Post by Commander Pesh'ewa on Jan 2, 2010 9:37:18 GMT -8
With his hand as good as new, Pesh'ewa rode the newly fixed turbolifts up to the bridge. He wanted to check in with the ensign who had assisted them during the repairs. Sure, he could have re-routed the controls back down to main engineering, but something about the lilting cadence of her voice, her name, everything, made Pesh'ewa realize this ensign must be a Caitian. He had served in Starfleet with so few other Caitians, it was always a pleasure to meet another of his kind. It would be like having a part of his home near to him once again.
His tail swished impatiently as he waited for the lift to make it's way to the bridge. Why was he so anxious to meet this particular ensign? It wasn't like he hadn't worked with other female Caitians before. He had enjoyed their company, yes, but none of them have ever satisfied the deep, unfilled emptiness he felt within. He had resigned himself to never fulfilling that desire the moment he chose to enter Starfleet. It was almost an unspoken rule when a Caitian left the homeworld that they were accepting a life of solitude.
The doors to the bridge opened. Pesh'ewa stepped out of the lift and looked around. A few of the ship yard personnel were still working on some final repairs, but things looked dramatically different than when he had last left it. Aside from a few scorch marks here and there, it appeared as though the bridge was back up, ready and operational.
He looked around for a Caitian officer in yellow, probably an Ops officer. Yet, there did not appear to be anyone that fit that description. Had he been wrong? Had had been sure that the voice was Caitian. He scanned the main area of the bridge, his eyes finally resting an officer at the Comm panel. He blinked. Her hair was full...yet her uniform was red. Was this Ensign Fau'cheth? He moved down the ramp towards her location, which is when he caught sight of a movement on her chair. A tail?
"Ensign Fau'cheth?" He inquired, unable to take his eyes off the back of her form even from where he stood.
Tag Fau
His tail swished impatiently as he waited for the lift to make it's way to the bridge. Why was he so anxious to meet this particular ensign? It wasn't like he hadn't worked with other female Caitians before. He had enjoyed their company, yes, but none of them have ever satisfied the deep, unfilled emptiness he felt within. He had resigned himself to never fulfilling that desire the moment he chose to enter Starfleet. It was almost an unspoken rule when a Caitian left the homeworld that they were accepting a life of solitude.
The doors to the bridge opened. Pesh'ewa stepped out of the lift and looked around. A few of the ship yard personnel were still working on some final repairs, but things looked dramatically different than when he had last left it. Aside from a few scorch marks here and there, it appeared as though the bridge was back up, ready and operational.
He looked around for a Caitian officer in yellow, probably an Ops officer. Yet, there did not appear to be anyone that fit that description. Had he been wrong? Had had been sure that the voice was Caitian. He scanned the main area of the bridge, his eyes finally resting an officer at the Comm panel. He blinked. Her hair was full...yet her uniform was red. Was this Ensign Fau'cheth? He moved down the ramp towards her location, which is when he caught sight of a movement on her chair. A tail?
"Ensign Fau'cheth?" He inquired, unable to take his eyes off the back of her form even from where he stood.
Tag Fau