Kotir Arith/Ensign Notable Sims
|Lieutenant (JG) Kotir Arith|
"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
- 1 USS Mercury: 239004 - Present
- Note: These are the Notable Sims of Kotir Arith as an Ensign. This is not his bio page. Please see here for bio.
Ensign Kotir Arith is a Bajoran doctor. After facing a hard time throughout his life due to the occupation of Bajor by the Cardassian people, he joned Starfleet. He currently serves as a Medical Officer aboard the USS Mercury under the command of Captain Aron Kells.
His path will take him on a long journey and help him overcome his past, and eventually help him rediscover his spiritual path so he can find true enlightenment his life and career. Even more importantly, for his people.
USS Mercury: 239004 - Present
Shore Leave at DSX: 239004
Stardate 239004.04: Space Sickness
|((Kotir Arith's Temporary Quarters – Deep Space 10))
Personal Log: Stardate 239004.03
I was surprised to find out I was going to be assigned to the USS Mercury. Although, I hope my decision to return to Starfleet was not in vein. I worry about my people. Our planet, our existence and even our own being is rebuilding yet, I feel I am on the other side of the universe doing nothing to help. But it just feels right to come back to Starfleet. But then again my `right feelings' never did come out for the best, did they?
It's strange. Here I am, in Starfleet. Never before did I think I would even leave Bajor, let alone work for the Federation. I just hope my small journey back to Bajor hasn't tarnished my understanding of Starfleet regulation.
I hear they're away on a mission. I am anxious to get started but then again, I just have to wait. First thing on my list is to find out what I'm going to be dealing with for the times to come. I sure hope they aren't arrogant people. Rumors spread all over the quadrant that I never know what to believe. That is until I see it myself.
-After finishing in the Academy, Bajor was starting to rebuild after the occupation of the Cardassians. Arith found this a good opportunity to help his people. It had been a long time since he was in Bajor, and so many people were hurt and needed care. Something he should have given to his family. He sighed. Guilt started to sink in. His stomach began to feel like it was twisting inside of him. He never went home, not when he went back. His family were in extreme poverty when he left at the age of 17. For all he knows they could be dead.-
-He rubbed his eyes until it was sore and very red. The thought of them being dead was unbearable to him. He tried to imagine what they looked like. Wondering if he even remembers correctly. He had no pictures, no memories, nothing. Just the guilt, the pain and the dishonor. He took a deep breath before sitting up. Too quickly at that. His head began to spin which didn't help his now churning stomach. He felt sick, sick with himself.-
-He stood up and made his way to the door. Holding onto the support beams to stabilise his stance. After opening the door, he walked dizzily down a corridor. He didn't really know where he was going. He just kept walking, walking and walking. Finally he could feel his stomach giving up. His body began to shake and his mouth turned dry. He could feel his throat throb as if he was going to push everything up, and that it did. Instantly his mouth was filled with the contents of his stomach. His throat burned from the touch of the acid.-
-All he could do was run. His face turned red as his cheeks were expanded. People watched as this strange Ensign with ridges on his nose moved quickly past them. Some even stopped to ask if he was alright. Others just stared. But he just kept moving, any second now and more vomit would come, and that would be a catastrophe. He made it to a bathroom. Dazed and confused, he got to a toilet. It went everywhere. He coughed and gagged as more started to come up. Filling his mouth and nose, the acid burning the lining it touched.-
-It all stopped, and sighed in relief. Never before had he experienced something like that. He was sweating a little, and he still felt like he could vomit. Just there was nothing he could vomit. He looked at the toilet in disgust.-
Kotir: Space sickness? -He looked at the doctor confused.-
-The doctor nodded back. It was true. Even though Kotir had been on a ship before, it was years before that affected him. His confusion was immense but he realised what had brought it on. After taking a hypo to relax his stomach and head. He left for his quarter again. Just wishing that hypos would be able to fix his guilt. Just now he doesn't have the side effects to go along with it.-
((The following day))
-He left his quarters, feeling a bit better than he did yesterday. He made his way to the Mess Hall. His stomach needed attention after rejecting everything inside of it. He made sure he sat by a window. Looking out past the stars he smiled. He wondered where Bajor was from here, and also where the Mercury was. The anxiety to meet the people he would be serving with was high. He just hoped he would fit in better than he did at the Academy.-
Fires of 48 Leonis II: 239007 - 239008
Stardate 239008.15: Have a Little Faith
|((Turbolift, USS Mercury))
-It took him a moment to realise he was standing in a still turbolift. It wasn't moving. Nor did anyone disturb him in there. Everyone was busy doing their work. He felt a little out of practice. He dealt with the sick, injured. He wasn't fully sure why he was getting so scientifically involved. He wasn't a doctor. He did enjoy the change though. It brought a sense of comfort in knowing he made the right choice in his career.-
