Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2013 15:05:22 GMT -8
It felt good to be off the station, away from interrogation, criticism, suspicion and everything else that had happened over the past few days. While she loved her research, Zaynah was, at heart, a free spirit and when she found out that she had been chosen to board the Talon for a trip to visit a new species, she was more than a little excited. That excitement abated somewhat once she was on the Talon. It seemed that her very presence reminded the crew of a recent loss, one she later learned to be horrific and unbelievable. During the short trip to Peleb, she pretty much kept to herself, even though she really wanted to mingle with the crew. Solitude was not a part of her nature.
So when the word was given to beam down, she was one of the first in line. Wearing a flowing white sundress that reached mid-calf, she blinked in the sunlight as she felt the soft breeze on her bare shoulders. She had chosen a local park, supposedly known for the artistic statues that reached to the sky. Her appreciation of the craftsmanship was interrupted by a throng of children circling her and reaching out to touch her green skin. The Universal Translator, fed by the Rosetta disk, began working its magic and soon she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, laughing with the children who were amazed that her green color was natural.
Soon, one of the kids ran off and returned with a small paintbox, ornately decorated on the outside. The small girl opened it up and began painting Zaynah's face, while a young boy began adding ribbon and braids to her hair. Obviously this was a society without male-female gender expectations.
"Your eyes are red," one of them exclaimed as she watched the stranger being painted. "Do you see only red?"
Zaynah laughed. "No more than you see blue."
"What species are you?"
"Orion." She winced slightly as the boy behind her pulled a bit too tight with her hair. "My name is Zaynah."
A chorus of "Zaynah"s echoed around her and she couldn't think of any place in the Universe she'd rather be at that moment.
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So when the word was given to beam down, she was one of the first in line. Wearing a flowing white sundress that reached mid-calf, she blinked in the sunlight as she felt the soft breeze on her bare shoulders. She had chosen a local park, supposedly known for the artistic statues that reached to the sky. Her appreciation of the craftsmanship was interrupted by a throng of children circling her and reaching out to touch her green skin. The Universal Translator, fed by the Rosetta disk, began working its magic and soon she was sitting cross-legged on the ground, laughing with the children who were amazed that her green color was natural.
Soon, one of the kids ran off and returned with a small paintbox, ornately decorated on the outside. The small girl opened it up and began painting Zaynah's face, while a young boy began adding ribbon and braids to her hair. Obviously this was a society without male-female gender expectations.
"Your eyes are red," one of them exclaimed as she watched the stranger being painted. "Do you see only red?"
Zaynah laughed. "No more than you see blue."
"What species are you?"
"Orion." She winced slightly as the boy behind her pulled a bit too tight with her hair. "My name is Zaynah."
A chorus of "Zaynah"s echoed around her and she couldn't think of any place in the Universe she'd rather be at that moment.
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