vehemently. Between more therapy sessions than I could count, and just maturing. I moved past my rage and hatred. I now take each Laibe on a case by case basis, how they act and treat me determines my opinion of them. For example Levi'Nash Gev'inov has been a valuable bridge member and we work well together."
SCribbing a few notes down, Bar'Diel made sure to put a reminder to look up the service records for Def'leor. "Well then, I can't say I know what that all was like, but.. It's reassuring to hear that you are forcing yourself to judge each on their own merit. It's something i do for everyone in general." She sat there and took a sip of her tea. "What made you choice to join the military?"
Def'leor sipped the liquid in her cup and made sure to give a pleased expression. In truth the liquid was just warm water to her poor taste. "First, allow me to clarify I do not force myself to judge. I apply that principle to everyone I meet these days. It is how they act, treat me, and perform their jobs that forms my opinion."
She put the cup down on the table. "As for joining the military, it was a chance to acquire education and skills that I would not be able to get elsewhere. The training I have received will give me opportunities for jobs after the service. Plus I had a desire to see new worlds. I want to set foot on places that no one has seen before. That has not happened yet, but sooner or later we will find such a place. I will admit that my experiences in the service have not been what I expected. I certainly never thought that we would spend most of our time dealing with other members of the Kingdom who were trying to kill us. I certainly did not expect to serve as acting Lexicon shortly after coming aboard. But I have been doing my best to adapt and learn. It is a bit ironic that not having a family has made it somewhat easier with being Lexicon. When the crew is given shore leave, instead of going home to a family. i spend my time studying, taking courses and spending time relaxing."
"You don't have any friends outside the service? No one to visit at all?" Bar'Diel unconsciously jotted a few lines down as she asked Def'leor. "It seems a bit of a downer to be stuck here all the time. Do you not go off and date or anything off ship?"
Def'leor smiled at Bar'diel. "After the loss of my family, I grew up in an orphan home. There were a few of the other children that I was friends with, but we lost touch over the years.
When we take leave, I do not stay on board the Gam'trosha. Couldn't in most cases if I wanted to because of the repairs she is usually in for. I normally get a room at a local hotel, usually some place nice with amenities that I enjoy. I have not dated since joining the service. Most of the time we have had shore leave, most of the crew has gone home to be with their families. I prefer to avoid such awkward gatherings. Becomes a real bummer when sitting with the group and someone inevitably asks questions such as, so what do your parents think about your joining the service, or so what is your family like. Even the Ship Mistress on occasion has after a leave has made comments along the lines of 'I hope everyone had a chance to spend some time with their families.' It has just been easier for the past year to focus on doing my job. I mean the safety of the crew was thrust onto my shoulders on our second training mission. So I have spent all my free time to make sure that i up to the task. I am hoping on our next shore leave to actually not have to open a book, perhaps go with some of the crew members if they aren't going home and just have some fun."
"But it sounds like you just described your family to me." The young Tar'vas said as she took another sip. her notepad wasn't filling quite a quickly as it normally does but she was gaining quite a bit of insight on her visitor. "You might not see it but it seems you consider the crew as a family. Makes me feel a bit more confident being aboard, I'm not afraid to say. Though you should try looking at things from a different angle. Like if you were looking at a combat scenario..."
She grinned a bit as she continued, "You can't just look at it form the ship's sensor angle, imagining what the other ship's thinking and planning is always easier for a third-party's view."
Def'leor laughed good naturally. "You have not been on the bridge we are always having to second guess the folks we are fighting, and come at the situation from a tangent. When we go into battle it is pretty much never what we expect.That's what made the first battles so difficult, because the idea of fighting our own people just did not make sense."
"Never does makes sense, though fighting of any kind doesn't make sense to me. Though have you thought to use you tangent view on battle on yourself?" The kit asked as she played her pen around a little doodle on her notepad, it helped her concentrate on thinking on the situation at hand.
"No, my tactic for my life is facing my challenges and obstacles head on. I have to think sideways too much on the job." Def'leor replied.
"I see... So looking in on yourself is left out because your job comes first?" Bar'Diel replied trying to understand the Lexicon. "That is a shame. Most times I see that it leads to the person burning themselves out and me left having to report them for, what did you say? 'Unfit for duty' was it?" She smiled a little before sipping on her tea, it was getting cooler so she slid it off to the side of the desk.
Def'leor decided she did not like the way the conversation was going. She stood up, "I think this discussion is about to end. Because you have obviously chosen to ignore what I said about looking forward to taking leave with the crew in the future. If this is an example of your skills, I think it is safe to say that your presence here will be very short."My social life or lack there of because of my duties, is not an issue."
