04-12-2026, 04:18 PM
Striding with hard-earned confidence into the auditorium, Ris'maeriffa walked with purpose, but no haste, towards the admissions desk. He took note of his classmates around him, also wearing their appropriate uniforms. Though he'd attended classes for four Terran standard years here, it still amazed, surprised, and thrilled him to be part of such a diverse collection of sophonts. He gave his tunic a tug that was still referred to as "the Picard Maneuver" these years later; while some had used it in a mocking manner, he had always used it with the greatest of respect for what the Admiral had done during his time in uniform.
He shook his head to break off the "woolgathering", as he'd heard the term from his Terran classmates. His collar-length silvery-white hair swayed a little from the motion, though the dark teal dyed portion between his antennae shifted minimally. He reached up to brush his fingertips through his hair, his nailed painted with a similar color polish as the splash of color in his hair.
His antennae moved of their own accord, much like any Andorian's, their powder blue tint much more subdued and inline with expected norms. At the same time, his jade green irises alternately contracted and dilated as he took note of any threats, however unlikely, and fond acquaintances from his years here. Minor worry lines announced themselves depending on his expression, and his jaw occasionally tensed as he reflected on the more challenging coursework.
Life is always learning, one way or another. The most effective lessons are usually the ones that happen outside of a classroom.
He heard the tone from his PADD indicating it was was his turn to approach the desk and receive his holodeck assignment for evaluation.
Ris, as he was known to close friends, walked with a grace and confidence he mostly believed in to the appointed spot in front of the desk.
"Cadet Qab'ataar reporting as directed, Sir."
== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==
He shook his head to break off the "woolgathering", as he'd heard the term from his Terran classmates. His collar-length silvery-white hair swayed a little from the motion, though the dark teal dyed portion between his antennae shifted minimally. He reached up to brush his fingertips through his hair, his nailed painted with a similar color polish as the splash of color in his hair.
His antennae moved of their own accord, much like any Andorian's, their powder blue tint much more subdued and inline with expected norms. At the same time, his jade green irises alternately contracted and dilated as he took note of any threats, however unlikely, and fond acquaintances from his years here. Minor worry lines announced themselves depending on his expression, and his jaw occasionally tensed as he reflected on the more challenging coursework.
Life is always learning, one way or another. The most effective lessons are usually the ones that happen outside of a classroom.
He heard the tone from his PADD indicating it was was his turn to approach the desk and receive his holodeck assignment for evaluation.
Ris, as he was known to close friends, walked with a grace and confidence he mostly believed in to the appointed spot in front of the desk.
"Cadet Qab'ataar reporting as directed, Sir."
== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==