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Captain Ezarah Ryn 13-Aug-20 01:23 PM

*Ezarah received a pleasant surprise upon entering her quarters. Instead of the viewports looking out to the stars that one normally found on starships, the room had a massive floor to ceiling window, through which she could see a balcony overlooking the arboretum. Her possessions were already in the room, having been neatly packed and transported aboard beforehand. However, instead of beginning the tedious process of unpacking and organizing, Ryn placed the small bag she’d kept with her on top of the pile and moved to the door beside the window, which allowed her access to the #sr-staff-balconies.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 13-Aug-20 01:40 PM

*Upon reentering her quarters, Ezarah looked again at her possessions, and again found the idea of unpacking distasteful. Later, she decided. That could wait until later. She checked the time on the computer console she found on the desk, and saw that there were still a few hours until the Odyssey left spacedock. Plenty of time to go meet some new colleagues. She left her quarters in search of them.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 14-Aug-20 02:00 AM

"Oh joy. It is finally time for that dreaded moment. Unpacking."

Captain Ezarah Ryn 14-Aug-20 02:10 PM

*Finally finished. Clothes neatly put away, decorations arranged to complement the room, and it finally felt like home again. She'd even replicated a few new pillows for the balcony seats.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 14-Aug-20 02:59 PM

*She left her quarters to resume her post.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 15-Aug-20 02:17 AM

*Immediately after entering, she sat down at her desk to record a log entry.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 15-Aug-20 12:43 PM

*She left her quarters in route to her office.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 16-Aug-20 02:42 AM

*Ezarah entered her quarters, ate dinner so quickly and uninterestedly that she immediately forgot what she'd eaten, then got ready for bed. She was asleep the moment she hit the pillow.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 16-Aug-20 02:48 PM

*She had awoken, eaten, and put on her uniform when the first officer accepted her request for a meeting. Immediately, she left her quarters in route to his office.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 18-Aug-20 07:49 PM

When she entered her quarters, Ezarah pulled out the small black case that held her new rank pip. She examined the small gold circle for a moment, before placing it on the table, followed by the three others she was already wearing, two gold and one hollow. Ryn left them there as she went to the replicator. "Computer, please replicate one uniform for Commander Ezarah Ryn, command." "Authorized," came the computer's cool response. Particles of light began to form in the slot, weaving and solidifying until they came to rest in the completed clothing, a standard uniform, neatly folded and accented red. She pulled it out and let it fall open, examining the color. "I haven't worn red since Azria was an engineer," she announced dryly to the empty room, "I hope it still suits me." *Her examination complete, she quickly switched uniforms, folding her old one neatly and putting it away. She supposed she wouldn’t need it anymore, but a habit was a habit.* *Last came the pips. One, two, three. Bright gold and shining.* "I suppose I've come full circle now. Retracing steps from a different age." *Then she left her quarters, leaving the old hollow pip behind in a drawer.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 20-Aug-20 11:48 PM

*When she entered her quarters, Ezarah wandered over to the window so she could look down over the arboretum. She was thankful she could keep her quarters and that her promotion hadn't required her to move. This was, without a doubt, the most unique room she'd ever had on a starship.* *After a few minutes, she went to get ready for bed. Putting on nightclothes, undoing her hair and brushing it out, cleaning and moisturizing her face, and brushing her teeth. As she climbed into bed, Ezarah ordered the computer to darken her window, shielding out the arboretum's artificial sunlight.* *She was exhausted. Yet, it took her longer than expected to fall asleep. And when she dreamed, it was of lives before her own.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 21-Aug-20 12:49 PM

*She was about to leave her quarters to begin her shift when the Captain's comm came. Ezarah walked out a little faster as a result.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 23-Aug-20 01:22 AM

*Ryn entered her quarters, went to her desk, and began reading the personnel files of the officers she’d met tonight.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 23-Aug-20 01:35 AM

*When she was finished reading, she got ready for bed and went to sleep.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 23-Aug-20 12:02 PM

