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Height: 3.7"

Personality: introverted, intense, protective, brilliant

Stats
STR: 8
DEX: 6
STA: 9
WIS: 8
INT: 7
CHA: 4
SPD: 6
MAG: 2
LCK: 2

2 spell points + 1 from WIS = 3 spells

Spells
0: Flight
0: Bloodtyping
1: Magic Detection
2: Minor Healing
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Abilities
Enhanced Senses
Resist

Official Transcript

Due to a medical complication with Fleet-sanctioned nanotechnology, Captain Serafima A. Rabik, O-6, will be relocated to Gaia in order to pursue rehabilitation and recovery. Her bonded feien, Galatea, will accompany her and continue to serve as aide and companion.

Captain Rabik will be given lodgings and a living stipend. She is prohibited from performing in any military capacity until the medical corp and her personal doctor clear her for duty. Due to the fact that this is a temporary suspension from duty, there has been no memory erasure. Captain Rabik and Galatea will adhere to the usual protocols and security procedures.

This decision is final and there will be no appeal.

Name: Galatea
AKA: n/a
Affiliation: Fleet
Age: Juvenile
Summonday: December 20
Height: 3.7"
Hair: Black with pink streak in the forefront, long and straight to shoulder blades with heavy bangs
Eyes: Pink, wide and round
Skin: Olive
Markings/Prellan: dark violet, maximal; covering her feet and stretching in erratic points up to the back of her knees and over her calves; covering hands and arms entirely as well as sides and hips and backside, coming over her torso and stomach and thighs in symmetrical points
Favorite Food: none yet
Likes: approval (especially that of Serafima and Dr. Beckham), learning new things, listening, flying
Dislikes: failing (actually, it's more like a paralyzing fear)
Hobbies: none really yet because you certainly can't count sitting on Captain Rabik's shoulder for hours at a time as a hobby
Weaknesses: Galatea has horrible luck and low magic. Surely this counts as a bad thing for inherently magical creatures. Not to mention her extreme dependence on her rather frigid bond.

Personality: to come

History: Being very young at the moment, Galatea's entire history can be summed up thusly - She was summoned, she bonded with Serafima Rabik, she came to Gaia. Ta da!

* Feel free to gank compiled stories from here if you were a participant! Credit is nice but it doesn't matter.

* Use the Golden Rule. Behave and treat others nicely or you'll make me a sad panda.

* Unless stated otherwise (or you were involved in the RP), information here is private and your character will not know it.

* This is for ShortGreen to post in but, if you have permission, you may. Otherwise, feel free to read and enjoy!

Journal of Capt. S.A.Rabik

EC1+5M10, 03

In an attempt to aid my recovery, Dr. Beckham has recommended me for the receipt of a feien bloom. I cannot say that I understand his reasoning since it would be far more beneficial to my health if he would allow me more hours in the gymnasium but you cannot argue with the man. He is intelligent and well-respected by the other officers. No one will believe my personal feelings over his diagnosis.

I expect to receive the bloom within a few days. I suppose I will spend the time checking the files and searching for any information on the care of the thing. I have heard rumors of strange reactions and practices. I am not sure as to what I will have to do and this makes me uneasy. I do know one thing, though. I refuse to behave like a moonstruck calf over the thing. I have seen perfectly sensible officers become soft-headed idiots over those tiny creatures. Dr. Beckham can force me to take on a feien but he cannot pretend it is of my blood. Ridiculous notion. I still cannot follow his logic in how this situation will aid me. The medical procedures and my own training should be sufficient. Unless, of course, he means for this to be a distraction.

Perhaps that is it. My superiors have been loathe to discuss my reinstatement with me lately. I believe they do not think I am fully capable once more.

EC1+5M12, 20

I returned from my weekly physical today to discover that the petals on the feien bloom had begun to curl backwards upon themselves. Upon inspection, though, it was not the first stages of death; the edges appeared vibrant yet and flexible, not crumbling or blackened. To be on the safe side, I gave it a dose of the mister and moved it closer to my air purifier. I had to rest it on a series of books to get it to a suitable height. Again, I do not think that Dostoyevsky or Darwin will hurt the plant.

ETA: At 2010, the bloom went through a series of convulsions and I was forced to move it back to the desk for fear that it would pitch itself from the stack of books. As I held it, though, the fits grew more violent. What exactly are these creatures? Plant or animal?

