#vros and orion

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@trektober-challenge Day 22: Character Survives AU- Gaila lives and continues to flirt with her captain/bestie while teasing her commander for his crush.

[im-da-bronx]

I made some more!!

A bunch of Picrews of Gaila

Links:

https://picrew.me/image_maker/257476

https://picrew.me/image_maker/296093

https://picrew.me/image_maker/263035

https://picrew.me/image_maker/94097

[trekkele]

Based on this post of mine about Orion diplomats and traditions

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Who wants to hear about my brilliant Sanders Sides/Star Trek Crossover AU?

Too bad, I'm telling you anyway.

Takes place in the AOS verse.

After Jim goes through the Academy in three years Starfleet starts up a new program. Cadets go through three years of the Academy and have the chance to test into an Apprenticeship Program.

In the program cadets are assigned to a Chief officer in their field of study and learn directly from them their last year.

At the end of the year and graduation the cadets are automatically placed on the ship they trained on and continue to train under their Chief Officer, the idea being that they will immediately begin take the role over once the Chief Officer retires or in emergency situations.

Jim is the first to volunteer his ship for the program because of course he is.

Logan is generally science studies and assigned to Spock

Janus is a pilot and assigned to Sulu

(His parents tried to pushing him into command and when he got his acceptance letter into the Academy he told them he'd be wearing Gold. They were floored when they found out he was a pilot.)

Patton is Medical and assigned to Chapel

Remus is also Medical and assigned to Bones

Roman is engineering and assigned to Scotty

(Remus and Roman are Orion and Roman absolutely idolizes Gaila Vro, who he knew when he was younger and encouraged him to chase his engineering dreams.)

Virgil is communication and assigned to Uhura

[gem-minnie]

I,,, love Galia

[sillyjimimanboy]

VRO IF MY BABY GIRL ORION LOSES TO RADLYNN I SWEAR TO GOD VRO AHHHHHSHSHSH

[vztalk-blog]

IG names

noturrslut - Cindy Kimberly - /

lunaestars - Stella Luna - active

jcklwdn - Jack Lowden - /

camicmendes - Camila Mendes - no posts, but active

phoebstonks - Phoebe Tonkin - active

brittanybyrdlore - Brittany Byrd - /

liluzivert.666 - Lil Uzi Vert - active

aleexisreene - Alexis Ren - DELETED

youngboyclinton - Franklin Clinton - active

yungheroinefather - Yung Vro? - /

sparklingskiees - Belle Lucia - /

nlsvssr - Neels Visser - /

kjapavz - KJ Apa - /

orion.c - Orion Charlotte - /

frxncisco1 - Francisco Lachowksi - /

stellxhudg -  Stella Hudgens - active

scarvoorhees - Jason Voorhees - active

hailybails - Hailey Baldwin - active

kenjnnrr - Kendall Jenner - active

zzaynity - Zayn Malik - active

These are all the accounts I was able to gather so far. If you know of more, plese send the names in and I will add them to this list. 

/ = not active

[trekkele]

I read your fic about Galia vro it was amazing. I was wondering if you have anything else you have been headcanoning about her

ooooh the sound i just made? they probably heard it in space, i will take any opportunity to talk about my girl. 

(Also thank you for the compliment!!)

- I do think Orions have a very different view of both sex and sexuality, culturally speaking, but Gaila is grey/demi-sexual, and to her platonic intimacy is always going to be more valuable and vulnerable then sexual intimacy - partly because of her upbringing as a ‘diplomat’. Sex is nice and all, but staying up till late and watching dumb movies is an expression of love.

- She enrolls in every diplomacy course StarFleet has to offer and becomes as skilled as Uhura, the Klingon Treaty is co-written by her since she has such a personal understanding of how hard it can be to look at anothers values and integrate them into your mindset. She finds negotiation using words to be fascinating - on Orion, diplomats use sex and word-weavers write treaties. She thrills in learning the second, having been trained as the first. In her opinion, a well written treaty is as satisfying as an orgasm. 

- Diplomacy is her passion but computers sing to her like stars, she runs the first purely experimental starship in the’Fleet and is one of the most requested captains to serve under. She had picks her crew and it is the most culturally diverse she can manage - she thinks multiple view points to be crucial for scientific advancement.

- She hates the SFA courses on Orions - and rewrites them from scratch, insisting on tracking down Free Orions who live within the Federation to teach the classes themselves. Oddly enough, relations with the Orion Independent States and the Orion Syndicate improve drastically once her students start graduating. 