*Ezarah rose, got dressed, and headed out to her office.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 25-Aug-20 11:41 PM

*When she entered her quarters, Ezarah considering falling into bed. She wanted to sleep for a week, and dream of meaningless wonders. But she couldn't do that. The first officer forced herself to her desk instead.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 26-Aug-20 12:18 AM

*Oddly, when she finished her work, Ezarah was no longer tired. She'd gone through her PADD, recorded her official log, and poured her problems out to the computer in a personal log. A rational part of her was aware that she desperately needed to speak to a counselor, yet at the same time she balked at the idea of doing so. The computer was a neutral observer. It could take her words and pass no judgement upon her.* *She didn't want to sleep. Her logs had changed her idea of sleeping. What had before been anticipated as an escape now seemed like the maws of a bottomless pit. Ezarah had spoken the names of the dead, and she feared they would chase her into her dreams.* *Her gaze was drawn to the window, and the bright sunshine of the arboretum shining through. It was in complete contract to her dark thoughts, and the realization made her long for it. She stood up and walked outside.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 26-Aug-20 12:32 PM

*First she washed her face, allowing the cold water to shock her back into wakefulness. Then came a quick change of uniform, and she was out the door on the way to her meeting.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 27-Aug-20 05:16 PM

*Ezarah walked inside and dropped the PADDs on the desk, stared at them for a moment, then turned away.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 28-Aug-20 12:10 PM

*She had started writing the consolation letters. Started. But somehow she couldn’t finish. Eventually, after staring at the computer for too long without saying a word, Ezarah got up and left. She would figure this out. But right now she needed a break.*

Rycoth 28-Aug-20 01:23 PM

*Gha'Rel chimed the door.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 28-Aug-20 01:40 PM

[D] There was no one home.

Rycoth 28-Aug-20 01:45 PM

*Seeing as no one responded Gha'Rel turned from the door and went to the bridge to deliver the report to the Captain instead.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 31-Aug-20 03:48 PM

*Once inside, she began to set up for the ritual.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 01-Sep-20 01:24 PM

*She hadn't finished her preparations when the call came to report to the Bridge. Ezarah sighed, but she knew it could wait until later. They still had a few days of travel ahead. She left her quarters to report for duty.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 02-Sep-20 12:22 AM

*Ezarah reentered her quarters and began to work again.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 02-Sep-20 11:24 AM

“I'nora, ja'kala vok 'za Ezarah. Zhian'tara rek pora'al Zheem Ryn tanas rhem Zarin. 'za Ezarah tanas rhem Zarin.” *Ezarah stood in front of the mirror in her quarters, chanting an old Trill ritual. The dialect was ancient, but the diplomat had spent years memorizing speeches and phrases in languages far different than her own. This was no difficultly for her, the foreign words falling from her lips in a smooth rich cadence. She stared at herself in the mirror as she spoke, dark eyes boring into themselves as though she could catch a glimpse of her soul in the reflection.* *In a way, that was exactly what she was trying to do.* *Behind her, there was a small cauldron set up in the center of the room, an artifact oddly juxtaposed against the décor of a modern starship. Ezarah had spent the day making the concoction that bubbled inside. It looked like mud, and she was thankful that the Rite of Emergence didn’t require her to eat it. The smell should not have been pleasant either; muddy, musty, and earthy. It reminded her of the caves deep beneath Trill where the symbionts matured, and somewhere deep in her subconscious, Ryn recognized the smell of home.* *She breathed in the scent deeply, filling her lungs and urging it to travel through her body, from Ezarah’s brain in her head, to Ryn’s brain in her gut.* “Vok Ezarah, Zarin tanas rhem.” *Something was happening to her reflection as Ezarah chanted. It seemed to blur, melting and reforming. The bone structure became harder, the jaw stronger. Skin paled and hair shortened and lightened. It had been blond once, but time had taken it and dulled the flaxen gold to a silver gray. The eyes were last, dark brown lightening to a pale blue. They looked younger, but they were no less cutting.* “Zarin.” *She greeted Ryn’s former host, whose memories were now brought to the forefront of her mind.* “I need your help.”

