: Posted by Ensign Torran “Ark Anygyl” Lycam (Pilot) in Arrival: Ensign Adraz
: : Posted by Ensign Maruk Adraz (Scientist) in Arrival: Ensign Adraz
: : : Posted by Ensign Torran “Ark Anygyl” Lycam (Pilot) in Arrival: Ensign Adraz
: : : : Posted by Ensign Kasey "Cowboy" Cardino (Pilot) in Arrival: Ensign Adraz
: : : : : Posted by Ensign Maruk Adraz (Scientist) in Arrival: Ensign Adraz
: : : : : Maruk relaxed in the back of the shuttle. She smoothed a stray strand of black hair from her face. There were no feelings of anxiety or nervousness. This was just a typical transfer. Logically, emotions were not necessary. Though she had them, she pushed emotions away at times like this and meditated till they were released. Her father had trained her in the Vulcan art and had helped her to perfect the technique. It was a luxury that many others did not have, the choice to allow or suppress their emotions.
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: : : : : The trip had been several hours of complete and utter silence, just the way she enjoyed it. For anyone else, it might have driven them, what was that human word...crazy? She wondered if the human pilot was feeling such an emotion. They had not spoken since she had embarked on the shuttle. However, she felt no obligation to break the silence. Such conversation was not necessary. They would most likely meet for this brief moment of time and then never again. It would not be the most productive of exchanges in the long term. Therefore, she chose to remain silent.
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: : : : : As they reached the USS Vanguard, the pilot quietly messaged for clearance. It was received and the pilot proceeded to dock without breaking the silence. As soon as the shuttle docked, Ensign Adraz picked up her bag and stood to exit the shuttle.
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: : : : : "Thank you," Maruk said as she exited the shuttle, seeming to shock and somewhat annoy the pilot. The emotions she sensed certainly were not in a positive manner towards her. She chose to say nothing else as she left, lest she make the pilot even more angry.
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: : : : : Exiting the shuttle, she stepped onto the deck. Her boots clicked along the floor as she walked to the shuttle bay doors and entered the ship...
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: : : : : Ensign Adraz,
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: : : : Adraz would sense some simple emotions, consisting mainly of sex, flying, and a desire to party. As she moved through the shuttle bay she would see a tallish man wearing no shirt with a heavily toned body wearing jeans, cowboy boots and a Stetson. Slung across his shoulder was a towel covered in liquid. The man wandered over, his interest peaked by the sound of the heels. He took off his hat and offered his hand saying in his deep Texan accent "Howdy madam, the names Kasey Cardino, although everyone calls me Cowboy. Are you just passing through or y'here for the long haul?"
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: : : : Cowboy
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: : Maruk paused and turned to stare at him, giving a quizzical eyebrow raise. "I suppose, 'I beg your pardon?' would be the correct phrase?"
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: : : A bit muffled from the depths of one of the fighters that had an open hull section, "The only call him cowboy because its like riding in the rodeo, hope he hangs on for 8 seconds, and does not break his neck" Torran laughed from where he was making minute adjustments to interial compensation systems, then he cursed in Wu as he a clanging sound was heard.
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: : : Torran Lycam - Pilot
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: : The Ensign's gaze turned the to voice and noise coming from the fighter. What had she gotten herself into? Not two seconds and already she was feeling uneasy and rather frustrated, despite her logical training to control such emotions.
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: : "I hope I am not intruding," she started. However she couldn't contain her frustration. The situation was just too confusing for her logic. The frustration suddenly came into her voice, "But what that the heck is going on here?!"
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: : So much for her Vulcan logic...
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: : Ensign Adraz, Science
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: The shirtless tattoo's man of asiatic descent extricated himself from the belly of the beast, and looked about, his thick dark hair obsurred most of what was causing his continued cursing in a very musical language as he applied his shirt to mop a trickle of blood from his forehead, his voice was a light baritone, colored with a british accent few places would get you the combination of British speech and asiatic appearence, "Sorry Miss, we tend to just have fun, thats how pilots be, nothing meant by it, no harm no foul, right?" The pilot looked at her with warm brown eyes and a bright smile, his unruly black hair giving him a rakish, or perhaps roguish cast.
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: "As for what is going on, just a bit of maintainence, a pilot is only as useful as his equipment. An well Cowboy an I like to take care of things ourselves. Oh Bother, wheres me manners, My names Torran, or if you want to be more formal Ensign Lycam, if you want to be like my freinds all 1 of them, you can just call me Ark Angyl" He flashed that smile again, and leaned back against the fighter for a moment, and let his head clear.
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: Ark Angyl - Pilot

Maruk sighed. Once again, she had let her emotions get the best of her and now she regretted every word. This was a most awkward and embarrassing situation indeed...

"I apologize..Ark..Angyl... and Mr....cowboy was it? I have to confess, I was not expecting such a....greeting the moment I arrived..." she stated, her frustration oddly clear for a Vulcan, even a half-Vulcan. Her personality was certainly a mystery, even in Maruk's own mind.

Ensign Adraz, Science