#aniamoore

      Devin can feel a headache forming between his eyes. It’s not an uncommon occurrence, and he knows exactly who to blame. “Do you always talk this much ?”  he asks, lips barely moving around the words. It’s a trick he perfected years ago, and it’s just as useful now as it was then. “Or is it just because I can, y’know---” Devin makes a vague hand motion in her direction, “See you ?”

nobody asked for promos but here we are [ 1 / ? ]

lt. cmdr. @aniamoore​  !!  indie star trek oc by serena sideblog + mother to @empathicstars​

Secret Garden / Sleepsong

ANIA + PINK

Garrus knew he was pretty fucked up over everything that had happened on Omega. But he was a Turian. They buried and kept their eyes on the target. He was also unable to join on missions since he was technically on medical leave. Taking a rocket to the face required bed rest . . . or so he was told. 

Turians weren’t used to laying about for long periods of time, and so Garrus had taken the time to take a look around the new ship. Joker was here, which meant they stood a chance in the sky, since he was the best damned pilot Garrus had ever met. There were a lot of new faces, too. A convict with incredible biotic powers, an assassin who kept to himself, a thief that seemed to pop up out of nowhere, a Krogan that had been grown out of a tube, and a Betazoid with a particular education in biochemistry. 

The last one had been brought on for her unique expertise in her field. Not only could she help stabilize the Krogan, as well as any medical questions Dr. Chakwas may have, but she was primarily responsible for helping them understand the Collectors. Their ships and species as a whole was a mystery to them--secretive as the Collectors were. Since they were up against them, it’d serve them well to understand them at the molecule level. For Garrus, he wanted to know where the softest tissue was, so he knew where to aim.

Since Shepard and a few of the others were out on some mission, Garrus was restless. He didn’t trust anyone to watch Shepard’s back but himself . . . but the crew was good. He’d be fine. If only his gut would believe it. Gently touching his talons to the bandage against the side of his face, Garrus winced at the sting, then gave an irritated growl. 

His steps took him to the galley. Perhaps he could drink himself asleep. When he entered, he found that he wouldn’t be alone. “Evening, doctor,” he greeted one of the new faces, not even sure if she was a doctor or not. Ania, he thought her name was. A quick glance ran over her, and then he turned to the counter, grabbing himself a drink. 

With the mix of levo and dextro species on the ship, there was a little bit of everything. He made sure to grab the Turian brandy. Last thing he needed was to poison himself by drinking the wrong thing. Turning around, he rested his back against the counter and brought the drink to the plates of his mouth. His mandibles lightly gripped the sides of the glass and he took a healthy swig. The burn was pleasant, and the resulting warmth in his belly and blood was exactly what he needed. 

“Do you drink, doctor?” Garrus asked, grabbing the brandy reserved for levo species and offering her the bottle. 

“StarFleet officers avoid lethal combat whenever possible.”

  “You’re right, ensign.” Ania smiles fondly at the ensign across from her – pauses to put hands on her hips, suck in a deep breath of air. “But the we come in peace shtick doesn’t always pan out with everyone, so we’ve gotta be prepared for everything. We’ve gotta know how to throw punches that’ll break as well as punches that won’t.”

  They’re in security, training, but whether for fortune or misfortune – Ania seems to sense it as misfortune in Petra’s case – they’ve been paired up to fight a few rounds together. The head of security is attempting to test how well everyone is advancing by allowing them to fight a bit with someone on their level.

  “Come on, come at me!” Ania lowers into her pose, smiling broadly. “You’re not gonna kill me. I mean, no one has yet, anyway.”

“Yeah, well just watch me be the first.” It's actually baffling. Moore is a common enough surname, so Petra had confirmed with Relativity’s databanks that there was in fact a relation. Somehow, this woman is Aelliana Moore’s mother. Or rather, will be. But weirdly, Petra almost likes Ania and her personality, while Aelliana... well...

   Though it had not been hard landing peacefully on this planet, Solgun still had trouble comprehending this world’s very existence! She was astonished to see a whole world... flourishing! An entire planet of people bustling about like nothing had ever been wrong, like the Darkness never came. But then Sprite’s subtle attempts to scan these people had shown they were not the people she was used to- may have never even HEARD of the Darkness considering they were all doing well... But for everything she didn’t know, at least she could confirm they were not human, anyways, though they certainly looked so. Still, that was just another clue that Solgun was definitely not where she belonged.

   The odd stares and whispers she received were also a clue. No one knew what she was, that much she could tell. It only served to addle her confusion and raise a sense of anxiety- the need to HIDE from prying eyes or blend in somehow... But Solgun had never even gone to the City! She had no idea what was considered normal- let alone for these people!