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Post by aoibheni on Mar 18, 2018 16:31:22 GMT
Personnel File: T'ali
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Vital Statistics
Name: T'ali
Species: Vulcan
Age: 27 years
Place of Birth: ShiKahr, Vulcan
Height: 1.65 m
Weight: 70 kg
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Black, Straight, cut into the traditional bob and fringe worn by many Vulcan females.
Starfleet Commissioned Officer
Rank: Ensign
Status: Science Officer - U.S.S. Zorya NCC-86273
Previous Postings: none
Decorations (In order): none
Educational History
Elementary Education - ShiKahr Elementary Education Institute
High School Education - ShiKahr Second Level Education Institute
Vulcan Science Academy.
Starfleet Academy - Majored in Meteorology, Geology and Ethics - Minored in Horticulture.
Career Summary
11803.12 - Promoted to Ensign for performing in accordance with the finest principles of Starfleet
11803.19 - Assigned as SCI on USS Zorya - NCC-86273
Personal Information
T'ali is the elder of three siblings born to her mother (T'shal) and her father (Vatek) at, predictable, seven year intervals. With T'laan, her sister coming next, followed seven years later by her brother, Timpok. She is the first of her siblings (a sister and a brother) to consider entry into Starfleet. Her parents supported her decision, despite the fact that their daughter would be required to stand near Humans on a regular basis. T'ali finds this an acceptable price to pay for access to so much science equipment and so many opportunities to further her study.
T'ali is unwed, her husband to be having disappeared shortly before their scheduled marriage ceremony. T'ali chose not to take this personally.
She joins the Zorya crew straight out of her four years at the Academy, and is anticipating an enlightening, fulfilling and predictable career ahead.
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Post by aoibheni on Mar 18, 2018 16:39:34 GMT
The bare, dun toned walls glowed softly in the light streaming in from the one, large picture window, its tinted glass casting a vaguely yellow pall on both the room's silent, sombre inhabitants, the table they sat around, and their basic, half-finished, vegetarian meals.
“I believe this may be the last palatable food I will have for some time,” the young woman observed, breaking the silence. She raised her tweezer-like utensil to her lips and bit into a crunchy, reddish-pink morsel. “Do I observe nostalgia in my daughter?” her mother queried, her tone even. Both women were dressed in similar, traditional tabbards, the fabric extensively, though not lavishly embellished with symbols around the neck and lower sleeves. “Indeed, no, mother,” she replied gently, no hint of impatience evident. She had observed her mother repeatedly searching for any hint of human behaviour in her first born child ever since she had chosen to enter Starfleet Academy.
And now, after so long a residency on Earth, T'ali could not blame her mother's present vigilance. However, she felt that the need to deny any human influence was the work of one conversation with her parents, not the many she had participated in since her return from her graduation to the rank of Ensign. “Perhaps when next we meet, mother, you may further your observations and reach a final conclusion,” T'ali added, finishing her slice of gespar.
Her mother raised a pointed eyebrow. Immediately T'ali realised she'd proven her mother's concerns valid. “Perhaps there is no need to wait, daughter.”
T'ali chose another piece of fruit and raised it to her lips. “Perhaps,” she replied.
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The shuttle broke atmo and thundered towards the surface of Vulcan, whipping up dust and debris from a high altitude before adjusting for gravity and weather, and gliding softly the last few hundred feet.
T'ali had changed into her Starfleet uniform, singling her out among the small knot of family who had come to see her off, so the shuttle's rude arrival tousled her hair, but nothing else. As the shuttle touched down in the parched, desert land, she turned and cast her eyes to her younger sister. “Continue in your studies. Do not allow my absence to alter your academic plans.” Her sister, almost exactly seven years her junior, and with whom she was quite close, nodded once. “Your years at Starfleet Academy were some of my most productive, intellectually. I believe your leaving now will see a welcome return to that trend. Nonetheless, dear sister, I have become accustomed to your presence since your return to us, and believe it will be some time before my characteristic focus returns fully.” The sisters clasped hands for a second, then released their grip on each other. It was a touching moment.
The shuttle's hatch opened, revealing three Ensigns within; two other Vulcans and an Andorian. All three looked slightly shuttle sick, though the Vulcans bore it best.
