Kotir Arith/Ensign Notable Sims
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"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."
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- 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 have recently boarded the newly discovered Deep Space 10. I've heard stories of its finding and the USS Mercury while I was on Bajor. I shall soon hope to see if it lives up to its reputation.
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?
-He sighs-
I've been reading about my new Commanding Officer. Captain Aron Kells. 35 years old and human. He interests me. Even though I am used to Humans by now after spending the past few years with them. I did however hear the commanding officer for this station, Deep Space 10, is a Laudean. I sure hope there isn't many on the Mercury. My knowledge of them is far less than that of Humans and the Bajora. Although as a man of Medicine, I should really keep on my toes about that.
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.
-There is a soft chuckle-
Don't think my new Commander would be too impressed if that was the case. I'd probably be on a ship back to Bajor faster than it would to introduce myself. Although, at this point that is taking awhile.
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.
-There is a short pause-
Computer. End log.
-Arith sighed. He stayed silent, perched up on the bed of the temporary quarters he was assigned to. He sat there, staring at the grey metal that concealed this room. It was empty and dull in here. But he didn't mind, he was used to that sort of thing. After a few moments, he placed his hands behind his head as he laid back on the bed. There wasn't much different with the ceiling. He didn't expect it to be either. He was deep in his thoughts. He was nervous, very nervous. This was going to be his first ship since he joined Starfleet, other than the USS Centris-A of course. He was 27, he felt so old going to the Academy. It was strange for him. He felt reserved because of it. He wanted to change it so much but he couldn't. Something was stopping him and he never found out what. He is just hoping it won't be the same again.-
-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: How am I to clean this? -He whispered-
-He groaned as he got to it. Even for a doctor he couldn't think of what was wrong. His head still spun, as if his brain was having a party and not a good one. He went to one of the Doctors on the medical level. There was no way he could be filled with that much guilt.-
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))
-Kotir awoke. After cleaning himself up he got changed into his uniform. He wasn't on duty but he wanted to fit in a bit more. If he didn't wear the teal uniform people might mistake him for something other than a Starfleet officer. Even through all his guilt and self-hatred, he still felt proud to be a member of such a strong alliance that is the Federation.-
-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.-