Escorting (In a good way) (Slight Backpost)

Posted on Sun Jan 19, 2014 @ 10:18am by Lieutenant Nicole Anderson & Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit

643 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: A Whole New World, Part 2 - Durbatuluk
Location: Shuttlebay
Timeline: 1325 hours, Stardate 62541.744 (Thu, 06 Dec 2384 13:25)

As the lower ranks filed out, a few of the senior staff stayed patiently behind, ready to make small talk with the Ambassador, who seemed to still be commenting on the decor of the shuttlebay. Nicole stepped up, ignoring the warning look from the First Officer, and gave a polite nod.

"Sir, I would be happy to show you to your quarters, if you like?"

Heru Imlad looked at her for a moment, then inclined his head the slightest bit in a nod. "You may proceed."

"Thank you," she said, eyeing him carefully and giving a very subtle nod to the Security Chief as she gestured out the doors. "So, tell me, Ambassador, are your uses for color only aesthetic, or do they have any other uses?"

The tall alien's narrow nostrils flared as he looked at her sharply, "What do you mean?"

"Well, in many cultures color can denote rank, or a cultural status, or even well-being. There's a culture on Earth that believes that the seven main colors of the visible spectrum relate to seven major energy channels, or chakras of the body, and that manipulation of those colors can affect the chakras and heal injury. Our doctors have found different colors to have more therapeutic value as well. On my homeworld, we put our beliefs in numerology, however we assign different numbers to colors, as well as have colors representing the neurological derivation of names. We let those colors guide us when we plan for our plantings and harvests."

Imlad gazed down at her, "Color is used for many purposes among my people; a celebration of life, of beauty and of a thankfulness to the Gods for their blessings and protection."

"Many cultures in the Federation have the same uses," Nicole said. *Course not all of them are so garish,* she thought as she stopped in front of the VIP quarters. "If there's anything you need, just ask the computer," she said. "Would you mind if your people paid a visit to our Sickbay? We do like to give our guests the once-over. Make sure our foods agree with your stomach and so forth."

He bristled at once with indignation. "I was not made aware of any sort of requirement that we submit to an examination!"

Nicole winced ever so slightly. *Way to go dumbassador,* she thought. "It's not a requirement," she said quickly. "It's just a service we offer to help avoid any little bumps in the road later, and to get to know your needs better." She put her hands out, palms up, trying to appear placating. "It is entirely at your discretion. I simply wanted you to know that I, as the Chief Medical Officer, am here to see to your health needs."

She shook her head slightly, a small buzzing in her ear suddenly distracting her, but she pushed it aside, hoping she looked somewhat demure, trying not to appear challenging.

"I assure you.. our dietary needs are simple." he replied with a sniff.

"As you say," she said, hoping English charm could pull her out of it. "The replicators will provide you with what you need. If you require anything else..." she paused and shook her head slightly, a momentary buzzing in her ear. "Forgive me. If you need anything else, please let a crew member know."

He looked at her with a bored, if somewhat patiently long-suffering gaze. "I will do so.."

She nodded, inclining her head. "May the Great Bird of the Galaxy roost in your planet," she said and turned, walking down the corridor. "Git," she said under her breath, wrinkling her nose. She didn't like the smell of him at all, literally or metaphorically. She stepped into a turbolift quickly, heading back to Sickbay and some real work.



Nicole Anderson
CMO
USS Victory

Ambassador Imlad
(Cpt. Kennit)

 

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