-He remembered life as a child. He even tried comparing it to how this species on the surface bellow were living. Not much was different. They lived in a makeshift home with a farm of no crop. It was hard. The volcano threatening to ruin their way of life, kill their people and whip them from existence. It's exactly how he looked at the Cardassians. Yet again the Federation was the saviour.-
-He didn't know why he thought of this. Why it was on his mind. It just was. He was a troubled soul. Haunted by his past. He just didn't want it catching up on him.-
-His thoughts went back to that man... "The Crazy Captain" as he called himself. Why was he so curious about Kotir's file. Kotir just had a bad feeling. It was a gut feeling. It made him sick and he couldn't explain why. Was it nerves, anxiety?... He didn't know.-
-As he walked along the corridor, he heard people talking. There were rumours a Cardassian ship had approached the USS Mercury.-
-Kotir felt his chest tighten. His breath became weak as he held his chest and leaned his back against the wall. His thoughts had become frantic. What were the Cardassian's doing. He was becoming light headed and woozy. He felt like his legs were going to fall from underneath his body. That was when he heard a voice.-
-She was tempted to follow him but she didn't. Instead she turned the other direction and walked away. It was something she would regret for a long time.-
-He took out the medical tricorder he had used to examine the stasis pods. The many samples of DNA didn't take long to upload onto the computer. From there he would run some tests. Maybe now he could work out how and why Vulcan DNA would be found in some of those stasis pods.-
-Kotir was grateful that this office was empty. He could rest his mind for awhile. His diagnostics would take awhile anyway. Even though he was grateful for the peace. He couldn't help but feel alone. It was something he was afraid of for a long time. His recent breakdown over the Cardassians was just a reminder of that.-
-Kotir did something he hadn't done in a very long time. He prayed. He knelt on the floor and put his head in his palms which he also placed on the floor.-
Shore Leave: 239008
Stardate 239008.26: Tea Time
|((Comm Quad, DSX))
-He enjoyed the different sites he would receive as he circled the commercial quadrant of the station. It was vibrant and lush. He looked out to the stars, astonished by many of those stars people would travel from to come here. It was a life he wasn't used to.-
-As he passed people, he made a little game. A bit typical of a doctor, guess the species. It was relatively easy for some, but not so much others. There was a vast array of different cultures, different structure. He was even slightly envious of those who worked here. Having these new sights, sounds, even smells, come to you was far different from going to it.-
-Then again he liked being stationed on the Mercury. He was an explorer and a doctor. Not many people from his home could say that, not right now anyway.-
-It wasn't until he reached a quaint tea café that he had stopped. There was something nice, and simple about this place. It almost instantly gave him cravings for stuff he hadn't heard of.-
-He looked around the room, expecting to see the most fascinating things. At least, that's how it would look. Kotir was always keen to take in as much as he could about the area he was situated. He always considered memory as the most valuable thing he owned.-
-As someone took his order, he asked for something simple. He had never tried these foods or drinks. Not even on Earth. He was too much of a busy-body back then to just relax and enjoy his time. This is quiet the opposite of what he planned to do this shore leave.-
-As soon as a simple English tea was placed in front of him. He sipped it. He wasn't too fond of the drink. But he was soon to realise how even the same tea could taste different even by the way it is made. For now though, he felt a little disappointed. Although he wasn't going to let it down. He was sure there was something else he could try. Maybe he should have talked to the waiter more about the tastes of what is on offer.-
-He continued to drink the tea. It wasn't -that- bad. Besides, he wanted to be polite. But this did spark a new curiosity in him. He wanted to try so much, acquire an array of tastes. He wondered if he'd find something more appealing to him than Deka Tea, or even Mapa Bread. As he contemplated this, he soon came to the realisation someone was near to him. Whether they paid attention to him or not - he did not know. But he was keen for some conversation.-
Shore Leave: 239010
Stardate 239010.27: Caught Off Guard
|((Sickbay, USS Mercury))
- He travelled along the corridors, his mind still on Del pretty much asking him out. It was a shock if anything, but he didn't think anything negative about it. If anything it was exciting, he heard there was going to be a fair or something on the holodeck. He wasn't really sure exactly what that was but he'd heard of them before, but had never been. He didn't understand a lot of the things humans did for enjoyment. Sometimes he just didn't understand them, they were alike in many ways, but they were also so much more different than the other. He felt like a lot of human's forget that, be it arrogance or just pride. He still wanted to try this "roller-coaster" he'd been hearing so much about. He had no idea what that even was. -
((Holodeck One, USS Mercury))
- He had reached the Commander. He felt a little wary, maybe this was just a dream. Or even worse, what if someone was behind him, and it was actually their name that was called. That wouldn't look crazy at all. He looked back for a moment, no one was there. It was him. He reached out his hand to shake the Commander's as he took the box from his hands. He couldn't hear anything. Everything was like a blur, it felt like time was moving slowly but too fast all at the same time. He just prayed to the prophets he didn't faint! -
Del Vedova: Response?