Post Number 39 A guest awakens

Posted on Tue Mar 2nd, 2021 @ 11:03pm by Commodore Cyndi Song & Lieutenant Tara Herculoid PhD & Lieutenant T’Mia Rahl

Mission: Planet Savai
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: Back Post

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=/\= Doctor Bjorgo to all available department heads. I need you to report to Sickbay immediately. Our guest is up and about. =/\=

Amethyst heard the call, she was curious to say the least about their guest. Getting up she tapped her comm badge. “Raymond to Bjorgo, I’m on my way.”

Tore heard the response, still trying to get the female's name. So, he tried once more while she dug in that slide out compartment, now fully armed to the teeth with twin daggers, an ornate silver bow made from some unknown alloy, which also happened to match her blades. The quiver was taken up and slung over her back as he saw her touch the bottom of it along an engraved pattern, with three arrows immediately replicating and filling the holder. Ingenious, he thought. Everything was bejeweled, engraved and wrapped in leather where appropriate, and one could tell all her leather straps and belts were hand crafted, the work exquisite. "Hey!" He said, slapping the side of the pod. When she looked up and narrowed her eyes in irritation Bjorgo pointed at himself. "Tore!" He then motioned to her. What came out was somewhat Federation Standard (English), but all jumbled together as she too poked her own chest. "Wow, that whole thing is your name, huh?. Okay..." Again he pointed at himself, giving his full name. "Tore Bjorgo." He then held his fingers up in a pincher style, shortening the distance between the digits to show getting smaller. "Tore."

Cocking her head and focusing, the woman did the same symbolism, showing a shortening of space. "Nira." It came out well said, the R trilled in a way that made it sound like a combination of Spanish and Eastern European dialect.

Cyndi headed to sick bay to talk to Tore but when she got there she was surprised to see a Lavender Skinned being there. "Doctor who is your guest?"

Kristian had been treating a patient when she heard the call to report to sick bay, since she was already there Long walked back to where her boss was and did a double take when she spotted the being, just in time to hear the commodore's question. "Need me to run some scans doctor, commodore?" Kristian asked

"Science scan our guest," Cyndi ordered.

Seeing these new intruders to the chamber Nira set her bow down and crouched in a defensive stance. Her ears and eyebrows twisted and moved this way and that, like a cat would use it's tail to show irritation and intimidation. She bared her canines and gave a hissing growl towards the newcomers. Her hands close to her scabbards, but not touching them yet.

"Neh neh!" Tore held his hands up straight in front of himself in a defensive posture. The lavender female glanced his way, and did seem to relax slightly, but not all the way.

Amethyst was next to arrive, walking in she offered a polite smile to all present before looking curiously at their guest then at Tore. “Have you managed to establish a dialogue Doctor?”

Bjorgo gave a nod, not taking his eyes off of their guest. If she attacked he might be their only hope. "Sort of. She seems to be working out our language. Rather quickly, I might add. She got into the computer earlier and speed read every language in our database."

“So she’s pretty advanced” Amethyst looked at their guest curiously wondering if there was a possibility she might be telepathic. Normally she would sense it if someone was, and she wasn’t sensing that. “She must trust you.”

"If, by that, you mean she hasn't tried to kill me yet, then yes." Relaxing back into a standard posture, Tore stepped over and put himself between the alien and the other two. His stance showed strength and conviction. "Nira, neh neh. Friends." He held his hands out at hip level, showing open palms. "I think she imprinted on me, since I was the first one she saw when she sat up suddenly. And, I do mean suddenly. She is both quick and agile, and can strike poses that would be very uncomfortable for you and I."

Nira listened to what was said, her senses taking it all in. The high energy of combat was not present even as she huffed and added the two new creatures to her olfactory memory. And, as quickly as she had crouched into combat stance she stood up straight and let her hands drop to her sides casually. "Who?" She looked to the others, the ears and eyebrows still waving around slightly.

"Commodore Cyndi Song, our leader." He motioned to the boss. "This is Amethyst Raymond, ship's counselor. They are friends and wanted to come meet you."

Nira touched her right temple with two fingertips, closing her eyes momentarily. When they opened they showed a new level of understanding. She strode straight forward toward Song, with Bjorgo stepping in next to his CO. "You are Matriarch?" Asked Nira, in her unique accent, but perfectly understandable.

Cyndi nodded "Yes I'm in command of this ship, my name is Cyndi."