ETA: At 2045, the bloom seemed to dissolve in an explosion of sparkles light. When I went to observe what happened, there was a very small humanoid sitting in a fetal position atop my desk blotter. It shivered violently and two small wings on its back moved slightly. They were damp, though, so I assume the weight prevented proper motion. It took a full three minutes before the creature finally released its hold on its knees and crawled carefully to its feet.

A large portion of its body is covered in symmetrical purple markings. The rest of its skin is, ironically enough, the same tone as mine. It has pink eyes and dark hair, interrupted by a ridiculous streak of pink. Its wings are small and insect-like, also purple in color. It is approximately three inches tall. It is already speaking and its voice is not unpleasant, merely very soft and quiet. Something to which I will not object.

ETA: I have named her Galatea. She is studying one of my medical reports at the moment after having taken some water. I am still uncertain how this will aid in my return to duty but I must admit that this blood feien seems intelligent and acceptably good-natured.

New Starts Are Fun!

When the three -- no, four, the fourth figure so small as to be eclipsed by her human companions -- figures materialized in the center of the Fleet's Gaia HQ waiting room, they were already in the middle of a conversation.

"... you give them half an inch, they will take from you a mile," Antipov was saying, missing the proper delivery for the adage just enough to exaggerate his non-native English. "Do not trust these Gaians."

The ever-hopeful doctor alongside the Director adjusted his coat, grimacing more than a little. "Don't mind that. I'm sure it's just a case of finding the smooth handle. What's important right now is the feien. Wouldn't you say, Director?"

Antipov made a noise that could hardly be interpreted as agreeable and fixed their companion with a stern look. "If anything it is the feien you should be worried about, Captain Rabik."

The dark haired woman merely nodded, seemingly unaware of the feien that was sitting on her squared shoulders; her posture was perfect and her dark eyes were fixed obediently (but not insolently) on the Director's face. "Yes, sir. I shall keep that in mind," she replied. "I cannot imagine that everyone has trained their feien in any sort of suitable manner." Suddenly, she twisted her head and regarded the small purple-marked creature on her shoulder cooly. "Galatea is well-behaved and will, I'm sure, help in any endeavors."

Pink eyes wide, Galatea nodded shortly. "Yes, ma'am. Of course. As the Director says."

Antipov smirked; Dr. Beckham looked as if he was trying to bite back a thousand more suggestions, considering the woman's track record.

The director swept his hand around the room. "This is our Regional Headquarters on Gaia, I am sure it will soon become as second nature to you."

"Of course." Serafima Rabik shifted her attention to take in the room around them, dismissing and absorbing without thought. "I plan on visiting frequently. After all, I wish to remain on track with the information until Dr. Beckham pronounces me ready for reinstatement."

"Which will only come if you take the time to relax and bond with Galatea," the doctor reminded her. "Remember, she's not only your cure, but she's a living and breathing being. Don't treat her as some kind of organic pill, Captain. The road to recovery will come quicker if you and Galatea get to know each other. Remember to talk to her, for goodness' sake. You're extraordinarily capable, Captain, don't be complacent and leave her like you did the bloom." It sounded like as much of a critique as Beckham would ever offer.

Antipov, of course, gave another of his snorts of disdain, and added an eye roll this time for good measure.

Raising an eyebrow, Serafima rewarded Dr. Beckham's words with a cool look. "I speak to her," she replied shortly. "I am aware of her living status, Doctor. Just as I remember your... Corrections when she was still a bloom."

Galatea twined her fingers together and ducked her head; she seemed accustomed to being discussed in front of herself. "It is alright, sir," she murmured, barely audible. "The Captain is a very good bond. She is strong."

***

From the lounge resounded a shriek of pure, unadulterated, rage.

"HE WHAT!!!?? What do you mean Silva took off on some cockamaemie QUEST with Aleric and Soho! Why that no good, rotten, arrogant, misanthropic b*****d didn't even say goodbye!" Averno's hollering was half panic, half anger as she stomped across a couch irritably.

Arae winced at the yelling, folding her arms over her chest and peering at her co-bond through one eye slitted open, the other one shut tight against the steaming fury of her 'sister'.

"I don't understand why you're so upset, Averno, I thought you hated him?" she pointed out.

Averno froze in her pacing and glared at Arae. "Yes. Of course I hate him. I just...just like to keep my friends close and my enemies closer." Right, that sounded plausible. Right?

***

Antipov actually startled; he hadn't checked with security to see if anyone was actually -in- the building prior to his arrival, because he knew security kept the place safe for arrivals at all times. "Ah," he said, "the locals." He said it as one remarked on the technologically-disadvantaged local tribes of unexplored regions, or perhaps the Russian peasantry.