Captain Ezarah Ryn 02-Sep-20 12:01 PM

“What do you need that our memories can’t show you?” *Like hers, Zarin’s voice was deep. She could see how easy it was for him to command a room. But he lacked her elegance, each word cutting straight to the point, fast and clipped rather than smooth and flowing. He was a man of action.* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Advice.” *They had left the mirror behind. The long dead host now seemed like he was in the room with her, a hallucination for Ezarah’s eyes only. They had walked to the seating area and sat down, like two old friends sharing a conversation.* “I need your perspective on current events, and advice on how to handle them.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Then tell me.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *So she did. Ezarah wasn’t sure how long she spoke for. The words came out of her in a flood, normally carefully planned sentences abandoned in the face of this outlet for her pain. If it had been anyone else, she wasn’t sure if she’d be making any sense, but Zarin wasn’t really here. He was in her mind. She told him of Pongle, Smith, Morgan, Jones, Marcus, James, Gill, and Mackenzie. How they had died under her command. How she should have saved them. How she had failed. She told him of the refugees, and how she’d been swept into her new duties and had forgotten the old. How she could have avoided all of this if she’d just gone and spoken to them. She told him of how frightened she’d been on the bridge, commanding a crippled ship, knowing that every word could lead to more deaths. She told him of the injured officers, lying in hospital beds because of her. How a joined trill had nearly died – endangering a symbiont – because of her. She told him how everyone was saying that it wasn’t her fault, and that she couldn’t believe them. She told him of Pongle’s final words, and how they ripped her heart in two.* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“How do I live with this?” *Ezarah begged him to answer.* “You were a captain, you lost officers in the line of duty? How did you live with it? How do I?” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Zarin had watched her speak. He never interrupted, never said a word when she paused for breath. His face was expressionless, his eyes impassive. Apparently, they shared a knack for patience. He could have been a stone, immovable in the flood as he waited for her to get everything out. And when he did finally speak, it was as a stone, two words slamming into her with enough force to shatter.* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “You don’t.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *That was all he said. Ezarah’s eyes found his again, and when she spoke there was a hint of anger.* “I don’t? That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Why would you want to live with it Ezarah?” *His words were quiet, but there was still an element of harshness behind them.* “You are correct. Every crewmember who dies under your command is on your conscience. And yet, you cannot save them all. You will never be able to save them all. Command is a contradiction in itself. You cannot save them all, but the moment you accept that fact, you will have truly failed.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “If that is a requirement for command, then I believe I was correct in my original assessment. I do not want this burden. I do not want to command.” *She had already tried to resign. This time she would have to be more forceful.* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Do whatever you think is right. But since you called me here for my opinion,” *Zarin spoke with a bit of a combative air,* “You shouldn’t resign.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “And why is that?” *Ezarah asked angrily. Of course, he was reading her thoughts. He was in her mind. Speaking to him like this, it was so easy to forget.* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

“The Vulcans have an axiom. They love to sprout it after they’ve boiled down a horrible choice to an unemotional statistic. ‘The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few. Or the one.’” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I’ve heard it,” *Ezarah interrupted. Zarin gave her a look that she recognized easily. A Captain demanding silence. She gave it to him, and he continued.* ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “They used to teach it at the Academy to command students. Probably still do. They were trying to prepare us for the moment when we would order a person to their deaths. It helps, in a way. You might have lost one person – or eight – but you saved two thousand five hundred. Focus on the positives. But in my experience, the best Captains are the ones who never accept it. They’ll rail against it, fight tooth and nail for every life.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “And that’s a good thing?” *She countered,* “It sounds like a recipe for losing a ship.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I told you. Command is a contradiction.” *Zarin reminded her.* “You have to know when to let go.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “I don’t know when to let go.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “You’ll learn.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “And if I don’t?” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ “Our next host will have learned a valuable lesson.”

