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Side Sim - Bridge: Children will Play

Posted Dec. 29, 2021, 9:43 a.m. by Ensign Tak (Scientist) (Riley W)

Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in Side Sim - Bridge: Children will Play

Posted by Ensign Tak (Scientist) in Side Sim - Bridge: Children will Play

Posted by Captain Tralla Sh’Zoarhi (Captain) in Side Sim - Bridge: Children will Play
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The Memorial was cruising through space at a leisurely pace, heading home after an interesting mission. Not interesting enough, apparently, for young Kota, who was bored. And what do kids do when they’re bored? They explore, of course. Kota herself was an avid explorer of places, and by carefully sneaking around, she had managed to find her way onto the starship’s bridge, where her Ta’ta said all the important decisions were made on the ship. There was a person in the big chair in the middle of the room, so the ambitious youngster decided that was where she would go.

“Hallo!” she exclaimed, slipping around the chair and looking up at the person in the Captain’s chair. Kota herself was a supremely small individual. She was 6 years old, and just over two feet tall. Her face was like that of a cat or an otter - small nose, large eyes, covered in soft brown fur. She wore a pair of simple pants with a hole cut in the back for her thick tail, which trailed behind her, thankfully not leaving a trail of water, as she’d been careful to dry her fur thoroughly before exploring. She wore no shirt, but the aforementioned fur kept her plenty warm.

Kota, Child

Tralla looked down at the voice her eyes were a Vibrant green unnaturally so this of course was because she had cybernetic prosthetic eyes She smiled at the little girl “Well Hello and who are you?” she asked kindly

Tralla

“I’m Kota,” the child spoke, looking up at the bright-eyed woman with wonder. She glanced around, ears pricking up with curiosity as she looked around the noisy room. “Ta’ta says this is where the important people are,” she declared.

Kota, child

“I’m Tralla and Technically everyone on this ship is important even you!” she chuckled reaching down to playfully poke the little girl on the belly “But yes I am the Captin and this is the Bridge!” she said being really nice to the little one though technically she should be in trouble given that the bridge was a restricted area but she knew how kids were given her own daughter had been much the same way she would have to have a talk with this child’s mother at some point so that she may impress upon the children that the bridge is not a place to play but for now she got up out of her chair and offered to take the child’s hand and lead her on a tour of the bridge “Want to learn what goes on in here?” she asked kindly

Tralla

Kota giggled as she was poked. At the offer for a tour, the child nodded eagerly. She had to stretch real far to link her hand with Tralla’s but she managed it. Her hand was tiny, as would be expected from such a small child. Like her parent, Kota had only four fingers on each hand, unlike the usual five. Her hand was covered in the same soft brown fur as the rest of her body, although the inside of the hand had a rough skin instead. She held tightly to Tralla’s hand. “Why are you blue?” she asked after a moment, looking at the Captain with unending curiosity.

Kota, Child

“I am an Andorian we are naturally born with Blue skin though there are others from my world that have pale white skin!” she said “My world is very cold and covered in Ice!” she added kindly happy to share information about her species with Kota as she showed the little girl around to the different stations teaching her what they did the NEs on duty at the time very happy to also teach her what they could

Tralla

“My world has lots of oceans an’ rivers,” Kota replied, then paying very close attention to the tour of the bridge.

Kota, Child

we also have Oceans and rivers but ours are ice-covered and our boats are designed to break the ice so they can move” she said smiling eventually the tour of the bridge was done “Now then lets go find your Mother ok?” she said softly

Tralla

“I don’t have a mother,” Kota replied, looking up at Tralla with confusion. “She died when I was little.”

Tak was not Kota’s mother, although they were her parent. In their language, Tak was her Ig’ta, a parental figure of unspecified gender.

Kota, Child

“Im sorry I know the pain of loss myself but I was talking about the one who takes care of you right now” she said softly bending down and giving the girl a gentle hug

Tralla

Kota slipped out of the hug before it had even started, squinting her entire face at Tralla. “It’s not polite to hug without askin for p’misson,” she lectured the much larger being, scowling. “‘m not upset ‘bout my moms. I barely knew them. I got my Ig’ta and Paku. They’re all I need.” Kota, was, it seemed, a very vocal child with strong opinions.

The Turbolift opened up to a corridor and Kota ran out. “I can find my Ig’ta,” she declared.

Kota, Child


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