Welcoming Committee

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Ensign Danjar-Torra Addams
[USS Discovery - Transporter Room One]

One of Torra's favorite parts of her job was when she got asked to assist with the welcoming of new crew to the ship.   The task entailed greeting the newcoming personnel either at the Transporter room or in the Shuttle bay, checking through their assignment orders, adding their biometrics to the ships security system at the appropriate level and passing on their room assignments.

It had been a while since Torra had been assigned to the Welcoming detail, so she may have gone a bit overboard with the welcoming.  At least she got that sense from the looks the transporter chief kept giving the 'Welcome' balloons.

She turned her attention away from the balloons to the transporter pad as the familiar whine began and the shimmering coalesced into the ships newest officer.  Torra smiled - her upsol (family) was growing!

"Welcome to the USS Discovery"

[Ozal Kesah]

[ Drydock - Port - Neutral Zone ]

Slinking from one corridor to the next had been daunting for the Bajoran science cadet. Although her experience gave her an upper hand, it was that hidden trained sense of empathy she knew how to disguise so well. The Reverand Mother, to which she owed her service in Starfleet, the face of the Betazoid goddesses hailed from Ozal Kesah's lineage on Betazed.

It was the Shakaar resistance that had formed her, molded her with their fury. And then empathic flow began, tutelage by Vulcans in private. Homage to the Bajoran ministry. Success was her lineage, she had known it from an early age.

The nerves that jittered like spiders over every new cadet, the young and old alike. Lieutenants, officers. The fear in their eyes while she connected her hazel hued gaze upon everyone as if she didn't care.

But she did.

She just knew how to hide it better.

Studying the ship's entire schematics was not necessary. However, she had. It was a traditional science officer's uniform with the rank of a science cadet. Was she stupid to have joined so late? Perhaps. Or perhaps she was oppression and excellence colliding. Thriving off her family's lineage that was folded by years of Federation watched oppression.

Cloaked with empathy.

Understanding the oppression of the other side.

The hissing of the ship's door did not give her fear and while she darted passed the cadets in a furor to find her grisly quarters, she did so with pride. However, as a science officer, perhaps with her small tricordial clutch tucked into her holster she considered a different journey.

[ Discovery - Turbolift ]

A gift and a curse.

"Computer bring me to the Transporter Room."

The computer's chirp corrected. It was the roll of the eyes that gave her way, she supposed. With a sinister sneer, her boots tapped ever so lightly against the floors.

[ USS Discovery - Transporter Room ]

A beast with horns.

The smirk on her lips continued to twist as the doors hissed ever so slightly. Too quiet. A finger grazed against the metallic panel near the transporter room doors.

Unimpressed.

"Are we in kindergarten? I thought this was a science vessel. Dissapointed. I should ask to be reassigned." The Bajoran ridges raised slightly and she scrunched her nose.

"Let me guess. Grazerite?"

[Danjar-Torra Addams]

Ensign Danjar-Torra Addams
[USS Discovery - Transporter Room One]

What Torra though was to be the ship's newest officer arriving on the transporter pad ended up being just Helga and Lena returning from a few hours of shore leave.  The Grazerite frowned and was about to offer a greeting to them instead when a sound of fingernails on metal had her flinching and looking about.  There! As she turned, about she saw the ensign  whose image was shown on her PADD.  Ensign Ozal Kesah - a Bajoran/Betazoid hybrid according to the personnel file Torra had been provided so that she could determine where best to assign her.

Focusing her attention on the woman who had just entered through the turbolift doors, Torra dipped her head in greeting, even as the woman criticized her attempts to make her feel welcome.  The threat to request a transfer just moments after arriving was met with a soft exclamation of 'oh dear'.

Torra had been warned about and had experience with Bajorans who had a lot of attitude.  Still it didn't make dealing with them any easier - Torra however was patient and would try again.

"My apologies, if my welcoming did not meet your expectations Ensign Ozal, I was merely attempted to make you feel part of the family... she dipped her head again this time apologetically.

Torra's training in security, gave her some familiarity on how other cultures viewed the Grazerite's passiveness.  The way that the shorter woman spoke Torra's species it was with obvious distaste.   Some people only responded well to displays of confidence.  Torra got the sense that Kesah was that type.  A shame.

Still maintaining her gentle and pleasant tone Torra continued on.  "But if you truly wish to transfer, over something as trivial as this, then I'll be more than happy to help you with the paperwork, rather than assigning you quarters."

Stepping off the transporter PADD, Helga looked between the Bajoran and the Grazerite and chortled.
"Locking horns with a bull your first day.  Brave."

[Ozal Kesah]

[ Transporter Room / USS Discovery ]

"And yet, Klingon. I still remain unimpressed." Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, pressed against the fibers of her tunic. Exhaling in a huff through her nose, her head cocked. Bajoran ridges scrunched as a fist formed at the edge of the console with one hand at the waist.

"While Cardassia was repressing my people, carting us off in the still of the night. Hurting our bodies. Where were you? Were you my sister? Were you an ally for the atrocities that your people committed against mine?"

"I will lock horns will bulls and pacifists alike. I descend from matriarchy as well. Where were you for the disgraced Mo'Kai? For the line of L'Rell, who led your people alongside Gowron. Do not speak to me of war for I am birthed of it."

A hiss escaped her lips. Daring. The arch of a brow. "I am unimpressed." Turning just on the heel of her boot, she made her way to the doors.

The transporter rooms open as if in a trance she slipped out from just underneath their gaze.

"The Discovery is still nice, I suppose. I'm Cadet Ozal."