Esther sh'talla-Petit

Original Star Trek Character

[ievarchive]

Intimidating was ONE word for it…a word she was really more apt to apply to her job. With her parents’ legacy before her, and her sister’s innate ability on her s h o u l d e r s , she’s struggling to keep her face SOBER as she learns the ropes. Hell, it’s not like she’s having any problems, but that isn’t e n o u g h : needs to make an impact. Leave a mark on her first month.

Like this crewperson is undoubtedly doing to her desk. Is busy glancing through a file when she hears the distress call, lifting a brow in its direction before moving towards the sound. Crouches, narrows her eyes in the dark before catching onto u n d e r s t a n d i n g . ( Really, she should have been able to fix a computer issue herself, but as of yet, she hadn’t been able to d e c i p h e r it. )

Tries to find the offending trap in the cramped space,, and she l e a n s under the desk to get a better LOOK. Clicks her tongue once she finds it, shifting out.

         ❝ Oh yeah, it’s – in there. ❞ 

Screws up her lip, twisting back again to determine if it’s an easy fix … NO. And she’s not exactly looking to bring a harassment suit against the JAG Office in her first w e e k , but…there’s no way this girl is getting out of there. How the hell had she managed to get in ? Sighing, she glances back at the girl, lifting a resolute hand in gesture.

          ❝ Look, I know it’s not – ideal, but you’re really kind of…s t u c k . Is it all right if I … get it ? Or I can guide your hand, or…something. ❞

[tallapetit]

            Esther had hoped the woman wouldn’t know the intimate implications of touching an Andorian’s antenna. Not just because it was nice to day dream and the woman was nice to look at, despite (or perhaps because of) the intimidation thing). Just to save time and a bit of embarrassment. It wasn’t as if Esther was particularly body shy or traditional. Hell, she wasn’t even completely Andorian, after all. 

“It’s all right.”  She gives the woman as much of a grin as her face can manage, one free antenna twitching happily. “I promise I won’t rope you into an engagement or anything. No surprise marriages here! And you don’t even have to buy me a drink first.”  Probably a highly inappropriate joke to make at a senior officer, and a JAG officer at that, but she’d argue distress and trying to make the woman lighten up before attempting to dislodge her sensitive bits from painful places. 

[interstellarstars-moved-deactiv]

               Anna combed her strands of hair behind her ear, wishing the harsh blow of the rain would stop moving it in front of her eyes. It stung every time it slapped against her eyes. The cave that she had referred to wasn’t that far and she was glad that she hadn’t underestimated the distance.  ❝There.❞ She points ahead through the darkness of the…well it wasn’t quite night time but the overcast made it incredibly dark.

[tallapetit]

Picking her way carefully across the ground, making sure there weren’t any major obstacles in their way, Esther stumbled as she walked into the blissfully empty air of the cave. No more disorienting, pounding rain! She walked a ways further, sweeping the cave for anything immediately deadly or interested in eating them, before circling back to the mouth of the cave. Wringing out her jumpsuit and her hair, she eyed the torrential downpour just outside. 

“How long until it clears, do you think?” Then, without waiting for an answer, she turned to the human. “Are you warm enough? Should we worry about making a fire?” 

[bbcmycroft-arc-deactivated20180]

     The ping had gone ignored, Mycroft not having the moment to step away to acknowledge it. And like the first, the verbal announcement went ignored. He was nearly finished with the report, and the moment the proofreading was finished, he sent it along to his superior. It was only then that he found himself approaching the woman fixing his door.

     “It’s been broken for hours.” His work order had come in its simplest terms, based off the exact problems of that moment. “It had a mind of its own for a few minutes before simply sticking itself in that position.”

[tallapetit]

“I’m sorry sir, we had a backlog of orders. Had a crisis in one of the labs, the eggheads wouldn’t leave us alone until it had gotten all fixed to their satisfaction.”  Which was far above and beyond reasonability, of course. “But I’m here now, and if it is what it sounds like, I think one of the regulator relays is on the fritz.” 

Twirling her omni-tool, Esther quickly popped the wall pannel off. An low growling grumble escaped her as she grimaced. “My luck -- this configuration is a pain in the ass to get through. Erh, sorry sir.” General rule of thumb, don’t swear in front of superior officers. “I’ve got a replacement here, but it might take me a while to fix it. I can do it now or later, if you’d rather have it done while you’re not in your quarters.” 

