#oc: t'val

[chewbokachoi]

Ya'll are trapped in here with me so here's me going LOOK AT MY OCs

zh'Ezkel to the left and then T'val and zh'Ezkel.

I would say the picrew to the left is a better rep of her personality and shade of blue. Either hairstyle works for her, though she hates having her hair tied back in anyway.

Picrew for the left pic and meiker for the one to the right.

T'val is supposed to have slight sideburns but those weren't there for the meiker RIP

And tagging @afraidofrabbits belatedly because I forgot sorry :(

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Oh man we got some SCRIBBLES down below. They're from November, but I didn't wanna post them to the main blog. Anyway, have some sketches of zh'Ezkel and T'val interacting with each other.

Taken from my phone + sad yellowed hotel lighting all the way bb

Look at her so excited to be on the job (after getting into a bar fight--in her defense, she didn't start it and she was just helping defend the patrons):

Sabrin off to the side shaking his head and taking stock of how many osteo-generators he's got vs how much he'll need to get.

tf are Lower Deck uniforms why did such a cruel and uncaring god allow them to be created

Below is me struggling with that + just the two about to experience awkward moments in which T'val begins to realize he's drawn to this hot mess:

And here we just have T'val being more expressive than a Vulcan should be but who can blame him he's on a ship that the first officer refers to as "Bargain Bin Cerritos."

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[chewbokachoi]

I Wanna Be Yours (II) + R U Mine?

Now the double feature for T'val!

Divider from saradika

Absurd–utterly absurd. That was the only way T'val could describe it.

He kept his eyes on his screen, but she was right there, within the peripheral of his vision. She was focused, as always, despite her unpredictable and explosive nature–something deemed ill fitting even by Andorian standards.

Yet the moment they met, he had been unable to erase her from his thoughts. Even when away from her, their jobs done for the day, he could catch a whiff of her as if she was always rounding the corner of a hallway of his mind.

He forced his breathing to remain the same and his heart to continue its steady beat. Why did he find himself so entranced by an alien such as she? Not only was she the wrong species, but they would be utterly and wholly incompatible for what a life form's purpose was–offspring and continuation of the species.

T'val moved to the next screen. He needed to find away to properly purge himself of this attraction. It was not just distracting, but it was unproductive. There was nothing to be gained. She was too emotional, too volatile–and she had a life of her own to pursue and live. What good would she gain from courting a Vulcan? Aside from utter and total dishonor to her family name, and that would have been the least of her worries, T'val could only begin to guess.

Written to "I Wanna Be Yours" by The Arctic Monkeys

T'val could barely focus. Something was horribly wrong and he didn't know what–which made the situation all the more horrifying.

He could have laughed. A Vulcan horrified?

Instead, he felt the room heat up and his head pulsed like it was going to crack open the skull and let whatever was inside fall out onto the floor. But he couldn't be seen like this. Yet he had to alert the captain what was going on. he was losing control and a danger to the ship–a danger to all aboard it.

Yet despite it all, images of that Andorian flashed through his mind. Why did he have to care about her more than the rest? There was no reason to.

his heart pounded against his ribs, making his side ache and him wanting to rip into it and tear it out. The more he thought of zh'Ezkel, the stronger his heart beat. 

This was not good.

What did he care if she was interested in others?

Yet he knew she was only interested in him. In a deep, logical denial about it. Yet denial nonetheless. Denial that was starting to gnaw away at him. Denial that was starting to drive him mad of all things.

Something was horribly wrong. The transporter accident had been no benign accident as they had all hoped.

But how was he going to alert the crew of  this without putting her–no the whole ship–the whole ship was at risk?

And it only increased the more he thought and wanted to know–was he Ezkel's? Was she the one who wanted him truly as he was? Because he knew he wanted to be with her regardless and the absolute clarity of such a thing filled him with a sickly dread.

Written to "R U Mine?" by Arctic Monkeys

@afraidofrabbits sorry for the double tag

[chewbokachoi]

Okay part two of my Star Trek dumpster fire rambling. Part one over here. Now we've got zh'Ezkel and T'val. Brief bio is longer for zh'Ezkel that pulls heavily from Among The Clans.

-Name: Jeylakogarinazel zh'Ezkel -Rank: Lt. Junior Grade -Department: Tactics -Age: ~30 -Nicknames: Koga (very close friends); Nazel for everyone else -Very brief bio: Ezkel, like all Andorians, has A Lot of Feelings. But unlike most Andorians, she struggled to contain them. Her clan has always been seen as bad luck, but attempts to push them by the wayside seemed to invite more bad luck. And the fact that her clan helped with establishing the Federation and given the population crisis, there wasn't anything to be done about getting rid of them.

zh'Ezkel exceled at Chekthora, the most elite Andorian military academy. For a number of reasons (to be revealed eventually), zh'Ezkel was able to claw her way to not the top of the class, but an enviable bracket nonetheless. This caught the attention of many--including those who felt Andoria needed to be on its own, especially with the population crisis. But zh'Ezkel's eerie knack for knowing things kept her out of "that crowd." Which was just as well--she had to do her part in helping with the population crisis.

