#shiraya ereen

[lorspolairepeluche]

for the record, sindar, tyler, and shiraya are the Havoc Biffle Trio of the enterprise. they get shit done when they gotta, but they go wild when they don’t

[lookatypingbear]

writetober: day 22

using this prompt list

22 October: Zenith

“something to look up to, no matter where”

“I wanted to be a doctor.”

Likar stopped in their rifling through the drawer in their desk, but only for a second. “Why would you? It’s a hard job, and you get thankless patients who keep going out and getting themselves hurt.”

“I…wanted to help,” Shiraya admitted from where she sat on the examination table, holding gauze to her gashed forehead. “I wanted to heal. Instead, they picked me out for the Imperial Guard when I was a child and started training me for that.”

“What, doesn’t the Imperial Guard have doctors?” Likar asked, returning with the dermal regenerator and gently pulling Shiraya’s hand away from her head.

“No. Just soldiers. The doctors aren’t technically in the Guard.” Shiraya closed her eyes as Likar ran the instrument over her wound, sealing it into a scar that looked several weeks old. “I wanted to be one of them instead of a soldier, but there were expectations on me from the day I was chosen.”

“You must have one hell of a concussion if you’re getting sappy on me.” Likar stopped and studied their patient for a moment. “Hey. Shiraya.” They gently turned her face up with a hand. “You didn’t follow their expectations anyway. You came to Starfleet instead. And I, for one, am glad you did. Not just because you’re an exemplary officer, or an eager explorer. You’re my friend, Shiraya, and that never would have happened if you’d just followed what they told you.”

“Did you just follow what they told you?” Shiraya asked quietly. Her eyes were unfocused slightly. Definitely concussed, and Likar decided the risk was negligible if they answered honestly.

“I did, sort of. El-Aurians are a sociable race. A curious one. We’re listeners. We want to hear everything in the universe. And your chatterbox ass sure gives me a lot to listen to. But I didn’t go the usual route. I didn’t listen to stories. I listened to lectures. I got through med school and about five other different types of school before I decided it was time to do the expected thing—again, sort of. Starfleet is…kind of unusual, for an El-Aurian. But I do get to listen a lot.” Likar paused. “Do you still want to be a doctor?”

“Kind of?” Shiraya answered. “It’s…I admire you, Doctor. Even though you try so hard to look all annoyed and sarcastic all the time, you really do care. I can sense it.”

“Sense—? Oh. Right. Quarter Aenar. Goddamn empaths.” Likar shook their head, releasing Shiraya’s chin. “I expect you to never repeat that outside this sickbay, you hear me?”

“Yes, sir.” Shiraya managed a small smile.

“Good. Then, so long as I’m showing my mushy center—lesson one.” Likar tapped Shiraya’s forehead with a finger. “Concussions require rest. Not much even my tech can do for an Andorian concussion. Avoid PADDs and other screens. I’ll tell the captain to keep you off the duty roster for a few days at least. You should heal up pretty quickly compared to other species. But, you know…if you wanted to come by for, say, extra checkups during those days…and wanted to hang around and watch me work, maybe learn a few things—I wouldn’t argue.”

Shiraya smiled so bright that even Likar couldn’t resist an answering smirk. “I already know lesson two,” Shiraya said.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“Even the crotchetiest old bastard of a doctor will have a heart of gold somewhere.”

“You’re concussed, Ereen. Obviously talking nonsense. Go take a nap.”

“Yes, doctor.”

Even if they rolled their eyes, Likar allowed Shiraya’s kiss on their cheek.

[lorspolairepeluche]

what were the magellan crew like as kids

Terese was outgoing, curious, and determined to become a Starfleet officer like her mom Captain Ami Tanaka. Her mom was her idol, and that didn’t change when Ami lost her life in one of the first battles of the Dominion War.

Baki was a shy kid, especially after her mother also died in the Dominion War as part of the Bajoran Militia. She clung to her older brother Tann for the most part.

Benny was a wild child. Being half-human, a quarter Romulan, and a quarter Vulcan, as well as being raised on starships, meant that she didn’t have much of anywhere to call home and very few long-lasting friendships. Her father died when she was four, and her half-Vulcan mother sometimes struggled to raise a child with a marked resistance to Vulcan emotional training.

Though childhood is defined differently for long-lived species like the El-Aurians, Likar was also something of a rebel, though on El-Auria, that wasn’t saying much. They were encouraged to explore their interests and, eventually, the worlds beyond El-Auria, and they took both opportunities eagerly.