"Indeed. And as an officer, I know the value of strength," said Antipov, a not-too-subtle jibe at Beckham's nonmilitary status.

If anything, that just made Beckham look even more worried. He bent his head a little, giving Galatea a kindly smile. "Well, now, don't you be afraid to get to know the other feien, Galatea. Act like a juvenile while you still can. Get some, er, fun in."

Considering the shriek that Averno had produced, Dr. Beckham looked as if he somehow doubted fun could, in fact, be had. He straightened up, and adjusted his coat again. "Strength isn't the be-all and end-all. Love is going to play an important part in this, saccharine as it sounds."

You could hear Antipov's mental anguish at this love statement. He made a sour face.

***

Arae's musical laughter floated from the lounge. "Oh my word, if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were in love with Silva." She blinked and peered closer at Averno, reaching out a hand to stop her sister's pacing. She looked at her closely then blinked some more.

"You ARE! You're in love with that raving lunatic! Really Averno, I thought better of you."

Averno jerked away from Arae's grasp and turned her back on her, muttering a rather unconvincing, "Don't be ridiculous. He means nothing to me."

With a few more heatedly exchanged words, Arae and Averno stomped out, unaware there were others in the HQ.

***

Carefully unfolding her hands, Galatea stood. One of her tiny hands momentarily had rested upon Serafima's ear as she clambered to her feet but it was immediately drawn back as if burnt. Then she again laced her fingers together and held them over her stomach, shoulders back and head high; she was obviously mimicing her bond's military bearing. "I will do my best, Doctor, sir," she answered. "I will meet with others." She paused to glance at the room where the noises were coming from and frowned. "And... Perhaps we can exchange information."

Serafima nearly smiled at that. "As you can see, Doctor, Galatea is more than capable of living her own life. I do not have to watch over her every moment of the day. Please stop advising me of love."

"YES," said Antipov, a degree too loud. "When your love leaves you, if you do not have strength you will not endure. Love is merely a temporary condition, strength will bear you through all times."

"I am your doctor, Captain, so don't brush off my advice," Beckham said, obviously mentally grumbling about the military types and the fact that every single one of them needed at least seven good sessions of therapy. "I'll be checking up on you regularly. Honestly. I'm not as prejudiced as the Director against these Gaians, but the last time I came I was called as an emergency for a mass poisoning! Keep your eye on Galatea. She is young yet. And don't listen to the Director, either, he's very fond of Verine. She's in excellent health."

"Tch," said Antipov, folding his arms and looking away. Having Verine brought up seemed to embarrass him; his cheeks even flushed a degree noticable to Serafima's eagle eyes.

Galatea almost brightened at the mention of Verine; she had never had the pleasure but she listened and, thanks to Serafima's influence, held the elder feien in the same holy awe that her bond held Antipov. "I promise I will be careful, Doctor, and I will be healthy," she assured him breathily. "I do not want to inconvenience Captain Rabik."

Another near-smile flashed over Serafima's severe features, as pleased as she ever got.

"Director, you look a bit flushed," said Beckham cheerfully, obviously loving every moment of getting to rarely tease the other man. "Are you sure you don't want me to check you for a fever? You could be coming down with something."

"Gah, no, stay away!" said Antipov, jumping back a step and uncrossing his arms. He pushed at his glasses. "I suppose I should give you a tour of the premises."

Serafima immediately snapped to attention, nearly knocking Galatea from her shoulder. The feien scrabbled and grabbed at a loose piece of hair until she regained her balance. "Yes, sir." Somehow, Serafima managed to even -sound- like she was saluting. "That would be very useful."

Straightening, Antipov gestured to the nearby door with his name on it. "This is my office. I am in it often enough that you may expect to find me there. Down this way," he started down the hall, "Hamada's office, the kitchen, the refrigerator is fully-stocked, a closet, the bathroom..." He paused and slowed as they neared the lounge, only to nearly run into the exiting woman and her feien. He started to say something, then stepped aside to let them pass.

Next to both of them, Beckham sighed, obviously willing himself desperately not to let the words 'stress-related tension exercises' pass his lips to the Captain.

Antipov waited until Sajhiri, Averno, and Arae were safely gone before continuing. "This is Dr. M's office over here, but I do not expect he will let you in it. And finally, this is the lounge. It has some popularity with the local feien and their bonds."

"They come and go here freely?" Serafima asked. "There is no clearance necessary?"