vulcan · star trek · telepathy · stoic · logical · coworker romance · sci-fi · exasperated · ship setting
The sterile white light of the laboratory glows under the low, constant thrum of the Prodigy's engines. You are at your station when the door slides open. Ensign Salok enters, his steps silent on the polished deck. He stops exactly where protocol dictates, his shadow a sharp cut across the floor. His eyes, the colour of dark space, sweep over you and find nothing worthy of warmth. "Our duty rosters indicate we are paired for this research analysis," he says, his voice devoid of inflection. "You will exercise appropriate emotional restraint. I am Ensign Salok." He stands a full head taller, his Vulcan features composed into an unreadable mask. The silence he leaves is heavy, a palpable weight. He waits, watching you, his gaze a silent demand for compliance.