T'ali stepped towards her brother. “Be well, Timpok. I anticipate great things from you.” “Indeed,” the young boy replied, his hands buried stoically in his opposite arm's sleeves. T'ali noted the freckles on his face, drawing imaginary lines and noting the constellations in the Vulcan night sky that could be found on his cheeks. “Obey mother and father, and study well,” she advised him before stepping to her father.
“I vow to use all that you have taught me, and to learn more besides,” she spoke softly, respectfully bobbing her head. “Your path is an unpredictable one,” he responded after a moment's silence. “It is not prudent to make promises you may not be able to keep.” “Then I will vow only to remember that wisdom, and to attempt to build on its foundation.” Her father stepped aside as the shuttle's pilot, a human male, came dashing towards them. “Tally? Tah-hally? Tay-ligh?” he called, squinting at a PADD as he ran and waving for her to join him. “Yo! Ensign!”
T'ali turned in one, swift motion to her mother. “Do not overlook your nightly meditation,” T'shal said, her voice raised just enough to be heard over the shouting pilot descending upon them. T'ali nodded once. “I will do as you ask, mother.” T'ali's eyes rested on her father, then returned a moment later to her mother “or, I will endeavour to do so and will make up the deficit if one occurs.” "Consistency, as with most things, is k-" T'shal began to say.
“Let's go, slow poke! There's a stratospheric front closing in, we needa go pronto!” All five Vulcans seemed to sigh inwardly in unison.
T'ali hefted her duffel with ease and rested the strap on her pristine, uniformed shoulder. She then stooped, and wrapped the fingers of her free hand around a small, squat, hard case with clasps along its length. This she carefully lifted and, wordlessly, followed the brash pilot across the crunching gravel to the shuttle.
“She has much yet to learn...” her mother said, as the shuttle took to the air. “Perhaps that is because there is much to learn,” her father added before turning and making his way with his remaining family, back to their home.
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Post by Einar on Mar 18, 2018 16:44:02 GMT
Yes! YES!
I have been waiting for this. And you did not disappoint. You will make a fine Vulcan!
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Post by aoibheni on Mar 18, 2018 16:49:26 GMT
...indeed.
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Post by aoibheni on Mar 20, 2018 17:15:08 GMT
with Einar as NAV Ens Jeremiah Perez-Rome
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"How can a whole fleet just disappear?" she heard the ship's pilot say.
Her eyebrow quirked as she considered his question. "It cannot," she offered as she thought through the possibilities.
Helpfully, she expanded on her reply, "Nothing simply 'disappears'," she began, "however, there are myriad anomalies, both temporal and spacial that may account for either an accidental or a deliberate event that may make it appear so. We must also bare in mind that the anomaly in question may have equally been worked on them as us. To us, the ...disappearance... of the fleet from our sensors would present the same... and without further observation cannot be wholly dismissed. However, I believe we may dispense with that line of questioning as our star charts and spacial positioning both remain identical."
Jeremiah turned his chair slightly, seeing the new Vulcan crewmember having inched closer to his station during her lecture "That´s a lof of assumptions there....Ensign?"
"´T´ali"
"Ensign T´ali. You know what they say about those" he said with a wink before making a small adjustment to the lateral vector.
"They are a necessary precursor to the formation of a solid hypothesis."
Jeremiah grinned slightly "Oh you´re gonna be fun, won´t you?"
T'ali's expression remained steadily neutral. "I assure you, Ensign, that will never be my intention."
Jeremiah shook his head gently and tried not to laugh. "Alright Smiley, whatever you say"
"Tee, apostrophe, ay, ell, eye... T'ali" she slowly corrected him, despite a growing belief that he was attempting to give her a nickname. They'd tried that at the Academy, too. It didn't stick then, and it wouldn't stick now. She paused a moment more, examining his expression with disinterest. "Excuse me. I have duties that require my attention." She nodded once, clasped her hands behind her back, and returned to her console.
"See you around, Smiley" he whispered low enough as not to be heard by anyone other than a Vulcan and smiled before returning his focus to his console.
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 2, 2018 14:32:29 GMT
T'ali retired to her small quarters aboard the Zorya after a period away that had seemed longer than necessary to her. Her shift had finished several hours prior, after which, she had been in the company of Ensign Cordan as he gave her a tour of the ship, and it was with some sense of relief that she was now afforded the time to unpack properly and arrange her room as she wished it to be.
