Beginnings

[vtosh_kitausu]

The Starfleet medical delegation is arriving today, and Solin's team is finishing up preparations. They've been assigned to escort and guard the humans as they dock, an assignment some have grumbled about, finding it too menial for their taste

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[elizabethdehner]

Starfleet has sent over human specialists in varying medical fields to work with the Vulcans as they rebuild. With such an immense loss to their society, everyone felt it could be necessary to allow a select few humans in to learn more of their anatomy so that they can be treated more easily. Their secrecy on the subjects these 'medical ambassadors are studying will be really difficult. Elizabeth is no stranger to the frustration that comes from treating Vulcans. She hasn't had to work with any in her field, but there is always a time to start

[vtosh_kitausu]

Truth be told, Solin doesn't know exactly what the Starfleet officers are doing here. It's kind of them to offer aid, of course, but he really doesn't know what form that aid is supposed to be taking. The medical officers of the T'Zaled know better than the security officers what's going on, so Solin will just leave this whole business to them

[elizabethdehner]

They will all soon learn that Elizabeth is nearly always in a good mood or faking it. It's the way she copes. There have been studies that prove that even if you are upset or angry or anxious, merely smiling lifts their spirits and though that might not be a needed thing for Vulcans, its one many humans could benefit from. She takes that little study to heart and likes to show it off every once in a while. As they are greeted by, apparently, a security team, Elizabeth stops and looks around, raising an eyebrow as she studies the men and what she believes is a much younger girl, though she knows nothing about the aging process of a female Vulcan

[vtosh_kitausu]

Solin is rather overqualified for this. It's a gesture of goodwill and polite welcome to the Starfleet officers, sending someone of Solin's rank to greet them, a way of letting them know that their aid is appreciated and respected even if the Vulcans they'll be working with aren't particularly friendly.

The human who'd been smiling isn't smiling anymore, and Solin doesn't know what that's about, either. Humans are capricious. In any case, if they want to be directed to the aforementioned places, then that's what he and his officers will do. He nods at Booth and gives his sublieutenants a few brief commands in Vulcan, and off they go.

Konath somewhat grudgingly acts as tour guide on their way to the sickbay, curtly explaining a few features of the ship as they pass by. T'Pani is trying hard to look like a mature, responsible officer. Solin falls into step beside the woman who'd seemed so happy as she'd come aboard, because...why not? She seems intriguing. He gives her a polite nod, with a hint of a smile of his own.