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Mreh K'hal

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Ens Mreh K'hal M.D.

 

After the Orion left, Mreh stood there a moment, contemplating. There was a woman, he thought, that was used to being confident, and had seemed more upset by the lack of confidence than the thoughts of dying on whatever mission she was going on. He determined that it would be a great loss if she did; there was one he'd feel comfortable with in command; more comfortable, in fact, than with their current Dameon CO. Of course, that probably had more to do with the fact that the Captain was a Dameon than on his command ability. His mind, thankfully, was strong enough to override that primitive reaction, and didn't let it surface outwardly, yet. Pushing it away, he exited the lab and finished up his work at his console before leaving sickbay, his shift over.

 

He entered his quarters and quickly changed into more casual, and comfortable, attire. Though he knew that most viewed the uniform as a symbol of their accomplishments and entry into Starfleet, including both his parents, he himself couldn't stand the thing. It was uncomfortable, and hampered his movements. Being flexible came with being Caitian, and through exercise and hard work he was confident that there were few of his species that could twist, turn, or maneuver as freely as he could. No one would ever know it while he wore the uniform, though.

 

The situation with the cyanide capsules had unnerved him, so he decided to work off some of that energy in the holodeck; a rare decision for him. Mreh made his way down to the holodeck, and loaded one of the few holographic simulations that he liked, though he never told anyone about it, and most certainly wouldn't invite anyone to view him in it. While he wasn't shy, by any stretch of the imagination, but of all the "hobbies" that he could have, this seemed a trifle embarrassing to share with his co-workers. After starting the program, he heard the murmuring and applause from one of the other attractions. The noise of it bothered him the first time, so he had modified the volume level after that, but the energy, colors and motions were fun just to watch. Today, though, he was going to take a more active role. He quickly took his place, and awaited the start of the show.

 

He was announced, and waved with both paws and his tail, turning in circles a few times to acknowledge the whole audience that was packed inside the big tent. The lights dimmed, the spotlight caught him, and he grabbed a hold of the bar, and soon, was swinging and whirling around in the air. He had watched a circus act with his parents when he was still a kitten, and had been enamored with it ever since. Trapeze was his specialty, and he knew, if the whole Starfleet thing didn't work out, he could do this and entertain crowds all over the Federation. Since it was working out, however, he did it for fun. He flew around for a while, finishing the performance with his holographic partner, and then upon completion soaked up the adoring, simulated cheers.

 

Feeling much better, he ended the program, and then made his way to the mess hall to grab something to eat.

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