- She can use a phaser with surgical precision, and knives are basically an extension of her hand. 

- When she retires, she writes novels in her free time.

- She volunteered to help Jim hack the Kobyashi Maru, but he refused her help and ended up doing it on his own - she’s furious but understands why he did it. She doesn’t believe in no-win scenarios either.

- She sees her mother one more time after leaving Orion. She punches her in the face and never speaks to her again.

- She has a tattoo down her left thigh in old orion script.

[trekkele]

Summary:

/Now the earth was astonishingly empty, and darkness was on the face of the deep, and the spirit of God was hovering over the face of the water.

And She said, "Let there be light," and there was light./

Gaila, and becoming.

[trekkele]

Ok... hold on.. ok. Len and Gaila meet through Jim... under what circumstances? At a party? Happy? Sad? "Bones, Gaila. Gaila, Bones." "Goddamn it my name isn't Bones"? or "Jim is hurt and told me to find his doctor friend"? or "Nyota be nice, this is Jim's friend"?

They meet at the library.

It sounds romantic, but really Jim wandered off with a librarian who was thrilled someone actually wanted to hear about their filing system, and Len had found her huddled at corner table, hidden behind the stacks and cursing gently at the textbook in front of her.

He only knows she cursing because of how she twists the words, spitting them out like falling acorns. Any other way she would have let the orion words trip off her tongue would have sounded like singing.

Gaila had agreed to present ‘Basic Orion Pheremones’ to the advanced medical class for extra points. Every single thing in the basic textbook they would have used was wrong.

Len wonders over, asks if there’s anything he can help with. She smiles brightly, asks if he has a red hilighter, and proceeds to use it to draw a single unending line through the entire page spread.

Gaila slams the book shut and grins at him. ‘All prepared for my presentation now, many thanks for your help!’

He’s equally impressed at her class the next day, ripping the federation and their xeno-medical standards to shreds. (The textbooks are all replaced by the next week. Admiral T’Pol was involved.)

They drift slowly past each other over the next few weeks, until Len walks into Jim’s dorm one day to find them cackling on the couch over some high school drama or other.

“Oh hey its red high lighter guy!”

“Hello Mz Vro, your presentation was excellent”

“Wait you two know each other? Great lets watch that new movie downtown!!”

(Jim and Gaila meet when Nyota is debating arguing with him about the linguistic value of all literary works and she calls him ‘fucking stubborn’ in Orion. He answers her in a flawless lower dialect)

[trekkele]

You Don't Own Me

Escaping the Orion Syndicate was impossible, They said. No one had ever done it, They said. The Empire would find you, They said.

They were fools.

A backwater colony in the middle of an ion storm was the perfect place to hide, the perfect place to wait and plan and bide her time.

But Gaila had been wrong.

Tarsus IV was a hell-hole, but hell had always looked good on Gaila Vro. Allying herself with outcasts and children gave her a base of power no one expected.

Allying herself with Jim Kirk saved her life.

And now that they'd survived, now that she new he would follow her and he knew she'd trust him, they were going to take it all. The Empire was getting a new Queen.

Whether they wanted one or not.

I'm Not Just One of Your Many Toys.

[offleetsfinest]

unbrxken​:

Mackenzie nodded, kissing the top of his head. “Okay. Okay.” She pulled back, pointing at him. “Do not start a fight. Understood?”

Kenna bit her lip, gently setting her hand on Min’s shoulders. She didn’t say anything. She wanted to let him deal with it, but she didn’t want to risk anything. So she stayed there near him, watching him.

Melina frowned a little, nodding slowly. “Yikes. That’s disgusting.” She shook her head, pausing. “I’m part siren. After I escaped the lab, I ended up working at an illegal underground ‘go-go dancing’ night club. Since, you know, siren. It was my whole thing. Not that I really wanted it to be, but it was what I was created for, so I figured, why not? Eventually I ended up working in an actually legal joint in the 80s, as one of the first legal strippers in America. But, y'know, that just meant that I was a target for harassment and stuff because I was pretty and worked in a gentlemen’s club.” She shrugged, nudging Jini with her elbow lightly. “Don’t really need to imagine. I’ve lived it. It sucks.”

Grayson sighs, smiling, nodding. “Mmkay. Just because you asked, mama.” He sighs and hugs her again.

Min tries to breathe when he feels Kenna’s hands on his shoulders, shaking a bit, but nodding, nodding and breathing.