The kit sat there and watched Def'leor stand and snap at her, "I never ignored that, I was just telling you that I worry that you have started a pattern that may lead to yourself excusing yourself back to solitude and work. It's easy to do, I did it during school myself. Lost focus on the social end of things and almost was asked the leave and try again from the start of the coarses." her voice never wavered nor changed, still calm and polite Bar'Diel continued. "But if you believe my stationing here is derogatory to the crew and the functioning of the ship, then that might be."
Def'leor just shook her head and chuckled, "It sounds more to me that you are projecting your failure to control your life on someone else. Just because my leaves were not running around with the crew does not mean that they were not enjoyable. In truth, while at the hotels, I liked meeting new people. Folks who did not know anything about me. Where I could just be me, no uniform, no service. It was very freeing to just be Def'leor not the Lexicon or A'Fuereb for short periods of time when I wanted to talk to people. So while I may not have spent the majority of my leaves running around with people that I have to be careful of what I say, or do. Spending my time to learn, and enjoying short breaks of putting it aside works for me."
Nodding Bar'Diel sat there thinking. "Maybe i have been, strange..." She thought for moment to or to on it. "If that is what you like to do, then why bother saying that you will be trying to spend more down time with the crew? Why not just be who you are and say that your not one to want to spend time with people you have to work with and have to pretend with?" She asked calmly as any of the rest of her questions, it wasn't an accusation nor sounding negative.
"The answer to that is rather obvious. I may be the ship's Lexicon but that could change. And as the Lexicon the better I know the crew, the better I can take care of them. One never knows when a person's hobby could come in handy on a mission or even on leave. But if I don't spend any time with them I won't learn that side of them. So sorry, I will not say that I am not one to spend time with people I have to work with. I am a person doing her best to deal with responsibilities that were put upon me, and trying to do my best to balance both sides of my life. Since I no longer need to spend hours and hours learning what most Lexicons get to learn over their career before being given the position. I am looking forward to spending some time with them, in non-work related situations. And I never pretended with the people in the hotels, again you misconstrue my words. I said it was nice to just be myself. Perhaps you should try that yourself sometime." She turned and walked to the door and opened it. "Have a good day Bar'Diel Tar'Vas, I will leave you to play your word games with others. I have my duties to attend to." She walked out and made her way back to the bridge.
The kit sat there for a few moments after the Lexicon had left. She was dumbfounded to say the least. After a few minutes of raking her brain to see id she could have come up with a different tact, Bar'Diel sighed and scribbled down a few more notes and started inputing them into the pad. She definitely needed to get access to the crews records.
Def'leor walked down to the container that was in the hold. She was uncertain as to why they had a box with a person in it. It seemed dangerous to say the least. What if something happened in the hold, the person would be sucked into space and no one would even know. She approached the box and found the entrance to it. There was only one reason she was approaching this box, because Sa'kira asked her to do so. As the Lexicon she had to set an example, although she noticed that the Ship mistress was not about doing so. So she stood for a moment, a cargo container made a poor office, there was no door chime to trigger. So she went old school and gave the door three sharp raps.
Bar'diel sat at her desk going over her notes from her last visitor. This was sometimes fun, trying to gauge what notes were important and what were just bits that were snap calls that weren't all that needed. She transcribed all the important notes into a text pad so that they were digitalized and sorted a bit. Each 'case' was the same in that aspect. hardcopy notepad went into a file in a drawer the digital copy encrypted and kept near her person. She thought maybe that she should ask about a security safe to keep her pad and notes in. Privacy was key in this business.
Hearing the knocks on the side wall, she really needed to hand a bell of chime or something. "Come In!" Bar'Diel quickly dug out a new notepad and stood to great the newest visitor. This time she was ready, in her hot pot she had some tea hot and steaming for the guest and with the tinned cookies she had it would be down right pleasant.
She waited a moment, after hearing what she thought was someone calling for her to come in, she opened the door. She took a step into the crate and looked around. It seemed as if the occupant had taken steps to make it 'comfortable', but to Def'leor that was an oxymoron given its designation.
"Hello, I am A'Fuereb Vail'ant Def'leor." she said from where she stood.
"Hello yourself, Welcome to my office, would you like a seat?" Bar'diel motioned to the chair by the desk, "Or we can go back to the lovely seating room I have set up?" She pulled back the rear curtain to show the couch coffee table and chair in the rear. "What ever would make you feel more comfortable.... that is if you came down for an interview. If you came for information, I have to say unless I get orders from the Judicial department, signed by the medical board, I will not release any information I have gathered." She said trying to remain cheerful, she was worried that one of the Commanders of the ship would try to use her for information.
Def'leor looked at the other room, she had no desire to be comfortable, "I am not here for information, although since you brought it up. I would remind you that you have a legal obligation under regulations to report any crew member that you feel is unfit for duty.
