01-15-2025, 01:43 PM
From her corner, Mika continued to observe the various members of the Yeager crew enter the Observation Lounge. Honestly, she didn’t have any predetermined notions for who, and what, she’d be serving with. Even after their initial meeting with Captain Braggins, Mika wouldn’t be surprised that unknown variables would be present. Which wasn’t something she was fond of, because she liked to know things. Continuing to sip her wine, she took notice of someone she believed to be the First Officer.
Can’t really tell whether or not he’d actually like to be here. Regardless, I’d say he’s sporting a pretty decent poker face at the very least. From how he’s walking it also looks like he’d rather not approach anyone directly, at least socially. Whether it’s a power play on his part, or whether that’s always been his way is out in the air for me.
Her fellow Midshipman, the engineer that Mika didn’t really get the name of, had arrived as well, and approached the bar himself. While he was certainly getting his own drink, the blond could also see how he’d decided to interact with Jensen. Some people were always direct in their actions, but Mika wasn’t sure she could ever be like that. At least not without having all the facts presented before her. Perhaps she was simply afraid of making a mistake, and while she knew she’d eventually learn from them she rather avoid them, all the same.
Another joiner was one donned in a security officer’s uniform. A quick visual inspection indicated the other woman was of Klingon ancestry, but not exactly. The ridges weren’t as pronounced, but given history anything was possible. They had taken notice of the First Officer, but seemed to be going out of their way to avoid him altogether. Mika seemed a bit amused at what she was witnessing.
I would be shocked if the two of them weren’t an item. And that’s ignoring the fact that Starfleet has some not so lenient feelings when it comes to personal relationships in the service, considering that the actual written version of the protocols is currently three centimeters thick. I’m just the newcomer, but sometimes there’s just a way people look that is sometimes universal.
One of the bigger shocks was that of a Gorn entering, wearing a Starfleet uniform no less. Despite his hulking appearance, Mika wasn’t truly scared of the man. The Gorn were technically somewhat of an enigma, especially since for the most part they typically kept to themselves in the galactic scheme of things. Considering the pips she noticed on his collar, he was probably one of the exceptions to the ‘rule’.
The latest newcomer was even more of an unknown for Mika. She couldn’t place the species of the canine-like creature, however she had to remind herself of how vast the Federation actually was. That was also considering the fact whether his people were indeed apart of the Federation, or not. However, he also seemed to have approached the group of people who had also seemingly offered Mika a non-verbally invitation.
I haven’t observed enough to give myself an even playing field, but it also would be rude to turn down the offer. It’s not normally my preferred route, but what’s that ancient adage? ‘You only live once’. Here goes nothing.
Stepping out from the corner that had been her home for the last several minutes, Mika gracefully walked towards the assembled scientist and doctors. As she was making her way over, they’d been joined by yet another individual. The young woman wasn’t really investigating as much anymore, but could tell from a glance the newcomer was a Trill. Either that, or he’d invested highly in many small tattoos. As she finally approached, she noticed that the science woman didn’t seem to be taking things emotionally well.
“Did I come at a bad time?”
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Can’t really tell whether or not he’d actually like to be here. Regardless, I’d say he’s sporting a pretty decent poker face at the very least. From how he’s walking it also looks like he’d rather not approach anyone directly, at least socially. Whether it’s a power play on his part, or whether that’s always been his way is out in the air for me.
Her fellow Midshipman, the engineer that Mika didn’t really get the name of, had arrived as well, and approached the bar himself. While he was certainly getting his own drink, the blond could also see how he’d decided to interact with Jensen. Some people were always direct in their actions, but Mika wasn’t sure she could ever be like that. At least not without having all the facts presented before her. Perhaps she was simply afraid of making a mistake, and while she knew she’d eventually learn from them she rather avoid them, all the same.
Another joiner was one donned in a security officer’s uniform. A quick visual inspection indicated the other woman was of Klingon ancestry, but not exactly. The ridges weren’t as pronounced, but given history anything was possible. They had taken notice of the First Officer, but seemed to be going out of their way to avoid him altogether. Mika seemed a bit amused at what she was witnessing.
I would be shocked if the two of them weren’t an item. And that’s ignoring the fact that Starfleet has some not so lenient feelings when it comes to personal relationships in the service, considering that the actual written version of the protocols is currently three centimeters thick. I’m just the newcomer, but sometimes there’s just a way people look that is sometimes universal.
One of the bigger shocks was that of a Gorn entering, wearing a Starfleet uniform no less. Despite his hulking appearance, Mika wasn’t truly scared of the man. The Gorn were technically somewhat of an enigma, especially since for the most part they typically kept to themselves in the galactic scheme of things. Considering the pips she noticed on his collar, he was probably one of the exceptions to the ‘rule’.
The latest newcomer was even more of an unknown for Mika. She couldn’t place the species of the canine-like creature, however she had to remind herself of how vast the Federation actually was. That was also considering the fact whether his people were indeed apart of the Federation, or not. However, he also seemed to have approached the group of people who had also seemingly offered Mika a non-verbally invitation.
I haven’t observed enough to give myself an even playing field, but it also would be rude to turn down the offer. It’s not normally my preferred route, but what’s that ancient adage? ‘You only live once’. Here goes nothing.
Stepping out from the corner that had been her home for the last several minutes, Mika gracefully walked towards the assembled scientist and doctors. As she was making her way over, they’d been joined by yet another individual. The young woman wasn’t really investigating as much anymore, but could tell from a glance the newcomer was a Trill. Either that, or he’d invested highly in many small tattoos. As she finally approached, she noticed that the science woman didn’t seem to be taking things emotionally well.
“Did I come at a bad time?”
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