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<center> ''"I would tell you that it's stereotypical to think that only weird people live in mountains, but I'm not the best person to hear that from."'' </center> | <center> ''"I would tell you that it's stereotypical to think that only weird people live in mountains, but I'm not the best person to hear that from."'' </center> | ||
Doctor Zayar Feraoun is the quiet and eccentric Kabyle Berber Mission Specialist of the [[USS Constitution-B]]. | Doctor '''Zayar Feraoun''' is the quiet and eccentric Kabyle Berber Mission Specialist of the [[USS Constitution-B]]. | ||
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'''[[Faranfey, Selene| Faranfey]]''': Asteroids? :: She said turning to Feraoun. ::<br> | |||
'''Feraoun''': :: Shrugging his shoulders and putting his hands up in an unusually animated act, though his voice was still the same.:: Anthropologist Doctor, wrong person to ask. If you ever want to find out about the cultural attitudes that led to such violent behavior, that I can tell you. | |||
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'''[[McCleran, Eileen|McCleran]]''': What? ::She asked, with a shrug. :: <br> | |||
'''Feraoun:'''oO It's never simple is it? Last time it was a simple resupply run. Then there was a viral outbreak and violent hallucinations and the electro matter that nearly destroyed the ship. Oh, and the gas creatures mustn't forget about those! And now what should have been a simply uncomfortable shoreleave with his mother was now a life and death situation with a venerable asteroid apocalypse! Complete with terrorists, a freaky computer specialist, and now the Bartender was offering happy hour. How this is the reason I never requested a transfer to a deep space assignment.Oo <br> | |||
'''Feraoun:''' :: Quickly returning to his console to look busy.:: Oh, nothing. :: Under his breath.:: Just filling out a transfer request... | |||
<h2 style="margin:0; background:#800000; font-size:120%; font-weight:bold; border:1px solid #800000; text-align:center; color:#ffffff; padding:0.2em 0.4em;">Awards & Commendations</h2> | <h2 style="margin:0; background:#800000; font-size:120%; font-weight:bold; border:1px solid #800000; text-align:center; color:#ffffff; padding:0.2em 0.4em;">Awards & Commendations</h2> | ||