This room will be fine, I came down here to set an example for the rest of the crew that they should come and visit you." She said taking a chair near Bar'diel.
"I must say that I am perplexed as to why a civilian was put aboard our vessel. If you are here to evaluate a military crew, one would surmise that a military counselor would be better suited." she said after sitting.
"As for the first part you are correct, it is my duty to report such personnel." She smiled taking the return barb with a bit of humor, "As for why I'm here opposed to a military member, i don't know. People above my pay grade made that decision, but here I am. I'm glad you have decided to." She smiled and sat down back at her desk.
"So what would you like to discuss? You want to tell me about yourself?"
Def'leor noted that this Bar'diel liked to use the innocuous open ended questions. "I will tell you what I told the first counselor I spoke to many years ago." She said relaxing in the chair, She asked me "What do you call a 100 Laibe's tied to their riches and at the bottom of a lake. The first visit I told her a good start. A week later, I told her not enough. A few months later I told her a waste of resources. Nowadays, my view is simple. Laibes have their place in our culture. I just prefer to not have to deal with them, but if I have to, I treat them the same as any other member of the crew."
"Is that right? So you tolerate them for their usefulness. I'm going to assume that this is an allusion to me and my career field." Bar'diel sat back in her chair and reach for the hotpot to fill her mug up, "Would you like some?" She asked reaching for a second mug for the XO.
"I get your dislike, I do... hell I think my family hates the fact I have chosen this field. Though I hope you understand I'm here to try to help the crew, really I'm not caring to evaluate it for the higher ups. Sure i will but the fact I'm here isn't for that."
"Thank you, I will take a cup." she said being polite. It never hurt to be polite. "No, it is not a case of I tolerate them. I no longer hate them. My life changed when I was ten years old. My mother had gone to a hospital in the city. My sister lived for three days. She was killed in a train accident when my parents were returning home from the birthing. It was later determined that the accident was not an accident, but the work of a radial Laibe group. My parents survived the wreck, but the hospital they were taken to was in a Laibe community and refused to accept them. My parents died in transit to a more distant hospital. So, it is sufficient to say that at the age of 10, I hated all Laibes vehemently. Between more therapy sessions than I could count, and just maturing. I moved past my rage and hatred. I now take each Laibe on a case by case basis, how they act and treat me determines my opinion of them. For example Levi'Nash Gev'inov has been a valuable bridge member and we work well together."
SCribbing a few notes down, Bar'Diel made sure to put a reminder to look up the service records for Def'leor. "Well then, I can't say I know what that all was like, but.. It's reassuring to hear that you are forcing yourself to judge each on their own merit. It's something i do for everyone in general." She sat there and took a sip of her tea. "What made you choice to join the military?"
Def'leor sipped the liquid in her cup and made sure to give a pleased expression. In truth the liquid was just warm water to her poor taste. "First, allow me to clarify I do not force myself to judge. I apply that principle to everyone I meet these days. It is how they act, treat me, and perform their jobs that forms my opinion."
She put the cup down on the table. "As for joining the military, it was a chance to acquire education and skills that I would not be able to get elsewhere. The training I have received will give me opportunities for jobs after the service. Plus I had a desire to see new worlds. I want to set foot on places that no one has seen before. That has not happened yet, but sooner or later we will find such a place. I will admit that my experiences in the service have not been what I expected. I certainly never thought that we would spend most of our time dealing with other members of the Kingdom who were trying to kill us. I certainly did not expect to serve as acting Lexicon shortly after coming aboard. But I have been doing my best to adapt and learn. It is a bit ironic that not having a family has made it somewhat easier with being Lexicon. When the crew is given shore leave, instead of going home to a family. i spend my time studying, taking courses and spending time relaxing."
"You don't have any friends outside the service? No one to visit at all?" Bar'Diel unconsciously jotted a few lines down as she asked Def'leor. "It seems a bit of a downer to be stuck here all the time. Do you not go off and date or anything off ship?"
Def'leor smiled at Bar'diel. "After the loss of my family, I grew up in an orphan home. There were a few of the other children that I was friends with, but we lost touch over the years.
When we take leave, I do not stay on board the Gam'trosha. Couldn't in most cases if I wanted to because of the repairs she is usually in for. I normally get a room at a local hotel, usually some place nice with amenities that I enjoy. I have not dated since joining the service. Most of the time we have had shore leave, most of the crew has gone home to be with their families. I prefer to avoid such awkward gatherings. Becomes a real bummer when sitting with the group and someone inevitably asks questions such as, so what do your parents think about your joining the service, or so what is your family like. Even the Ship Mistress on occasion has after a leave has made comments along the lines of 'I hope everyone had a chance to spend some time with their families.' It has just been easier for the past year to focus on doing my job. I mean the safety of the crew was thrust onto my shoulders on our second training mission. So I have spent all my free time to make sure that i up to the task. I am hoping on our next shore leave to actually not have to open a book, perhaps go with some of the crew members if they aren't going home and just have some fun."