Captain Ezarah Ryn 04-Sep-20 10:38 AM

“You have told me nothing of value.” *Ezarah’s famed calm – the air of a diplomat – was beginning to crumble. She was starting to get quite the headache as well.* “You speak in riddles and circles, hardly fitting a captain of such renown. You should have been a politician.” “And you are looking for an easy answer that you will never find. What did you expect, some magic answer that will erase your guilt? There isn’t one. You can talk to all of us, and not one will be able to give you that. If you wanted it given to you gently, you should have spoken to Elza, not me.” “Elza was a musician.” *Ezarah scoffed,* “How could she have helped me?” “She knew how to command a room. You’ve been too focused on me, the obvious choice. You need to let all of our experiences guide you.” “Guide me where?” “I don’t know. Wherever you decide to go.” “Enough.” *Ezarah stood up, and quickly realized her headache was much worse than she’d originally thought. The run spun and she swayed for a moment before everything righted itself.* “This was a mistake. I should not have brought you here.” “Go ahead.” *Zarin shrugged, the hallucination staying in his seat, completely relaxed.* “Putting me back in the slug won’t change what I told you. I’ll be prevalent in your mind for a while yet.” *Ezarah ignored him, walking back to the mirror and staring at her reflection – no, his reflection now. She needed to put her hands on the edge of the wardrobe to steady herself. Then she began to chant the closing half of the ritual.* “Chzui vok Ezarah sheyhal bashar. I'nora ja'kala vok. Zheem Ryn nah sass eye ahn. D'za oo bah zheest. Zarin rhee jehr hey dah. Tu Ryn noh zhian 'vok j'zui. Zarin rhem tanas Ezarah…” *She didn’t finish, collapsing to the ground halfway through. The last thing Ezarah saw was Zarin staring down at her mournfully, then everything faded to black.*

[D] The ‘potion’ Ezarah had made for the ritual was not quite correct. It had been allowed to sit for far too long, and had become too strong as a result. The fumes it produced had allowed Ezarah to bring Zarin’s memories out of Ryn and into her mind, but the strength had proved too stressful on the symbiont. When examined by medical staff, the doctors will find a slight disruption in the neurotransmitters that connect host and symbiont. This is easily corrected, but will require a few days of sedation for the connection to stabilize.

Medical Officer BOT 04-Sep-20 02:20 PM

*A medical team entered after a Security team did a quick sweep and found the Commander.*

Lt. Xander Spica 04-Sep-20 02:23 PM

*seeing the med team he decided to help where possible*

*Seeing they got it all under control, he left for his station*

Kaijin 04-Sep-20 02:58 PM

*He walked into the room and did a thorough tricorder sweep.*

Kaijin 04-Sep-20 04:02 PM

*Wonderful. Just wonderful. He snapped the tricorder shut and walked out of the commander’s quarters.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 08-Sep-20 12:29 PM

*When Ezarah woke up, her whole body was stiff and her head still beat with a dull throb. The Commander groaned as she rolled out of bed, gripping the edges to steady herself as her quarters spun. Ezarah had a general idea of what had gone wrong. There were a few minor warnings in the instructions for the rite. Obviously she'd messed it up.* *When she finally made it over to the computer console at her desk and caught a glimpse of the stardate, Ezarah swore loudly. This was no minor screw up.* \*She had been asleep for **days.\***

Captain Ezarah Ryn 08-Sep-20 12:43 PM

*After speaking to the Captain, she left her quarters for sickbay. Ryn didn't think there was anything wrong with her that days of sleep hadn't cured, but he was right to have her check.*

[D] No one is home.

