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Posted by Major Shinzo “Oni” Honda (2IC, Air Group) in New Acquaintances: Come All, Come Meet The Marines in the Crew Lounge

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It was a casual event, Keitah was in her usual teal green pant uniform as she moved around the lounge with other NE crew preparing it for the gathering. There was a variety of dishes. She took care to determine the species of the Marine fighters and replicated food or dishes that were native to their homeward. Although she knew replicated dishes were not the same as the authentic dish she prayed it was at least tolerable for she wanted the event to feel welcoming. Keitah was also relying on the psychology of connecting food and memory. For some species, food could be an effective trigger of deeper memories of feelings and emotions, and internal states of the mind and body. She hoped none of the food evoked bad memories but only memories of joy so that a sense of community could be developed at the event.

Deidre, a science NE helped her arrange the food on the tables. One row of dishes on either side of the table in a buffet setup. Keitah looked at the time and said, “Our guests of honor should begin arriving at any moment now.”
NE Harper strolled through the door of the lounge in a smooth strut holding his oboe high in the air and flashing a big smile. “Where do you want me?” He Keitah as he approached her.
Keitah smiled and grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding the oboe, pulling him behind her as she led him to a small raised platform. “You will be here.” She turned around and placed both hands on his shoulder to position him right in the middle of the stage.
“Alrighty then.” He looked over at the food on the table. “Can I grab a bite before everyone gets here?” he asked.
“Of course,” she said waving her hand in that direction. “Help yourself. Just don’t forget to play music though.”
“I won’t, I won’t,” he said chucking as he headed for the food.

Naisyr, Counselor

These were the type of events Spartacus disliked. He wasn’t the social butterfly. But, he was the head of the department; so he should at least make an appearance. Spartacus entered the lounge hoping that he could simply blend in the background.

Neidell

Keitah noticed the CSO as soon as he arrived. “Lieutenant Neidell, welcome!” She was cheery and upbeat, which may be off putting to those who didn’t share the same demeanor, but by all means it was her job to maintain a happy persona even if no else did. She interlocked her arm with his and lead him to the bar. “I am surprised you are the first one to show up. How about a drink?” There wasn’t much about Spartacus in his profile which made him mysterious and this was intriguing to LeKeitah.

Naisyr, Counselor

“Me too.”he replied. “I guess I’ll take one. I usually try to come a little later to blend in. I’d rather be digging up artifacts than doing these kind of events”

The door slid open and the Zakdorn CAG walked in. He was in his duty uniform, but not full dress. He looked around and made his way over to the Counselor and CSO. “Evening. Counselor… this is quite the spread you have come up with. Thank you for helping us feel welcome.” His words were professionally polite and he held a hand out the CSO. “Lieutenant Colonel Krin Lardel. A pleasure.”

Lardel, CAG

After the Colonel walked into the lounge, Keitah called out his name “Colonel Lardel…uh Hannibal! Over here!” she waved her hands in the air to make sure she got his attention.
When he approached her and the CSO and complimented her on the set up she said, “Oh yay! I am so glad you like it. I didn’t do it all by myself. I had some wonderful NE’s to help me out.” She quickly looked around the room and got her eyes on NE Harper. He was stuffing his face and flirting. His instincts must have warned him that Keitah had her eyes on his, because he made eye contact with her, and she squinted her eyes at him. Nonverbal communication that he better be ready at the appointed time. NE Harper gave Keitah a nod and did a quick salute to ensure her that he wouldn’t let her down. “I have a surprise for you too. But please help yourself to some food.”

Shinzo came strolling in wearing his fatigue/duty uniform with all of his patches and badges on it. He thought that this would be easier for people to remember him since he rarely wore civilian clothing. Waving to Naisyr and Neidell. “Hello! I hope I am not too early?” Looking around he gave a long whistle. “Wow! Nice spread! You all have out done yourselves for this event and I will add that this ship has gone above and beyond in making all of us feel welcomed. I am Major Shinzo Honda, Bravo Squad Leader and second in command of the Marines here. How may I be of assistance?”

Shinzo “Oni” Honda, Bravo Sqd Ldr

“Oh, stop!” she said as she released the CSO’s arm playfully tapped Shinzo on his shoulder. “We are so lucky to have you all aboard. Don’t even think about lifting a finder. This is your party. Please help yourself to the food. Move around and mingle. I am sure the XO and the Captain will show up soon. Later on, I hope the Colonel,” She looked at Hannibal, “will be okay with saying a few words and giving a formal introduction to the team?”

Naisyr, Counselor

Neidell CSO

Shinzo smiled. “Very well then. I shall just try to enjoy myself.” He leaned in close to her and whispered. “Is everything here non-alcoholic? I don’t want there to be problem with some of the guests on both sides because they took in too much of the drink, if you know what I mean. Plus you never know when an emergency will arise and I don’t want the whole battalion drunk when it does occur.”

Shinzo “Oni” Honda, Bravo Sqd Ldr

Ruthie Rutherford, the new nurse, walked into the meet and greet discreetly. She hated being seen eating or drinking in public, so instead, she would carry around an empty glass and pretend to sip from it occasionally. So she crept behind everyone, snagged a cup from the table, and stood in the corner unobtrusively.

-Ensign Ruthie Rutherford, RN

Siraa had already done this. She had baby sat almost the entirety of the air group while they got a meal and settled in their quarters when they arrived. She made sure they kept their heads and their egos in check and played nice. Now they were doing it again. When this was announced she’d volunteered for flight deck duty. That had been great, until she was told all birds had been grounded for the duration of the party.

At exactly the time the event was supposed to start, Siraa entered the lounge. She might not want to party and “mingle”, but she was ordered to be there and she was. She made her way across the room, stopping to speak to people she’d met already. Marines grom the 29th marine battalion and the 214, as well as Fleet crew they had become aquainted with over the last few days. She grabbed a drink as she made her way over to where Lardel and Honda were standing, before Lardel could start shouting about where she was. She grinned an almost ferral smile. It wasn’t like Lardel didn’t have reason to worry. Social gatherings and Siraa were the reason she got the name IRIS.

Mar Cpt sh’Rharror, Delta SQLD