“Computer, increase room temperature by six point eight degrees, gravity by a factor of nine point two percent, and reduce humidity to minimum.” Her skin tingled briefly as the atmosphere within the room shifted to a facsimile of her home province on Vulcan. Hot, dry, relentlessly arid. Unfortunately, it was impossible to adequately replicate the effects of the searing sunshine, but she was willing to make do where necessary.
Nodding with a modicum of satisfaction, she crossed to the hard-case luggage she had carried aboard. With careful, slender fingers she lifted the box onto a small, general issue side table, and unfastened the clasps. A slight hiss greeted her sensitive ears as the precious cargo within came into view, a hint of stale, moist air reaching her nostrils for the barest of moments.
Once again though, she nodded, assured finally that her possessions had survived the trip in adequate condition. Running her sharp eyes over the dozen specimens, she gingerly lifted one out, examined it for damage, and transferred it to a medium, purpose built container before then setting it on a spot on the shelf over her Starfleet-grey two-seater sofa. She repeated the trip eleven more times then stashed the case away under her single bed, brushing a wrinkle off the silk sheet covering it.
All, she felt, was now well. Now, finally, she could sit quietly and meditate.
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Post by Nola on Apr 2, 2018 18:41:26 GMT
Man, she's gonna be sweating constantly.
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 2, 2018 18:50:20 GMT
Nope. She's Vulcan. They've got all sorts of biological adaptations to deal with that kinda weather. They even have inner eyelids to protect from the Vulcan sun's intense glare, donchknow?
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Post by Nola on Apr 2, 2018 18:52:05 GMT
Aw...
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 7, 2018 13:32:24 GMT
With Einar as NAV Ens Perez-Rome
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"Plomeek soup, plain... water, still, room temperature." It was lunchtime, and so, T'ali was to be found in the mess hall eating a light meal before her duty shift was scheduled to commence. She cast her dark eyes around the bustling room, her meal tray in hand, in search of a quiet corner to eat uninterrupted.
"Hey Smiley, over here"
Jeremiah sat at a table by the bulkhead, with a view of the old station docking berth outside, a large sandwich oozing liquid on his plate. "Saved you a seat"
T'ali released half a breath through her nose at the unexpected invitation, and seeing no graceful way out, proceeded to the proffered seat. "There is no need to save a seat for me, Ensign Perez-Rome," she told him as she rested her tray on the small table and carefully pulled out her chair. "I am content eating in solitude." She hoped he got the hint. "Nonetheless," she added, in an attempt to be gracious, "a familiar face is prefereable to that of a complete stranger."
"Jeremiah. Jer´ for short" he said with a smile on his freckled face "I´m glad I rank above solitude at least" The Vulcan simply nodded, lifted her glass of water and took a measured sip before placing it right back down on the same spot once more. "As you wish, Jeremiah. And perhaps, in return, you will call me by my proper name, also."
"I will certainly consider it" Jer said as he lifted the sandwich up to his mouth and took a large bite, spilling marinara sauce on his cheek. "So, how do you like the ship? I find it terribly exciting" T'ali sat in silence, unable to adequately focus while witnessing the mess in front of her. "We have yet to accomplish anything of consequence," she observed. "Your excitement is premature." She worked valiantly to ignore the glutinous display before her by turning her attention to her spoon. Next time, she thought, solitude would be preferable, indeed. She lifted the utensil and dipped it primly into her broth, lifting a precise measure to her lips and sipping daintily. "However, receiving news about the incursion into True Federation space is... noteworthy."
Jer grabbed a napkin and wiped his cheek before taking another bite "It´s about time we got them back." "Is it?" she said, then took another sip of her broth, "given the often arbitrary fluctuations seen historically along both galactic and planetary borders, I do not believe a retrieval of these worlds in either a foregone conclusion or, indeed, necessarily desirable."
Jer looked up from his bite and leaned back in his seat "Now that´s a rallying cry for the ages there, Smiley. They should have gone with you to lead the fight."
"Having neither the necessary experience, charisma or a strong inclination to lead... such a development would be supremely irresponsible." She raised her right eyebrow, then took a sip of water. Upon swallowing, she observed him. His relaxed posture, casual disregard for table manners and his glib nature left her uneasy. This young Ensign was a pilot, responsible for safely transporting her and the rest of the crew through their various Starfleet duties. She tilted her lip in thought. "Why, may I ask, did you enlist in Starfleet? Do you not think you would have been better suited to a freighter, perhaps?"