Sindar was quiet before he was joined with Kee. He knew by the time he hit his mid-teens that he was trans, but he wasn’t sure how his family or his people would take that. He kept his head down, worked hard to qualify for joining, and, in his free time, learned as much as he could about engineering.

Shiraya was a fighter, through and through. Swordfights with sticks--and eventually with swords. She was tapped for the Imperial Guard at an early age, but she hated the militaristic bent of the Guard and opted for Starfleet instead of her Guard commission, shocking everyone.

Tyler was raised by a single Starfleet-officer father. He was a quiet kid too, content to observe. He’d been taught from an early age not to bother the crew when they were on duty, so he went to the ships’ computers with his questions.

character description ask meme

[lorspolairepeluche]

the shots shots shots vine with the kid doing shots of mouthwash

SHIRAYA, THAT STUFF WILL KILL YOU EVEN IF YOU’RE AN ANDORIAN

send me a vine and I’ll tell you which one of my ocs it fits

[lorspolairepeluche]

happy international lesbian day; shiraya ereen is a Big Huge Lesbian!!

[lookatypingbear]

writetober: day 16

using this prompt list

16 October: Perihelion

“you will never be closer to light”

“To the Enterprise, and to one year of going where no one has gone before. May she have many more.”

“The Enterprise!”

Terese smiled as her crew raised their glasses and chorused her words back to her. “And to her wonderful crew. May she carry us to many more distant stars.” She turned her smile around the room, taking in each face, each person she’d come to know over the last year: Baki with her husbands, Tyler with his arm around Sindar’s shoulders, Benny and Shiraya on either side of them. Even Likar couldn’t quite keep up their irritated demeanor. “Enjoy yourselves, my friends. We’ve earned it.”

The observation lounge erupted in cheers as the crew toasted one another and drank.

“And to our captain,” Baki called over the din, “without whom we would be lost!”

“Captain Tanaka!” came the loudest collective cry yet as Terese bowed a little in acknowledgment.

The party broke up into conversation as Terese watched, sipping her champagne, a well of warm pride spilling in her chest.

“Eat, drink, and be merry. For tomorrow…we will fly.”

Terese smiled without looking. “Now that’s a new take on Shakespeare.”

“I’m not human; I have a ready-made excuse.”

Terese smiled down at Tann in his hover chair and at the two admirals with him. “I’m glad you three could make it out for the anniversary. Baki and Benny seem happier with you here.”

“As they should be,” K’Ralta answered. “How has Krya been getting on as first officer?”

“Admirably,” Terese said honestly. “I was worried at first, her working with Tyler, but I believe they’ve resolved their differences.” As if on cue, Baki gave Tyler a friendly punch in the shoulder as they both laughed.

“Mister Sloan seems to have shaped up well too,” T’Kon commented. “I had my doubts, but K’Ralta thought he owed Sloan after his father passed.”

“You’re lucky, then, Admiral,” Terese replied. “Your gamble paid off. Tyler has become one of my most reliable officers. I think I may put in for him to be promoted to full lieutenant. Along with Mister Ereen; she may be the most capable helm officer I’ve ever worked with. And Commander Arisawa has been a wonderful second officer, don’t worry, Admiral.”

“I had no doubts,” T’Kon answered serenely, smiling as her daughter slung an arm around Shiraya’s shoulders.

“It is truly remarkable how well this crew has come together in one short year. I believe Likar has unofficially adopted half my bridge officers.”

“More than half,” Likar said dryly from T’Kon’s other side. “Who else is gonna look after them? Sindar and Shiraya can’t go a week without one or the other or both injuring themselves. Where would they be without me?” Likar’s face softened, a rare thing. “And where would I be without them?”

“And where would each of us be?” Terese echoed. “Where would we be without the Enterprise?”

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[lookatypingbear]

writetober: day 13

using this prompt list

13 October: Galactic Halo

“that which surrounds the heart of a galaxy”

“You two,” Likar grumbled, pressing the osteogenic stimulator to Sindar’s wrist, “have got to stop practicing parrises squares when I’m on duty.”

“If that’s how you talk to your favorite patients, I don’t want to know how you talk to the others,” Shiraya quipped, antennae twitching in amusement.

“Who the hell said you were my favorites?” Likar demanded.

“No one had to.” Sindar grinned. “It’s obvious. You’re less grouchy with us.”

“You’d be grouchy if you were over 200 years old too!”

“I am,” Sindar said frankly.

Likar pulled up short, then let out a short, frustrated sigh. “I keep forgetting you’re Trill. All right, amendment: Kee has lived for over 200 years. Sindar has not; therefore, your goddamn chipper nature is understandable.”

