06-11-2025, 07:55 PM
The oversized, flowery luggage was now off the transporter pad, leaving the area free and clear to accept the arrival of one Trill mediator. The ornately-decorated hat notwithstanding, the promise of a highly-respected negotiator seemed to fill the transporter room with a kind of buzz, not completely unlike the tension one might feel upon waiting to meet their mother-in-law for the first time.
It was approximately seven minutes later when Trill gave the coordinates for the mediator’s location, tacking on the added message that they were waiting. Whether “they” meant the planet or the person was unclear.
Once the shimmer of the transporter beam faded, the person that stood before the Zephyr crew was neither old, nor a woman. A young male stood on the transporter platform, standing at six-foot-two-inches tall, with black hair, piercing blue eyes, a fit build, tanned white skin, and the ever-noticeable hallmark Trill spots. He grinned as he looked around the room, taking in every person he saw. It was a devilish grin, almost a satisfied smirk, as if some great plan was coming to fruition.
“Fantastic to be here!” The young man exclaimed. “Wow, you really pulled out all the stops, didn’t you Captain?!” He took a moment to stare at the Captain, his smile lessening, but not in a disappointed way. “Oh, my.” He said provocatively. “Tall dark and handsome, meet tall dark and handsome!” And he laughed.
Stepping off the transporter dais, he also took in the sights of Kier 77 and Gath in their similarly-colored uniforms. “Gorgeous,” he commented towards Kier, “and tough!” towards Gath. His eyebrows were raised in good-natured amusement.
Reaching out a hand to Ameen, the man finally introduced himself. “C’had Kestir,” he spoke, shaking his hand. “Mistress Kestir tragically died in her sleep the other night, they had to do an emergency surgery – woke me up at three am, can you imagine! But I’m so happy to be here. I’m properly qualified of course, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t –wouldn't be Kestir if I wasn’t! I’m so looking forward to these three weeks together!”
The young man took a step back and looked around the room again, smirking as he saw the honor guard, and seemed almost on the verge of laughter when he looked back to the command team present.
“Sooo many!” He drawled. “Is anyone up for a little… fun?” And he waggled his eyebrows.
It was approximately seven minutes later when Trill gave the coordinates for the mediator’s location, tacking on the added message that they were waiting. Whether “they” meant the planet or the person was unclear.
Once the shimmer of the transporter beam faded, the person that stood before the Zephyr crew was neither old, nor a woman. A young male stood on the transporter platform, standing at six-foot-two-inches tall, with black hair, piercing blue eyes, a fit build, tanned white skin, and the ever-noticeable hallmark Trill spots. He grinned as he looked around the room, taking in every person he saw. It was a devilish grin, almost a satisfied smirk, as if some great plan was coming to fruition.
“Fantastic to be here!” The young man exclaimed. “Wow, you really pulled out all the stops, didn’t you Captain?!” He took a moment to stare at the Captain, his smile lessening, but not in a disappointed way. “Oh, my.” He said provocatively. “Tall dark and handsome, meet tall dark and handsome!” And he laughed.
Stepping off the transporter dais, he also took in the sights of Kier 77 and Gath in their similarly-colored uniforms. “Gorgeous,” he commented towards Kier, “and tough!” towards Gath. His eyebrows were raised in good-natured amusement.
Reaching out a hand to Ameen, the man finally introduced himself. “C’had Kestir,” he spoke, shaking his hand. “Mistress Kestir tragically died in her sleep the other night, they had to do an emergency surgery – woke me up at three am, can you imagine! But I’m so happy to be here. I’m properly qualified of course, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t –wouldn't be Kestir if I wasn’t! I’m so looking forward to these three weeks together!”
The young man took a step back and looked around the room again, smirking as he saw the honor guard, and seemed almost on the verge of laughter when he looked back to the command team present.
“Sooo many!” He drawled. “Is anyone up for a little… fun?” And he waggled his eyebrows.