"But it sounds like you just described your family to me." The young Tar'vas said as she took another sip. her notepad wasn't filling quite a quickly as it normally does but she was gaining quite a bit of insight on her visitor. "You might not see it but it seems you consider the crew as a family. Makes me feel a bit more confident being aboard, I'm not afraid to say. Though you should try looking at things from a different angle. Like if you were looking at a combat scenario..."
She grinned a bit as she continued, "You can't just look at it form the ship's sensor angle, imagining what the other ship's thinking and planning is always easier for a third-party's view."
Def'leor laughed good naturally. "You have not been on the bridge we are always having to second guess the folks we are fighting, and come at the situation from a tangent. When we go into battle it is pretty much never what we expect.That's what made the first battles so difficult, because the idea of fighting our own people just did not make sense."
"Never does makes sense, though fighting of any kind doesn't make sense to me. Though have you thought to use you tangent view on battle on yourself?" The kit asked as she played her pen around a little doodle on her notepad, it helped her concentrate on thinking on the situation at hand.
"No, my tactic for my life is facing my challenges and obstacles head on. I have to think sideways too much on the job." Def'leor replied.
"I see... So looking in on yourself is left out because your job comes first?" Bar'Diel replied trying to understand the Lexicon. "That is a shame. Most times I see that it leads to the person burning themselves out and me left having to report them for, what did you say? 'Unfit for duty' was it?" She smiled a little before sipping on her tea, it was getting cooler so she slid it off to the side of the desk.
Def'leor decided she did not like the way the conversation was going. She stood up, "I think this discussion is about to end. Because you have obviously chosen to ignore what I said about looking forward to taking leave with the crew in the future. If this is an example of your skills, I think it is safe to say that your presence here will be very short."My social life or lack there of because of my duties, is not an issue."
The kit sat there and watched Def'leor stand and snap at her, "I never ignored that, I was just telling you that I worry that you have started a pattern that may lead to yourself excusing yourself back to solitude and work. It's easy to do, I did it during school myself. Lost focus on the social end of things and almost was asked the leave and try again from the start of the coarses." her voice never wavered nor changed, still calm and polite Bar'Diel continued. "But if you believe my stationing here is derogatory to the crew and the functioning of the ship, then that might be."
Def'leor just shook her head and chuckled, "It sounds more to me that you are projecting your failure to control your life on someone else. Just because my leaves were not running around with the crew does not mean that they were not enjoyable. In truth, while at the hotels, I liked meeting new people. Folks who did not know anything about me. Where I could just be me, no uniform, no service. It was very freeing to just be Def'leor not the Lexicon or A'Fuereb for short periods of time when I wanted to talk to people. So while I may not have spent the majority of my leaves running around with people that I have to be careful of what I say, or do. Spending my time to learn, and enjoying short breaks of putting it aside works for me."
Nodding Bar'Diel sat there thinking. "Maybe i have been, strange..." She thought for moment to or to on it. "If that is what you like to do, then why bother saying that you will be trying to spend more down time with the crew? Why not just be who you are and say that your not one to want to spend time with people you have to work with and have to pretend with?" She asked calmly as any of the rest of her questions, it wasn't an accusation nor sounding negative.
"The answer to that is rather obvious. I may be the ship's Lexicon but that could change. And as the Lexicon the better I know the crew, the better I can take care of them. One never knows when a person's hobby could come in handy on a mission or even on leave. But if I don't spend any time with them I won't learn that side of them. So sorry, I will not say that I am not one to spend time with people I have to work with. I am a person doing her best to deal with responsibilities that were put upon me, and trying to do my best to balance both sides of my life. Since I no longer need to spend hours and hours learning what most Lexicons get to learn over their career before being given the position. I am looking forward to spending some time with them, in non-work related situations. And I never pretended with the people in the hotels, again you misconstrue my words. I said it was nice to just be myself. Perhaps you should try that yourself sometime." She turned and walked to the door and opened it. "Have a good day Bar'Diel Tar'Vas, I will leave you to play your word games with others. I have my duties to attend to." She walked out and made her way back to the bridge.
The kit sat there for a few moments after the Lexicon had left. She was dumbfounded to say the least. After a few minutes of raking her brain to see id she could have come up with a different tact, Bar'Diel sighed and scribbled down a few more notes and started inputing them into the pad. She definitely needed to get access to the crews records.
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