Jer had to chuckle at that and placed his sandwich back down on the plate before answering. "You sound like my dad. He was also wrong" he looked up at her, visibly annoyed but still civil "I joined the Academy due to hero worship, but I graduated the Academy due to hard work and dedication to the Federation."
"I was present, among the cadets, at your uncle's memorial. There was much said of him that seemed hyperbolic and unlikely. 'Hero worship' appears to be a common trait amongst your people," she observed flatly.
Jeremiah looked at her, his thoughts traveling back to that day. A room filled with people he did not know, crying for a man he never really knew..... but somehow always loomed over him. "You know...no disrepect, but I didn´t know the guy and I honestly don´t care for the ´hero´ label that comes with the name"
"I believe it must be difficult," she observed while she openly examined his expression, his sandwich, the napkin crumpled up on the table. She dipped her spoon neatly into her broth and raised it a few inches, "being known by a name you had no part in choosing for yourself."
With a minute tilt of her head for emphasis, she refocused her attention to her lunch and proceeded to eat once more.
Jer pushed the tray away from him and grabbed the glass of something bubbling. "You have no idea." T'ali chose not to correct him.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2018 13:47:33 GMT
That was great.
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Post by Chris H on Apr 9, 2018 14:57:29 GMT
I can't decide if T'ali and Jeremiah are going to be good friends/companions or just acquaintances. Though you seem to like each other a bit.
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 9, 2018 15:16:06 GMT
Oh yea, cause Vulcans totally dig messy eaters.
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 9, 2018 16:33:30 GMT
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Post by aoibheni on Apr 16, 2018 11:22:08 GMT
with Einar as NAV Ens Perez-Rome.
"I have devised this experiment," she explained as she stood with a poker straight spine to one side of the conn, her fingers lightly holding a PADD with the back facing towards Perez as if unwilling to reveal its contents just yet, "to offer the greatest initial yield of sensor data. With that data I will be able to compile a comprehensive list of the mine's constituent parts, but also find a method to detect them prior to contact and detonation." She paused, pursed her lips, and held out the PADD to Zorya's pilot. "You will be in control of all three unarmed torpedoes, adjusting their courses as necessary to account for unforseen adventualities. The aim," she continued, like she was giving a lecture at The Academy, "is to hit a mine, and compile sensor data on tachyon bursts, subspace signals, spacial anomalies... anything that may account for their apparent..." she sighed, hating to use a word that was so hackneyed "...invisibility."
"Why not use one of those probes that gather atmosperic data? They have a better chance of collecting data" he asked, his limited scientific knowledge creeping in.
T'ali blinked, and her right eyebrow twitched. "We are in possession of a great store of data pertaining to Cardassian and Dominion cloaked mine technology. In addition, the sensor suite aboard this vessel provides full coverage in all standard scientific fields, with particular emphasis on astronomical phenomena, planetary analysis, remote life-form analysis, EM scanning, passive neutrino scanning, thermal variances, quasi-stellar material, and most pertinent to this situation, parametric subspace field stress..." she tilted her head slightly, her dark, straight hair gently brushing off the teal fabric on her right shoulder, "...and yet, the Voltaire, equally equipped, equally capable, and equally staffed, fell foul of these mines. It is logical to assume they were running the same protocol of passive and active scans that I do at the instant they hit a mine, and therefore, a simple probe will not suffice in this instance. In addition, our knowledge of Vaadwuar technology is more limited, and so, our probes may simply not be adept at detecting technology derived from them."
"´The torpedos are better´ would have sufficed" Jer said with a smile on his face. "You´re the teal one" he glanced over the PADD once more "looks good, I´ll preprogram the flight path, pretty straight forward. The computer can handle it." T'ali nodded, making a mental note that, at least with this human, simplicity appeared to be a virtue. “Very well, Ensign Perez-Rome. And please note, in this instance, unlike your regular remit, making explosive contact with an object is the goal, not the exception.”
"Make things go Boom, got it" "If you wish to put it in elementary terms..." she replied, turning back to her station, "...yes."
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