[tallapetit]

wHOOPS;  having my inbox open would probably help things . . .  that’s open now! Can people reply to messages you’ve sent them even if your ask is closed?

[interstellarstars-moved-deactiv]

OPEN; TO ALL

                ❝This planet is doing nothing but RAINING. The comm’s won’t even                   send a clear signal back to the ship until it clears up.❞ Anna brushed                   back strands of wet hair from her face and squinted her eyes to peer                   through the sharp pellets of rain. ❝I saw a cave not too far from here.                   It could provide some shelter until it stops.❞

[tallapetit]

        Shoulder’s hunched and antenna curled close to her skull, Esther only nodded at first. The cold of the rain wasn’t about to get to her, but the relentless assault of the water was uncomfortable and foreign to the space-raised girl. “All right, ma’am,” she forced out. “Lead the way.” Only she took a deep breath and uncurled her antenna, ready to check the path ahead of them in case the human officer couldn’t see well enough. Not that she’d prove much help, antenna flinching at the cold patter of rain. 

[damniitjim-blog]

“You know, my prescription for a hard day  is a good drink and some good company.  Trust me, it’ll do you a world of good.”

[tallapetit]

Antenna and shoulders drooping, Esther grumbled.              “Have a suggestion on a good drink, sir?                   Or good company, while you’re at it.”

[tallapetit]

@ineveryvein is lost in space

Ow ow ow ow ow!  One of her antenna had snagged as she was working on the circuitry of the desk, trying to figure out why the screen projection was on the fritz. Trying to free herself had her cringing in pain and feeling horribly dizzy. She was pretty sure there wasn’t immediate danger of losing the antenna, but even the possibility made her extra anxious. It may not seem like a big deal, it would grow back in a year or so, after all, but it wasn’t pleasant. 

Unable to twist to get a good look at the snag for herself, Esther gave up. Bracing herself on the floor and pushing herself into a position where she was at least not straining against her caught appendage, she tried not to cringe as she said loudly, “Uhm, ma’am? Could you help me? I’m stuck on something and I can’t see what.” Wonderful. A crewman not only messing up in a simple repair, but having to ask the intimidating new JAG officer to help her. Hopefully she was still here and hadn’t wandered off to do important officer things while her computer was broken. The last thing Esther needed was to be stuck here for hours or, worse, have to ping the ship with an internal distress call.

“If you could just bend down here and tell me what it’s snagged on...” 

[ologistisms-deactivated20170922]

‘’Some of these plants could be eaten. The chef could probably get very creative.’’

[tallapetit]

             “Sautee that with some Rigelian balsamic and it tastes almost just like a hamburger. Least that’s what my Auntie always said.” Esther pointed as one of the plants as she spoke, antenna curving forward with polite interest and curiosity. “Personally I prefer it to hamburgers,”  though that might have been more a testament to the shitty burgers the place she’d been take to on their last station stop than a real evaluation of the plant’s suitable substitution. 

[tallapetit]

@bbcmycroft​ placed a work order

Setting down her toolkit, Essy pinged the room. It was hardly necessary, though. It was just as the work order had said. ‘Door jammed, stuck halfway,’ and indeed the pneumatic door was stuck halfway closed. Or open, depending on how you preferred to see it. Turn sideways and hold your breath and most could probably get through without much trouble, if a bit of discomfort. Privacy was the greater concern, no doubt, and as her ping  received no answer, she called into the quarters, “Sir, I’m here to work on your door.” 

Considering that enough of a warning, she pulled out her diagnostic wand and started to work on the door. 

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[tallapetit]

Starter Call !

            Like for a short starter. If you do not have a specific spacebased verse for me to reference, I will come talk to you or keep it vague. 

