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Arrival: Oh Capitaine, Mon Capitaine

Posted Nov. 22, 2022, 10:09 a.m. by Ensign T'Mera (Linguist/Comms Officer) (Ffion Grace)

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in Arrival: Oh Capitaine, Mon Capitaine

Posted by Ensign T’Mera (Linguist/Comms Officer) in Arrival: Oh Capitaine, Mon Capitaine
T’Mera hit the door chime for the Captains ready room, curious to see how his manner and demeanour compared to that of his Chief Engineer. She took a brief moment to ensure that her plain, charcoal coloured body suit was wrinkle free, and that her long, straight black hair was tucked away behind the pointed ears that seemed to define her species in the eyes of others.

Sublieutenant T’Mera - Linguist/Comms Officer

Marceau sat in the desk chair in the room, going over plans for the upcoming mission. A new Captain was a nervous Captain, at least in this case, though he was doing his best to hide it. “Entrez-vous,” came the soft spoken reply to the chime. Polite French for ‘enter’, Marceau often slipped into French when he was nervous or otherwise emotional.

Upon entering, T’Mera works fine a neat, if barren office. Marceau had not had time for decorating much. A small French flag sat on the corner of the desk next to the computer access console. There was a small statuette of a person, like from a religious scene though Marceau himself was not religious. Leaned against the desk was a landscape painting of a city, beautifully painted with oil paints. It was labelled ‘Marseille, France”. A stack of papers sat in the middle of the desk in a somewhat disorganized stack.

A stack of medical texts sat neatly on the floor beside the desk. The titles ranged from ten years old to brand new, just released volumes. The subjects were as varied as the age of the texts, everything from survival med, to immune disorders to ‘alien’ infectious disease, to xenobiology, anatomy, and med. Some were written by human authors, some by Denobulans.

The captain himself was taller than T’Mera at 5‘8’‘, with an average build, if a bit on the lanky side. He had unruly curly hair, just barely covering his ears in a reddish brown curly fluff ball on his head. Clear hazel eyes studied the papers in his hands, preliminary findings for the planet they were to head to. He wore a standard issue star fleet jumpsuit, which looked neat but not perfectly so.

He looked up at T’Mera and smiled a friendly and warm, if reserved, smile. “I was told to expect you.” There was a noticeable French accent to his English. Marceau made no effort to hide his accent. “Sub-lieutenant T’Mera, yes? I am Captain Renault.”

~ Captain Renault

T’Mera inclined her head in respectful greeting, taking in the somewhat cluttered and eclectic nature of the ready room.

“Bonjour mon capitaine, je suis le sous-lieutenant T’Mera du haut commandement vulcain, en affectation temporaire en tant qu’officier de communication et de linguistique. J’espère que vous allez bien, et que ma langue française est acceptable? Ou préférez-vous que je passe à l’anglais standard?” She said, in perfect French with a clearly noticeable southern department accent.

Sublieutenant T’Mera - Linguist/Comms Officer


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