05-03-2025, 11:01 AM
Lucy let herself fade from the conversation between Hallowette and Aeryn. She caught a mention of Ambassador Worf whom Hallowette had met in her teens. Lucy mentally kicked herself. She had with her usual aplomb embarrassed herself. Worf, son of Mogh, House of Martok, son of Sergei, House of Rozhenko. Worse the Dax line was another family that had risen to high respect and love among the Trill.
Lucy’s attention was grabbed by the arrival of Mara. The Bandarian was thrilling and intimidating. Her efforts in their last mission were unforgettable. Going hand to hand with a few Cardassians. Like a fighter or a brawler. Her forceful personality could be rattling. She certainly wasn’t reserved.
Mara’s history with Beka was undoubtedly sour. Some things were better off forgotten. The jab about Beka being a cunning linguist stirred memories best not uttered in any company. She had enjoyed the occasional company of a few cunnling linguists, streetwise interpreters, and one much missed archaeologist. All very educational and higly talented.
Lucy hoped the jab had gone over Hally’s head as the young midshipman enquired about Mara’s accent. Lucy did hold an academic interest in linguistics. Before and even after the introduction of the universal translation interpreters had been vital to diplomatic efforts. Cultural misunderstandings were all to easy with the best will in the galaxy.
Lucy had managed to absentmindedly consume her burger, along with most of her onion rings and fries. She was surprised that she hadn’t choked during Mara’s arrival. She listened with a little more interest for Mara’s response. She wasn’t familiar with how the Bandarian accent and dialect had formed. Likely it was something that had never been given much consideration.
There was always the debate amongst academics whether some derivatives of Federation Standard should be considered as a language. Obviously such academics rarely ventured beyond the comfort of their ivory towers of learning and research. The braver ones certainly would have learnt a lot with succinct clarity.
Lucy’s attention was grabbed by the arrival of Mara. The Bandarian was thrilling and intimidating. Her efforts in their last mission were unforgettable. Going hand to hand with a few Cardassians. Like a fighter or a brawler. Her forceful personality could be rattling. She certainly wasn’t reserved.
Mara’s history with Beka was undoubtedly sour. Some things were better off forgotten. The jab about Beka being a cunning linguist stirred memories best not uttered in any company. She had enjoyed the occasional company of a few cunnling linguists, streetwise interpreters, and one much missed archaeologist. All very educational and higly talented.
Lucy hoped the jab had gone over Hally’s head as the young midshipman enquired about Mara’s accent. Lucy did hold an academic interest in linguistics. Before and even after the introduction of the universal translation interpreters had been vital to diplomatic efforts. Cultural misunderstandings were all to easy with the best will in the galaxy.
Lucy had managed to absentmindedly consume her burger, along with most of her onion rings and fries. She was surprised that she hadn’t choked during Mara’s arrival. She listened with a little more interest for Mara’s response. She wasn’t familiar with how the Bandarian accent and dialect had formed. Likely it was something that had never been given much consideration.
There was always the debate amongst academics whether some derivatives of Federation Standard should be considered as a language. Obviously such academics rarely ventured beyond the comfort of their ivory towers of learning and research. The braver ones certainly would have learnt a lot with succinct clarity.