Unfortunately, tragedy would strike and zh'Ezkel would survive the death of her quad.

-Current Status: The shame of surviving, the reputation of her clan's luck, her emotional instability (now worse), and having been the victim of something the Andorian government can't let the public hear of left zh'Ezkel in a very bad situation. Fortunate for her, there was a family friend who arranged for her to transfer to Starfleet--given her clan's history with the Federation, and the Federation's interest in strange abilities, and a certain captain whose goals align with zh'Ezkel's, zh'Ezkel had a new home. It's an adjustment period for her. Despite Andorians being very fascinated by other cultures and interacting heavily with said cultures, zh'Ezkel is seen by many to be a "sheltered" one and is going through a number of culture shocks aboard this new home.

-Name: T'val -Rank: Lt. Commander -Department: Tactics -Age: 50~60 -Very brief bio: T'val had spent a large amount of his time researching ways to improve archiving, particularly future-proofing it as when civilizations collapse, the more advanced a system is, the more inaccessible it is. This may or may not have resulted in him getting a chance to study with the Vulcan Grandmasters. This did allow him to explore a number of cultures to see how things were maintained, and he ended up spending a lot of time with the Trill and how they manage the information of what the Symbiotes and joined Trills learn.

This was very fortunate for one Symbiote, Kidan. A shuttle accident left the Trill dead and T'val was the only one healthy enough (and in one piece) to take on the Symbiote. While T'val was fit for such a thing, due to one thing leading to another, he had to carry Kidan longer than advised and the transfer to a proper host/Trill left him out of commission for some time.

Which was once again fortunate. It turns out somebody had it out for Kidan specifically. Kidan was supposed to be transferred to Viráy's ship and help with her mission. This time, Kidan and its host were killed and T'val ended up with an emergency-transfer to take Kidan's place.

-Current status: T'val has recovered completely by this point. And because he carries all of Kidan's knowledge, he knows what Kidan was really up to and why Viráy needs him on her ship. While performing other duties aboard the ship, T'val spends his time transferring what he has learned from Kidan so the centuries of knowledge are not lost.

But now he has a new task--helping a volatile, yet oddly sheltered Andorian adjust to her new life.

There's more to say about these two of course, but that will be revealed at a later time.

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"Please Hold"

And now we get another little hint of zh'Ezkel's backstory. She's not coping so well so suicidal ideation warning

She sat at the table, bandages tight around her once more. Her antennae had regrown and were twitching and drifting, as if excited to return.

If only the rest of her had felt that way.

zh'Ezkel looked at the bowl in front of her. The spoon next to it was familiar, but she wasn't sure about how to grab it or use it. Other than possibly sticking it in her eye. But she knew that wasn't the correct course of action.

She closed her eyes and tried to think about breathing. Maybe she could make it stop if she thought long enough. Or become aware of her heartbeat–

"Enough."

zh'Ezkel's eyes snapped open. She was back on the ship, the gentle hum reminding her of her new job and new life. Another dream, another reminder of what had brought her here.

She rolled out of bed, the desire to just get through another day a weak pulse. A pulse as weak as hers had been at the bottom of that cave. Had they just left her to die–

No. It wasn't her pulse that had been weakening at the bottom fo the cave. It had ben Vin's. She cringed and shook her head. No more memories. No more names. It was time to move on–

Footsteps she could hear through her doors.

"Lt., you are late once more," said the ever grating voice of T'val.

"I am not," zh'Ezkel snapped.

A pause. He was probably re-calibrating. "You are–"

"Check the time. Still adjusting to the time up here versus planet-side back on Vulcan, are we?" She raised her voice to ensure he heard her.

"There is no need to raise your voice," he said after a moment.

"You clearly sound like you need the extra reminder."

"Permission to enter?"

"Yeah, sure, fine," zh'Ezkel snapped. She paused in getting dressed, then remembered most cultures were in fact bothered by nudity.

The doors hissed open and T'val entered. He didn't seem to notice her half dressed state–or more accurately he very much did but was on duty and was not going to say anything. "As you can see…" his eyes drifted to the clock on her wall; the Starfleet official one.

zh'Ezkel raised an annoyed brow–her antennae followed the motion.

Written to "Baby Hotline" by Jack Strauber's Micropop

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Francis Forever + Something In The Way

A double feature of zh'Ezkel to avoid cluttering things. Just sort of working and poking at these to get a better feel for the characters. There is a story and plot slowly forming in all this.