"Cyndi," the lavender woman touched her chest. "Nira. Permit to stay?" It was a question. Asking permission to remain aboard, from what Bjorgo could ascertain.

"Nira, I will have guest quarters arranged for you and more permanent ones at a later date," Cyndi replied.

Amethyst watched the exchange with interest. “Nina, where are you from?”

"Danku, Cyndi. My blade yours." Nira knew her broken language would be hard for them to ascertain, but this 'Federation standard' they spoke appeared to be a hybrid of hundreds of languages before it. It was not easy to form the proper context with the various meanings to words that were the same, but depending on circumstance, meant something totally different. She had offered her blades in service to this Chieftain. As an explorer she was here to garner allies, not enemies. Nira's eyes fell on Amethyst. "Don't know where is. Can't tell where from."

"When she got into the computer she went for languages only, bypassing, on purpose, all other data." Bjorgo informed. "I don't think she knows where she is, and she hasn't accessed the database in her pod, yet."

Amethyst walked over to the computer and pulled up the database of star charts. “We are here” she pointed to the ship’s current location. You can study these charts as much as you wish, there’s lots to learn.” She pointed to Betazed, “This is my home Betazed.”

Nira walked over next to Amethyst, her gaze on the monitor. Her right hand, the fingertips, began to sparkle with that eerie, strange amber energy that reminded Tore of sparklers. Lightly running her finger pads over the screen, which fuzzed a bit as she did so, Nira pulled the data on the screen away and tossed it in the air. The amber sparks reproduced the galactic map in the air, covering several meters in all directions, and three dimensional. A little red dot appeared in a spiral arm of the Milky Way. The Amandora in the star system.

"More," said Nira, looking around at the faces expectantly. Holding her hand up, palm up at chest height, the expansive Milky Way map reduced to the size of a tennis ball in her palm. "Not from."

"Not from the Milky Way," asked Bjorgo, trying to figure out what she meant. "Not from here." He pointed to the shrunken galaxy holo in her hand.

"Seh seh." Nira gave a perfunctory nod. The small galaxy fizzled out, and she pointed at the computer. "May?" She motioned from herself to the computer, twice, asking permission.

"Permission granted," Cyndi said

Nira nodded respectfully to Cyndi. "Honor." Tapping away at the keys, Nira then brought up a map of the universe, but not with stars, with galaxies. She jabbed a finger into the center of a fairly close galaxy to the Milky Way. "Doht."

Bjorgo harumphed and gasped all at once. "The Andromeda galaxy? Holy shit, Commodore!"

Cyndi looked at the map and then to Nira "How did you get here from another galaxy?"

"Chapa'ai," stated Nira, matter of fact. She glanced around, seeing no one knew what that meant. "Chapa'ai?" She asked, bringing up both hands and using the index fingers of each to make a circle four inches in diameter, which she then turned a hand into a fin, and whooshed through where the hole should have been. 'Neh neh?" She looked askance.

"Nira," Tore speaking to her calmly. "Chapa'ai, in our words." He touched his bottom lip and motioned to her with it after.

"Chapa izzz..big door, to hold others out. Ai is 'star'."

"A big door to hold others out?" Bjorgo looked around at the others, his mind on so many other things he couldn't come up with anything.

"Are you saying you got here through a dimensional doorway?" Tara asked "They're supposed to be only rumors."

A thought popped into Bjorgo's mind, after remembering another species that used gateways. "Gate? Is that the big door? A 'stargate'?"

"Seh seh," nodded Nira, grinning a little. Her long, tapering ears and eyebrows moved about subtly, but were much more active now that she was not in a threatening situation. "I help."

"Help?" Asked Tore, looking a bit confused. "Help with what?"

Nira went and stood tall next to Song, squaring her shoulders and planting her feet, crossing her arms in a definite swagger. "Help wit all tings. Warrior!" She dropped her arms to her sides after putting fist to chest. "Serve Amandora Clan, and Matriarch Cyndi. Must continue my explore."

"I welcome your assistance, and welcome aboard. I'll have quarters readied for you. This ship is one of exploration," Cyndi said.

"I serve," added Nira, sounding like it was now a fact, not just a desire. In her eyes she had been accepted by the leader of the Amandora clan.

Bjorgo stepped in. "I'll get her acclimated, Commodore. Show her her quarters, and then a tour of the ship. I got this, no worries."

Cyndi nodded "That sounds perfect. I look forward to working with her and seeing what we can teach each other."


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