07-08-2025, 05:58 PM
The male Trill looked shocked, surprised, and whatever else his slightly-bushy manicured eyebrows could show. Then, his eyes showed a clear look of resignation, and his posture changed.
His spine was not ram-rod straight, but his shoulders were square enough that it showed he knew how to carry himself in a serious conversation. He wasn’t a soldier or a Starfleet officer, so his stance (albeit sitting down) was not at full attention, but his mood had certainly changed to be respectful.
“My name is C’had Kestir.” He spoke, his voice at a much quieter register than his previous, boisterous attitude had held. “I have been studying the art of negotiation since I was 15 years old, and head of every debate team I could find since I was 16. I have degrees in Conflict Resolution, PolySci, Governmental Politics, Exobiology, and Sociology.”
A deep breath resonated throughout him, as if it almost embarrassed him to list his qualifications. “I have been a candidate for the Symbiont Program since I achieved my second degree and caught the Council’s eye. Kestir chose me herself, and assured me that it would still be some time before I was to be joined. It was a great honor to be chosen by someone held in as high regard as her, even though –well, especially since– our views on life were so different.”
After allowing for a pause that may have been mixed with deep embarrassment, C’had told the red-headed, steel-minded doctor, “I am ready for my responsibilities, Dr. O’Fee. I also think… the Symbiont really hasn’t had sex in a couple hundred years. And they need to relax.”
His spine was not ram-rod straight, but his shoulders were square enough that it showed he knew how to carry himself in a serious conversation. He wasn’t a soldier or a Starfleet officer, so his stance (albeit sitting down) was not at full attention, but his mood had certainly changed to be respectful.
“My name is C’had Kestir.” He spoke, his voice at a much quieter register than his previous, boisterous attitude had held. “I have been studying the art of negotiation since I was 15 years old, and head of every debate team I could find since I was 16. I have degrees in Conflict Resolution, PolySci, Governmental Politics, Exobiology, and Sociology.”
A deep breath resonated throughout him, as if it almost embarrassed him to list his qualifications. “I have been a candidate for the Symbiont Program since I achieved my second degree and caught the Council’s eye. Kestir chose me herself, and assured me that it would still be some time before I was to be joined. It was a great honor to be chosen by someone held in as high regard as her, even though –well, especially since– our views on life were so different.”
After allowing for a pause that may have been mixed with deep embarrassment, C’had told the red-headed, steel-minded doctor, “I am ready for my responsibilities, Dr. O’Fee. I also think… the Symbiont really hasn’t had sex in a couple hundred years. And they need to relax.”