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Julian Bashir ([personal profile] starflirt) wrote in [community profile] emptynesters 2016-02-04 09:29 pm (UTC)

Julian Bashir | Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

[ooc: Julian will be Rho-enhanced on top of his already genetically-enhanced mental abilities. For assumed CR, he's been absolutely fascinated with the medical implications of this whole collective thing, and sickeningly pleased to mess with telepathy. He's probably gotten on some people's nerves with how happy he is to be right here in the front lines, studying something new, exploring while doing medicine.

Feel free to pick up thoughts/impressions in the narrative brackets. He's probably broadcasting all the time, cheerfully trying to connect with everyone.]


1. Debrief

You know, I've flown several Federation things, shuttles, ships, runabouts, but I've never actually gotten my hands on alien ship controls before.

[He's positively gleeful as he looks at all of the commands. Does he know yet what's thrust and what's self-destruct? No. But that's the exciting part about all of this. Anything can happen. He's actually here, on the real frontier, taking part, and it's even better than the Gamma Quadrant.

After a few moments of study and observation, combined with a peak under the console, he's pretty sure he's got the basics. It's amazing how quickly everything comes to him - he'd been fast before, but this? He can do so much good with this.]


I hope you didn't eat recently.

[It's delivered with a flash of a smile at whomever else has come in.]


3. Hurry Up and Wait

Do you think we can eat that?

[Julian's pointing to a foodstall, but he really doesn't need to because he's also projecting a telepathic image of it. Something on sticks is being cooked over a griddle, and while he's not the most adventurous eater ever, he's a little hungry and endlessly curious.]

Or maybe we could get one and feed it to birds.

[Waiting has never been his strong point, and that probably comes across through the telepathic link as well.]


Four: Into the Wild Black Yonder

[The glee and enthusiasm Julian has been radiating this whole time is gone, locked down. He's focused and intent as he leans over the controls, eyes darting to take in everything the displays say.]

No matter what happens, we're a trading vessel with goods that will spoil if we stay on the moon much longer.

[That meat he'd munched on earlier? Turns out it's common on the moon, but exported rarely because of how quickly it spoils even in the best storage units. This makes it a delicacy, and a few take the risk of transporting it just for the price it demands.]

Taltaka meat. We've made this run four times.

[His flying is good. But if they're caught, they're going to need that cover. It's refreshing, honestly, that he no longer has to hide his intelligence. That he no longer can. It's not a point against him here. But that does mean he needs to use every part of it.]

Any suggestions or alterations for that?

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