Counselor Mevi Wyse 27-Sep-20 02:49 PM

*Mevi steps in, looking around at the room, taking in the decor of the room*

"Nice digs, Captain."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 27-Sep-20 03:29 PM

*She turns around, pulls Ezarah into the room. As the door closes, Mevi pulls her into a tight embrace, kissing her and holding her tightly*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 27-Sep-20 03:41 PM

*She welcomed the kiss, relaxing and deepening the moment. They were alone now, and they could do whatever they wished without worrying about prying eyes. Ezarah reveled in it. When she did finally pull away, it was for a joke.* "You know, anymore of this and we'll forget about dinner."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 27-Sep-20 03:43 PM

*Mevi puts her head into the small of Ezarah's chest, and smiles at her* "I do think you should eat something though. You've been through a lot"

Captain Ezarah Ryn 27-Sep-20 03:45 PM

"Don't remind me," *She said, pulling away and walking to the replicator.* "What's your favorite?"

Counselor Mevi Wyse 27-Sep-20 03:59 PM

*Mevi joins her at the replicator* "How about Chinese food? Let's do some sichuan double sliced pork with rice, and some iced tea for us both"

Captain Ezarah Ryn 27-Sep-20 04:08 PM

"Ok then. Computer, two orders of sichuan double sliced pork with rice, and two iced teas." *One dish appeared in the slot, then the computer beeped at her to remove it. Once it was out of the way, the computer replicated the second. Ezarah gave the spicy dish an appreciative sniff.* "Bracing."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 27-Sep-20 04:09 PM

"oh yes. I developed an appreciation for chinese food when I was stationed at Starfleet HQ. It'll wake anybody up" *Mevi takes the plates and places it on the table, and ushers Ezarah over*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 27-Sep-20 04:30 PM

"Starfleet headquarters? That's a prestigious post. Why go back to ship duty again afterwards?" *Ezarah followed Mevi over to the table, taking one of the seats in front of a plate.*

Counselor Mevi Wyse 27-Sep-20 04:53 PM

“Captain Walker actually requested me. I’d been a little anxious to get back into space, to be honest. Dealing with the troubles of the bigwigs at HQ was a lot less rewarding than it seemed to be when I took the posting. Granted it was cushy, but I missed being out here” *Mevi sits, and begins to eat*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 27-Sep-20 06:21 PM

"I'll have to remember to thank him for that. My only planet-bound posting was at the Embassy on Qo'nos. I was itching to get back into space the whole time." *Ezarah took a bite of her food, feeling the slight tingling in her mouth from the numbing spice.* "It's quite good. I'm no expert in Chinese food, but the replicator seems to do it justice."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 27-Sep-20 07:07 PM

“It’s not too bad. I did program the recipe myself, although the spices don’t quite have the same kick, but that’s replicated for you.” *Mevi looks over at Ezarah, a wistful look sweeping over her for a moment* “Hmm, don’t give him too much credit. It was either this ship or the Endeavour, and when I heard we were headed to the Delta Quadrant I jumped at the chance”

Captain Ezarah Ryn 27-Sep-20 10:56 PM

"Where was the Endeavour going?" *She asked with a slight grin.* "Somewhere terribly boring where nothing happens?" *In hindsight, she probably should have applied for that ship.*

Counselor Mevi Wyse 28-Sep-20 10:41 AM

“As I understand it, they were headed to the Andromeda Galaxy. Something about the discovery of a new wormhole to that part of space. I didn’t like the idea of being *that* far away from Starfleet.” *As Mevi watches, she notes the little changes in expression on Ezarah’s face, the slight inflections of humor.*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 28-Sep-20 11:06 AM

*In hindsight, she probably should have applied for that ship. But the repeated thought wasn’t self-deprecating this time, but filled with a true sense of wonder.* “It’s a good thing I didn’t know about it, or I would most certainly be there. Another galaxy to explore, no Ryn could ever resist.”

Counselor Mevi Wyse 28-Sep-20 12:30 PM

*Mevi notes the subtle change in Ezarah’s expression, and files it under “wanderlust”* “Well, I guess we’re both lucky we chose this posting. I haven’t had the chance to enjoy this much intimacy with anyone for… a while”

“Of course, it’s always interesting with a Trill. All of you lead such fascinating lives. Especially joined Trills. Where else has Ryn been, before Ezarah came into the picture?”