[tallapetit]

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[foughtfears]

she couldn’t recall the last twenty-four hours. something kept her brain quiet, her mind settled in a darkness & a nice, calm peace clouding her typically raving mind. it was actually – comfortable. she felt a dull headache, but she always got those, especially since – Y’KNOW ! so, all seemed normal. she fought hard to get her eyes open, figuring she must be nursing some kind of hangover if she’s having this much trouble waking up. took a couple of tries, but she got it ! and then – of course – immediately, she closed them again, letting out a groan. light – so bright – ughhhhhhhh … 

she tried again, shoulders sore & body aching. where was she ? she tried to keep herself calm  ( it wasn’t peculiar for her to wake up somewhere she didn’t recognize at first , being quite the couch-surfer ). for a moment, some strange emotional mixture passed through her : fear, a strong fear, overwhelmed by elation. WAS IT THEM ? light wasn’t quite bright enough, not blinding, only something she needed to work to get used to – when she did, she was confused to find her surrounding rather … human. and yet, off. it was something unrecognizable, moreso than some apartment would seem to someone who stumbled in drunkenly. no, this was … foreign. she might go so far to say alien … but NO , not her aliens.

fuzzy vision kept her calm for a while, because she had the good fortune of not noticing the REALLY WEIRD ALIEN standing nearby. of course, this was a secret not to be kept much longer : in an effort to stretch out her neck, she rolled her head over to the side, and her eyes adjusted / her breath hitched / her heart stopped. what the FUCK kind of comic con exhibit had she stumbled into ?? 

she shot up in response, pulling her body upwards from her position laying down, hitting her head with a vicious clang on some lamp above her – ‘ shit, fuck – ’ she moaned, rubbing at it. probably should have been smarter, looked up, but she can’t take it back now.

                                  HELL, that hurt …

[tallapetit]

‘Intelligent life is an oxymoron.’ One of her uncles’ favourite sayings, espoused at every chance. Esther tended to not agree, arguing there were plenty of intelligent living people -- herself among them! Now, however, watching the pinkish alien smash its head into the overhead lamp, Essy had to wonder just how the Federation qualified intelligent life if this specimen made the cut. 

It wasn’t smart to make assumptions on tone or expression with alien species, but Essy doubted that it was saying good things after banging its head. Probably swearing. Usually a good bet when someone was waking up in an unfamiliar place and hurt themselves. 

“Are you okay?’ She spoke slowly and clearly, deciding it was best to start with Common. The H’ypalians spoke it, after all, and her own H’ypalian vocabulary wasn’t... fit for polite company, mostly. 

[tallapetit]

JUNE GRACE ( @foughtfears )

            A few days ago, comms had picked up the degraded signal of an in-distress H’ypalian ship. It had been traced to the edge of a system known to be at sub-lightspeed travel development stage. In ranks far, far above Esther’s head (but these things always got around, scuttlebutt travelled faster than the best FTL engine)  about investigating the signal further because of that low tech level. The fact that they were now cloaked and orbiting around the single planet in the system which had intelligent life on it proved that, at least this time, the degrading populace of the H’ypalians won out over standard procedure. 

The exact details of the retrieval were vague, at least by the time they reached a Third Class Crewman, but some facts she had been filled in on. For some reason, it seemed the H’ypalian’s had taken this native of the planet and modified their genetic make up to contain an echo of their own. Only, a bit more than an echo. At this point, the biology technobabble started to go over Essy’s head and she tuned out. She might be a genetic mishmash herself, but that didn’t mean she understood all the science of it. 

That was probably 85% of why she was stuck on Alien Babysitting Duty; the whole ‘I’m a genetic aberration in the eyes of the Federation too!’ thing was bound to be a great ice breaker. Plus, the doctors and scientists were done with their preliminary scans and were all much more interested in pouring over those than tending to the alien as it woke up in the quarantine bay. Rolling her shoulders and stretching against the localized gravity, set to the level of the planet, which was higher than ship norms, Essy settled in to wait for the alien to wake up. She hoped it would be able to communicate. The eggheads said it ought to, thanks to whatever the H’ypalians had done to it, but they also admitted they were flying blind on this one. Fifteen minutes in and her antenna were starting to droop as they curved forward in keen interest, and she had to fight the urge to tap at the glass. 

[tallapetit]

           Okay, while I continue to try and refigure out wtf exactly the breakdown of her genetics is and how it works (maths are hard, please ignore the fact that the current percentage breakdown on the bio page adds up to more than 100%),  like for a starter or some sort? If you don’t have an explicit space-based verse for me to reference, I’ll try my best to keep it vague.  

[tallapetit]

            out of the unknown past                      into the unknown future                                                          WE DRIFT                      original character based in space