“And you don’t look a day over 150. I’m sure you still have a soft and sweet center under all those rough edges, Doctor,” Shiraya said.

“Wrong; I’m just as hard and cold and grumpy underneath.” But Likar’s gentle touch on Shiraya’s injured shoulder as they ran the tricorder past it belied their annoyance. “Dislocated. What did you do, tell a Klingon to grab your arm and pull as hard as he could?”

“No, I played parrises squares with a Trill who’s been playing it for a century,” Shiraya said dryly.

“They’re both stupid ideas.” Likar pulled a hypospray from one drawer and a vial from another, clipping the vial into the hypo. “Mild sedative to relax your muscles and dull your pain receptors for a bit. And since you’re an Andorian…” They held Shiraya’s uninjured shoulder in place and pressed the hypospray to it. With the soft hiss of releasing pressure, Shiraya felt her muscles begin to relax, starting with the deltoid the sedative had released into. “Goddamn intramuscular injections. Why can’t I just put the hypo to your carotid artery like everyone else?”

Shiraya could feel her body going numb and limp, her eyelids drooping.

“But no, your physiology has to make that impossible.”

On the last word, Shiraya felt a jolt, and feeling rushed back into her dislocated arm—her formerly dislocated arm, she noted as Likar stepped away from her.

“There,” Likar said. “No more parrises squares until I give you the all-clear.”

“And when will that be?” Sindar asked.

“Never, if I have my way,” Likar muttered, ejecting the empty vial from the hypo and moving to dispose of it. “A few days,” they said louder for Sindar and Shiraya to hear.

“Thank you, Doctor.”

Likar heaved their falsest sigh yet as they turned to face the two lieutenants. Sindar and Shiraya were smiling, and Likar couldn’t help a tiny twitch of their own mouth in response. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up at your crotchety old doctor. I’m just glad I could patch you up. Now get outta my sickbay before you peel away every single layer of my hard, cold, grumpy exterior.”

They heard Sindar and Shiraya laughing as they left, and Likar shook their head, allowing their smile to grow a bit.

[lookatypingbear]

writetober: day 4

using this prompt list

4 October: Galactic Tide

“the force experienced by objects subject to substantial gravity”

“It’s a great honor to serve in the Imperial Guard,” Mother said, smoothing down the stiff uniform and not looking Shiraya in the eye. “Especially for an Aenar’s granddaughter.”

Shiraya stayed silent. She knew. She knew the honor it was to follow Mother’s, Grandfather’s, Great-grandmother’s footsteps into the Andorian Imperial Guard. She would be the first—and probably the last—with any drop of Aenar blood. Who knew. Maybe one day she’d become a commander. Overcome her heritage to rise up.

Overcome her heritage. It put a bad taste in her mouth. Overcome her Aenar grandfather, who had sat with her, sharing stories mind-to-mind, vivid images of the past filling Shiraya’s mind. Overcome the blood that she was one of the last to carry. Set aside a quarter of her to let the rest of her be acknowledged.

Mother smoothed stray white hairs back into Shiraya’s tight, military bun. “Almost time, elta.”

Shiraya turned, her mouth a tight line, toward the door to the amphitheater, as the first muffled notes of the Imperial Guard’s anthem sounded beyond it. The door opened, and the lieutenant of the honor guard nodded once, as sharp and stiff as every corner of Shiraya’s uniform.

The heavy clack of her boots echoed through the auditorium as Shiraya, head held high and antennae at attention, processed across the stage to where the general waited.

“Shiraya Ereen,” the general said formally, hand already going toward the table on which rested the badge of office that would be Shiraya’s, “I officially extend you the offer of a commission in the Andorian Imperial Guard. With the rank of lieutenant, you will be given the honor of defending Andoria and our people. Do you accept?” His hand was already picking up the badge.

“No, sir.”

Time seemed to freeze for a second before whispers broke out among the rank and file watching the ceremony.

“No?” the general repeated

“That’s right, sir.”

“May I ask why, Ereen?”

“I have chosen a different path, General.”

“And that path is?”

“I wish to join Starfleet, General.”

The whispers got louder. No one chose Starfleet over the Imperial Guard. The Imperial Guard was an honor. Starfleet was where the rejects and scientists went; it wasn’t even really a real military in Andorian eyes.

“I thank you for the opportunity, General, but I must decline,” Shiraya said clearly. “I believe I would be better suited to Starfleet.” With a bow of her head, she turned on her heel and walked back across the stage, back through the door, past Mother’s scandalized face.

And as she walked, Shiraya felt a grin spread across her face.