Captain Ezarah Ryn 28-Sep-20 01:09 PM

"I haven't either." *She admitted. There had been flings, people she'd meet on shore leave for a few days of bliss before they'd both go their separate ways. But nothing with the potential for something more. Not until now. Ezarah was enjoying it, and that alone kept her from truly regretting she wasn't on the Endeavour right now.* "Let's see. There's an engineer, a singer, a warrior, another engineer, a doctor, then me." *She was slightly teasing with her one word descriptors. Ezarah knew them as well as she knew herself, she could have gone on for hours about any one of them.*

Counselor Mevi Wyse 28-Sep-20 01:29 PM

“Well, I’m a little biased, and since we’re not talking shop too much, tell me about the singer. What was their life like?” *Mevi’s eyes light up at the thought, and she recalls the moment in the ready room. Ezarah’s voice wasn’t too bad either, all things considered* (edited)

Captain Ezarah Ryn 28-Sep-20 01:45 PM

*She wasn't the least bit surprised when Mevi asked about that host in particular.* "Elza. Let's see. Elza was refined. Elegant. Every more she made, every word she uttered, was as though it was part of a breathtaking performance. Monarchy is a thing of ancient past for Trill, but from what I've seen on other worlds, she had the bearing of a queen. She was quite famous back in the day. I still hear her songs sometimes. They take me out of myself, almost as though I'm Elza, scribbling down the lyrics when inspiration struck." "She lived back before the Federation, when Trill was still forming relationships with other worlds. Like all of us, Ryn gave her a sort of fascination with space travel, but her profession wasn't easily suited to it. She made a role for herself as a sort of 'cultural ambassador,' traveling to other worlds to introduce Trill music."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 28-Sep-20 03:15 PM

“Oooooooh. I don’t suppose I might be able to convince you to engage in a… cultural exchange, would I?” *Mevi grins, cocking her head and leaning it against an arm propped up on the table*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 28-Sep-20 04:22 PM

"That would depend on the cultural exchange you have in mind." *Ezarah's smile had widened now, her food quite forgotten in the midst of the moment.* "If it's singing, I'll have to decline. For other things... I'm open to negotiations."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 28-Sep-20 04:48 PM

“Oh, well, I believe we ought to consider the state of Orion-Trill relations. How can we, two mere Starfleet officers, work towards deepening the bond between our two peoples.” *Mevi’s finished her food, and is very deliberately licking her lips, before dabbing at them with her napkin, looking into Ezarah’s eyes* (edited)

Captain Ezarah Ryn 28-Sep-20 11:24 PM

"Orion-Trill relations?" *She mused, taking her time finishing the meal as she pretended to ponder the question.* "There are a number of problems in that department. First, Trill is a Federation planet, so Orion would have to treat with the Palais on Earth, not Trill directly. Second, there's the organized crime on Orion, and the slave trade. That's always led to rather strained relations." *That was the thing about diplomats, they knew how to talk. Of course she had caught Mevi's true intent, but she continued anyway, deliberately obtuse, listing actual diplomatic problems between the two worlds in between bites, until her plate was empty.* "What could two Starfleet officers do about that?"

Counselor Mevi Wyse 28-Sep-20 11:44 PM

“Well, this particular Orion could potentially demonstrate our willingness to open negotiations with a certain Trill diplomat, no?” *Mevi walks two fingers across the table, towards Ezarah’s hand, and begins to stroke the hand, running her fingers over the top of Ezarah’s palm* “I believe that every great diplomatic breakthrough has been due to two individuals deciding to… share their common interests, don’t you?”

Captain Ezarah Ryn 29-Sep-20 12:06 PM

"That normally involves a willingness to sit down and talk," *Ezarah's hand moved quickly, ensnaring Mevi's and holding it tight.* "Which I think we're already doing. Unless you have something else in mind?"

