it's days like these, you gotta find it in some other way, so one foot in front of the other [OPEN]

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Now she's decided she needs to go running, and with people constantly in and out of the sensorium, reliving old battles (Honestly she thinks do I go in there and recreate the bridge of the Basroil? No.), the halls seem like the best place. Simply put, the gravity's getting to her and she's afraid of being a burden to her team just because she spent almost all her life in half G.

So you can find Lafiel in the hallways, the walls flashing past her eyes in a monotonous display of throbbing meatiness as she jogs.

The floor, however, is uneven. She steps into a pothole and falls abruptly, followed by a string of curses in Baronh. She's sprained her ankle.

After bandaging herself up (too prideful to accept help from Stacy), she'll be at the mess hall, downing bowls of the bland, proteiny glop, because after a workout, you really don't care all that much about taste.

Find her in either place.

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"Captain." She stands, salutes (index and middle finger touch the forehead) and sits back down again, long used to star forces hierarchy. "This is worse than those 'ham-burgers' I had to eat on Clasbul. Surely Stacy can synthesize some form of seasoning? Or does she keep that as a reward for good behavior?" She knows it's possible. Abh food is synthesized but doesn't end up like...this.

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Kirk is slightly surprised by the salute, but returns one in reflex before digging into the unappetizing slop. Things sometimes tended to get a bit casual on the Enterprise, especially among his senior command staff.

He offers a wry smile in reply to her question, "As far as I'm aware, this is what we can hope to eat for as long as we're aboard. If she can season it, I haven't seen, smelled or tasted it."

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"That's disappointing. Perhaps Stacy will send us to a primitive world next and we can trade some artifact from the 'land of the gods' for the harvest from their salt mines." Mostly a joke, Cap'n, but she probably would violate the prime directive for salt and pepper shakers at this moment. "Is it normal for officers in your galaxy to discuss the cuisine with their crew?"

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Krik raises a brow, almost imitating his first officer, "Maybe. Although in my peoples' experience, that kind of thing tends to lead to trouble."

Either he gets the joke and is merely commenting or he didn't get it in the first place. You decide.

"Sometimes, at least among the senior staff. But, I find that talking with the crew from time to time is good for morale and improving the relationship between them and their officers."

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"My apologies if that was a strange question. My last couple commanding officers were...odd." She thinks a moment. "If you don't mind me asking, Captain, how long have you been here?"

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"No apologies necessary, commander. I'm sure that many of my people's customs would seem to strange to you, as would yours to mine."

Another pause as he thinks, "A few weeks, I believe. It's rather hard to keep track of time in here...."

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"Maybe not that strange. We are your distant descendants cousins..." She says with a small smile. "Only a few weeks? I initially thought this place was very disorganized but that is rather quick to produce a functioning command hierarchy from so many disparate traditions."

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"Are we?" He cocks his head to one side, "You mean you're related to humans?"

He shrugs, forcing down another mouthful of 'food' before replying, "It's not like in Starfleet, or any military organization I've ever heard of. But we'll get something worked out."

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"Humans created us from their own genetic stock, a long time ago." That was their first mistake.

By this time about half of Lafiel's bowl is gone too. She seems to be racing him, the only way she's sure she can get it all down."I really would prefer it if there were more group training, however. Currently we only use the sensoriums for our own amusement, or to train by ourselves. Forgive me if i'm overstepping my bounds, but you can't expect an effective crew that way."

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"Interesting. Genetic engineering has been outlawed in the Federation since the Genetic Wars of the late 20th century," Kirk leans forward, food temporarily forgotten, "Fascinating, to borrow a word from Spock."

Her next statement brings a slight grimace to his face, "Don't I know that. We have to do something to get these people welded together into a unit, but they're all so different... and so many of them would rather be individuals then work as a team... Ah, forgive me, Commander. You don't want to hear about my troubles."

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A brief look of surprise and consternation crosses her elfine features. "Outlawed? That would mean death for us! We'd...Forgive me. It's just that, due to our origins, we are unable to produce completely natural children. Even those of us who still breed in the old method have to have the fetus genetically altered..." The look fades. Different customs. I must not allow my previous experience to prejudice me. She thinks, though she thinks nothing of discussing the details of how Abh make children. There's simply no taboo around the subject of reproduction for them.

"Oh but I do. Believe me, I know some about the problems of getting a group of stubborn individuals to work together." Foremost of them being herself. "Mr. Spock the Chief Science Officer?" She's already memorized the command chart.