Jini sighs. “And you know, I don’t do it. Any of it. It’s just not my thing, personally. My mom was the first Orion in Starfleet, Commodore Gaila Vro. She always made me believe I could be more than the average Orion, even if I chose something... stereotypical. It’s just a pain in my ass when people don’t necessarily want to believe it. I’m glad I’m not on a proper passenger ship.” She nods as they reach the bar. “And, here we are.”

Hunter knocks back his shot and glances up when the door opens, cocking his head slightly. Who was she? He doesn’t think he knows her.

[vztalk-blog]

I have never heard about Raven, Sara, Young Vro or this Britt who are they? Are they new ones?

They are definitely not new ones, they have all been around for quite some time. I believe some of them are a group of friends.

The ones I marked with an orange banner are in a friendgroup I guess of which some members are also on VZ. I don’t know much about them, only that they seem to be in contact out of VZ frequently and also communicate in German a lot.

Raven too communicates in German and seems to be at least partly a member of the part of VZ that roleplays in German. She has been signed up for a year now, so I wouldn’t call her new either. 

Britt is one of our few openly gay members that has faked Ruby Rose before if I’m not mistaken, also dated Orion if I remember correctly, and has always been rumored to have a second account as Beebs. 

Hope this helps! If anyone has more information, let us know.

[trekkele]

I can have a little Gaila sketch, as a treat.

A few Notes on Orion Diplomats: In Orion culture, dancing occupies the same space prayer does on earth. Every culture has some variation of it, and every person can do it (body motions, footwork, arm movements) but there are ‘Temples’ where trained dancers pray multiple times a day, depending on the day and month and whether someone is there asking for something in particular.

To honour the gods, and each other, diplomatic meetings would open with a joint ‘prayer’ from dancers of both sides, who would then sit in as honorary, ‘unbiased’ witnesses. Over time, it became obvious that they were useful for observations and background movements that the other diplomats might have missed. Instead of training diplomats as dancers for infiltration, which would be a dishonest and disrespectful to the dance, dancers began receiving training in diplomacy and state.

Overtime, dancers and diplomats merged into a new class of dancers, ones that are skilled in treaties and negotiations, and the movements of the winds and water.

(Dancers traditionally don’t have background music, accepting drums, so that’s why they wear so many bells and chains - every movement creates it’s own music, and a misstep becomes obvious the less bells one wears. A highly skilled dancer will wear the bare minimum, while beginners will wear many on each limb. The more skilled the diplomat, the less bells.)

Of course, once Orions entered the intergalactic stage, and it became obvious other species were affected by them, a second, new class of diplomats emerged, ones with a ...slightly modified skill set. Those are the ones most people know about.

Its 1 am time to go to bed!

Immediately opens ao3

[offleetsfinest]

unbrxken​:

Mackenzie tensed a little at seeing her mother. She’d known she’d be there, obviously, but… seeing her again was different. She gently squeezed Grayson’s hand, silently stepping off the transporter platform.

Kenna chuckled, waving to Min. She smiled softly at him addressing Kyla, wrinkling her nose a little before going over to him, holding out her arms.

Liri smiled, hands clasped behind her back. “Welcome back to the Aurora, Kenna.”

“Ah, I see you’ve opted for Kenna as opposed to my married name,” Kenna snorted.

“Can you blame me?” Liri laughed softly.

Mara and Freddie stared at Rowan with wide eyes. Mara stepped closer to Kyla, grabbing her hand. Freddie just looked down, taking Kyla’s hand and staying quiet, for once.

“Is there a bar on this ship somebody could direct me towards?” Melina asked, looking around.

Kenna rolled her eyes. “That would be Melina, the group alcoholic.”

Grayson squeezes Mackenzie’s hand back as they step off and turns his attention to Min again. Min hugs Kenna tightly, a faint trace of a smile on his face anyways.

Kyla grips the girls’ hands. This was... complicated.

Because... she knew what these people did. Now, anyways. Grayson had talked about it. How what they’d done for the lab had led to what happened. She understood.

But it didn’t change how much she’d wanted to go with them when everything happened. Rowan clears her throat and smiles. “I’m glad to see you all doing so well. The others...”

She pauses. “Um, the others are here, if... if you wanted to see them, maybe catch us up...”

Kyla pauses, looking between Mara and Freddie.

Grayson laughs. “All things considered, Aunt Kenna, I don’t blame her. But as for finding it--”

��You can follow me,” comes a voice from the door, and an Orion leans against it. “I’m the usual entertainment there, so I think I’m qualified to lead the way. Pity, I was hoping to see some old friends, guess they didn’t tag along. Jini Vro. Tell Ginger and all I said hi.”