Counselor Mevi Wyse 04-Oct-20 02:38 PM

"Oh yes, I do. We could definitely sit and talk, but in a more comfortable position" *Mevi takes Ezarah's hand too, and pulls her towards the bed*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 04-Oct-20 05:30 PM

*She allowed herself to be led halfway towards the bed before stopping, pulling Mevi back with a gentle tug to remove the distance between them. Ezarah kissed her gently, before pulling back just enough to speak, her lips brushing the orion's in a whisper of a touch with each word.* "And what will our governments think when we come back to report that barely any words were spoken at all?"

Counselor Mevi Wyse 05-Oct-20 01:35 AM

*Mevi allows herself to fall into Ezarah's arms, giving her a bit of a boop on the nose as she does, before returning the kiss deeply* "There's an old Earth saying, that goes 'No news is good news'. I think that would apply in this case, don't you? The less we say, the less room for... error" *Mevi allows her hair to tickle Ezarah's face before encircling her waist, and holding her tightly*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 05-Oct-20 10:18 PM

"That is not the diplomatic way. However - in this case only - I believe I might be able to work with it." *They were so close together that Ezarah didn't want to move again, moving her arms so she could hold Mevi tightly as well. Ezarah kissed her again.* "I'll have to think of a way to spin it to my government, but that's a risk I'll have to take."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 05-Oct-20 11:59 PM

“Oh, you’re a diplomat, Ms Ryn. I’m sure you’ll be able to use all those words you have stored up there, and down there” *Mevi places a finger on Ezarah’s forehead, to lightly press it, and then gently puts a palm on her pouch, where the symbiote would be* “Hundreds and Hundreds of years of life experience. The rest of us can only dream” *Mevi traces her hand up from Ezarah’s abdomen, back to the side of her neck, and kisses her neck, breathing into the kiss*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 06-Oct-20 12:08 AM

"Our jobs aren't that different Counselor." *Ezarah had to pause and take a deep breath, her head instinctively tilting to allow Mevi greater access.* "I'm sure you have plenty of words up there for you to keep up with me. Besides, not all of them were good talkers. If we all had the same skills, how would the symbiont learn?" *As she spoke, her hands began moving as well, one tracing down to Mevi's hip, pulling it hard against her own.*

Counselor Mevi Wyse 06-Oct-20 12:23 AM

*Mevi’s free hand presses into Ezarah’s back, pushing their hips even closer, as she continues to nuzzle at Ezarah’s neck* “Ah, but you all have to learn how to speak at some point. Besides, you were a singer once. I’m well aware of how well you can use that… tongue” *She pulls away long enough to give an impudent wink before going for Ezarah’s ear next*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 10-Oct-20 11:31 PM

"Well now we're at two out of six. Only 33%, not the best numbers. You could make an argument for 50, if you forgive a sharp tongue..." *She moved quickly for a little exploring of her own, though unfortunately Mevi's neck was mostly obscured by her uniform.* "Another was quite a rambler, though hardly eloquent. As for the last two, they were *quiet.* Maybe we should draw from them."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 11-Oct-20 05:27 AM

*Mevi gasps a little as she loosens the top of her uniform to allow Ezarah a little more access* “Is that your way of saying you don’t like to talk? Or that you just prefer to let the other party lead the discussion?” *Mevi’s hands have freed themselves, and are now roaming across Ezarah’s body, exploring*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 16-Oct-20 10:24 PM

"I'll be forever shunned from my profession if you dare tell anyone..." *She trailed off to take advantage of the skin her lips could now access.* "But that's my way of saying..." *Ezarah pulled back to look in Mevi's eyes.* "I'm ready for the part that requires no speaking, at least not of the intelligible variety."

Counselor Mevi Wyse 17-Oct-20 09:53 AM

“After you, Commander. I’m sure we can make up for the… lack of speaking” *Mevi smiles, kisses Ezarah again, and pulls her into the embrace of the bed*

Captain Ezarah Ryn 17-Oct-20 10:37 AM

*Fades to black.*

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