As Traan had miraculously found his way through the gigantic starbase and found his assigned quarters without becoming irrevocably lost. He had surmised from the signage in the corridor that his rank had earned him berthing in the ‘Senior Enlisted Quarters’ and not the dank smelling ‘Petty Officers Berthing’ he had seen on the signage closer to the turbolift shaft closer to the interior of the station. As he stopped at the door to his quarters, Deck 59, Section Kilo, Room 298, he made a mental prayer for some halfway decent quarters, since his duty cycle would see him assigned here for a year, with a possible extension for another year.

Though that wasn’t entirely accurate, he could always retired, he had been in Starfleet since 2374, he had served from the time shortly after the battle of Betazed to the present, and no one would think any less of him for moving in a new direction with his life. His family back on Andor might even enjoy having him at home on a more permanent basis. The andorian population growth had always been low, and had even slipped into population decline for years, or even decades at a time. Traan had always made time during his periods of shoreleave to return home, and ‘help grow the genepool’ whenever possible. His ‘husband’ and 2 ‘wives’ all lived in their home city in Andors north, raising their 5 children.

He entered the room, and was pleasantly suprised to find his quarters had windows, and a nice spacious main living area/dining room, with table, 4 chairs, a sofa, a lounge chair, a replicator on one wall to his right, and the door to the lavatory on the other. There was 2 small work desks on opposite walls, each positioned next to interior doors that led to other rooms Traan assumed.

Traan: ~Wait 2 desks….that means…~ *He thought to himself as he heard a stirring and some stomps from the interior door to his left.* Well, time to meet the roomate I suppose. *The door whooshed open to reveal, a short, portly Tellerite wearing only a pair of shorts.* ~Oh no…no…anyone but a Tellerite…one or more of us might not survive the next year if is a rowdy Tellarite~ Greetings, I’m…

Chief Petty Officer BooshNPC: *Interupting him* You, Andorian. You are Traan, you are new roomate. I am Kivali Boosh. *He stomped to the middle of the room, put his hands on his hips and drew a line splitting the main living area evenly in half, and then stood on the half with the door he had emerged from.* You will stay on that half, and I will stay on this half. If you cross into my half, I may fight you. If you touch any of my possesions, I will fight you. If you touch me, I shall kill you Andorian. If you disagree with my offer, we may fight now. *Huffing, and puffing out his chest, as he remained standing there with his hands on his hips staring at Traan.*

Traan: *He raised his eyebrows, and motioned to ‘his side’ as Boosh had indicated, and then took a few paces that direction and placed his luggage down. He walked up to Boosh, and mimicked his body language. He had served with a few Tellarites over the years, and knew exactly how to handle this situation….he hoped he knew anyway.* I am Andorian, and I am Traan. But I do not agree to your terms. We will come to a mutual, and fair arrangement. And we will do it now Boosh. *His words were stern, but not aggressive. He knew if he backed down or showed any sign of disrespect or worse, fear, he would never have the respect of his new bunkmate.*

Boosh: *Stepping back and slowly rasising his fists* You do not agree, then I will fight you. *He stood stoically with his fist raised in front of the Andorian who was over a foot taller then the Tellarite though he guessed that the 2 men weighed roughly the same amount.*

Traan: Well will not fight. We will come to a fair, and mutual agreement. *He stood still, meeting the Tellarites glare and matching it without moving his hands and slightly raising his chin, showing firm openness, something that was respected in Tellerite culture.*

Boosh: *The 2 remained motionless for several tense seconds before Boosh dropped his fists and returned them to his waist. He then took a small step forward again. He raised his chin slighty as a sign of basic respect in response to Traans posture* What is your proposal Andorian?

Traan: ~Gotcha now roomie~ *Traan thought to himself a few seconds before responding.*  Well…your side has the lavatory, my side has the replicator. I suggest mutual amnesty to cross and use the facilities on eachothers sides. We will place the table in the centre of the room, here,  with 2 chairs on either side.

Boosh: I will agree to this, if you agree not touch Boosh or his possesions. *Speaking in a quick staunch fashion*

Traan: Agreed. *They both nodded at eachother curtly. Traans gaze then, for the first time left the tellerite and looked around the room. The windows did have a starlight view, though a module of the station did jut out and obstruct about 40% of the sightlines. He then looked at the couch and chair, which were both currently on Booshes side of the room.*

Boosh: *Following Traans gazed. He then grunted.* Ah, haha….I will take the reclining chair, or I will fight you now, Andorian. *He went to raise his fists again.*

Traans: *He remained relaxed and raised a single dismissive hand towards Boosh* No need. I will accept the couch, you can have the lounger Mr. Boosh. Will you permit me to move the couch to my side of the room without breaching our agreement?

Boosh: *He grunted and nodded.* This is acceptable Andorian. *He dropped his fists to his side, turned and walked back to his room without a word.*

Traan: You can call me Traan by the way, Tellerite. *He said it almost sarcastically hoping the tellerite wouldnt instantly take offense, and begin the whole performative dominance charade afresh.*

Boosh: *He stopped in the door way to his room and then said without turning* Acceptable. And Traan will call me Boosh when I am not on duty, and Chief Boosh when I am on duty. *He turned his head slightly to left, waiting for the reply.*

Traan: This is acceptable, our agreement is finalized, youbare worthtly of my respect, Boosh.

Boosh: Aye. *He grunted, and continued into his room and the door closed behind him.*

Traan: *He was actually quite astonished at how long Boosh had stood with his back towards him, an Andorian, their speices were once mortal enemies less then 300 years ago. Boosh must have been one of the more progressive members of his species. He slowly shook head as he looked out the window* Well, this is shaping up to be a fun year ahead of me…

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