Divider from saradika

zh'Ezkel stood in front of the large porthole. It was time for relaxation and sleep, but once again she couldn't find the ability to lay still long enough. Despite how cramped the beds on the ship were compared to back home, it felt too large and too empty to her.

So, she glared outside, watching the stars go by.

Her antennae twitched. But instead of footsteps, she sensed something else–something all too familiar yet it was foreign and strange given the source.

"Another period of insomnia?" Asked the familiar timber of T'val.

zh'Ezkel huffed, her antennae twitching once more. She forced them to point ahead. "And?"

"You have done well to report to the bridge ahead fo schedule for the last ten Earth-standard days."

"Okay. You're not my doctor." She huffed, glancing at him.

He said nothing, not right away. But he met her gaze and zh'Ezkel had to accept the familiar sense of longing had been from him. She felt her eyes twitch to study him. That couldn't be right. There was no way she could be sensing that from him, and from a Vulcan no less.

Written to "Francis Forever" by Mitzki

zh'Ezkel stared at the darkness above. She could die right now and that would be fine. She didn't care because she knew in her heart the others had died. And with how the blood around her had congealed, she had to have been on the ground for some time now.

Yet she could feel her ribs expand with every breath she took.

The world spun when she tried to move. Her antennae had been hacked off. She had to remember that.

Low voices. Hushed voices. As if they thought they were going to summon something evil–they were speaking in a language she knew but couldn't decipher.

The world continued to tilt and turn. How cruel. The wold would keep turning and turn forever despite the others being dead.

She let out a choking gasp as something sparked through her. A realization of some kind. She sprang up and then rolled over. Everything hurt. Something rotten was on her tongue and between her teeth. She hissed and spat, but she couldn't focus on what it was she was spitting out.

Another alien word–this one harsher, more alert.

Steps. Dozens of them. Loud. Harsh. Then strong hands had on her.

zh'Ezkel hissed and spat again. She felt the desire to fight claim her once more.

"Settle, settle!" They yelled, their accents thick and unaccustomed to her language.

"You fought well–but you will die if you fight help!" Another snapped, the voice less thick and harsh than the ones who were grabbing her.

"We promise to help," said another.

zh'Ezkel felt the world darken as the hands continued to hold on to her.

Written to "Something in the Way" by Nirvana

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I Could Never Fall In Love With You

This is more poking around concepts and ideas for this piece--and zh'Ezkel's power was one my boyfriend came up with for another thing and I liked it. A lot. An anti-clairvoyant you could say. Where the person predicts the one thing that will never, ever happen. Just testing to see how the first meeting could go. Nothing is set in stone still thank you for joining me on this self-indulgent ride.

She looked at him.

He will never be rid of you, The Voice whispered.

Zh'Ezkel kept her face still and impassive; even her antennae remained as they were. Her heart continued its steady beat because she knew Vulcans could sense those changes.

And she waited for the next part. The one she would hear for herself.

And I could never fall in love with you, she wanted to hear the other voice say, the follow up phrase. The one that was her fate. The one that told her the nevers because that was what comforted her.

Because what else could it mean for him to never be rid of her?

Yet the voice did not come.

"Lt. zh'Ezkel?" the Vulcan said.

"Sir?"

"While appropriate, that is the only way you have addressed me thus far." The slightest twitch of his eyebrow. "You heard my name, correct?"

"Yes," she said again, trying to retrieve it from her shaking mind. "Apologies–I meant yes, Lt. T'Val."

"Very good," he said. The tone had an underlying hint of as if that was something worthy of a pat on the head.

Zh'Ezkel stood, watching as he tapped away at the stylus, no doubt searching for the next set of rules and regulations to confirm she knew. With the glance he gave her, she knew they were going to be easier ones.

And as she waited for him–T'val–to select what to review next. She fumed and waited for the phrase, the phrase she realized would never come.

Sort of written to "I Could Never Fall In Love With You" by Tub Ring

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Heart Throb

zh'Ezkel could see T'val looking just past her, his attention on the captain while she stood and listened.

Everything about her looked calm–she had to look that way because nobody seemed to notice how at that very moment she could feel her heart thundering against her chest and her mind racing with thoughts. How she wanted T'val to be looking right at her and how she desperately wanted him to just say what he was truly thinking. Ever since that transporter accident nothing had been right, and every time they worked near each other, zh'Ezkel's heart would pound and throb as if it was ready to betray her.

She hated everything about the situation. Whether or not chucking T'val out an airlock would solve the problem had yet to be determined.

zh'Ezkel handed the data pad over as T'val moved to ask for it. She cursed herself–yet another incident of her being strange and doing what T'val needed before asking.

"Thank you, zh'Ezkel," T'val said as if that had been the plan and normal.

zh'Ezkel felt his fingers brush against hers and she thought she felt a blood vessel burst–or her antennae snap up. She didn't know which was worse.

Written to "Heart Throb" by Be Your Own Pet

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