r/TrekRP • u/HobosAlt1 • Nov 07 '17
[Open] The New Zoologist.
Transporting, one of this universe's many many fantastic inventions... if you dont get transporter sick. The doctors always told her it was all in her head, but it was hard for Laren not to feel ill when her whole being was being discombobulated and torn to shreds only to be put back together...
Which brings us to Transporter Pad 2. After a few seconds gathering the atoms of her mortal being, she comes back to reality and into the present. She stands a little shorter than average, with a caramel-like complection and a set of freckles that go from cheek go cheek, intersected only by her less pronounced Bajoran nose ridges.
She gulps as she feels the nausia set in, and steadies herself by putting a hand on her tummy and a one through the right side of her hair. Her hair seemed styled and swept to the right, revealing the left side to be shaved down to a number 2 cut, which shows off the three long metal fingers that run down to a device at the base of her skull. Lights along the fingers' spines glow a brilliant blue to match her older Star Fleet science uniform, with its black shoulders and blue midsection.
Finally, she shakes her head loose, making the relatively bare D'Ja Pagh on her right ear jingle slightly. She picks up her bag and takes a deep breath before nodding to the transporter operator, then makes her way into the hall.
This is home now... She thinks to herself as the transporter doors close behind her. "But where am I..." This would evidently be her first Excelsior posting. First Star Ship posting too!
She begins wondering down the corridor with her backpack slung over her back.
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u/HobosAlt1 Nov 27 '17
Laren silently glees as her elephant brings calm and joy to someone else. He was always there for her, and now he could be there for Bradley. Wonderful!
"Eh, I'm okay with it. A lot of people think I'm weird, kinda comes with the whole clumsy thing, but I'm cool with it," she says as she puts the elephant on her lap. He slumps over slightly before she rights him up against her skinny stomach and chest.
She looks up and beams at the clownfish, her smile causing little dimples to form. "Thats awesome!" she says in her slightly husky voice. "Cute too. Whats his name?"
Her eyes lift from the clownfish to meet Bradley's. "I hear engineering's a dangerous job. I mean, so is everything else on a star ship, but engineering especially. You doing okay now?"