#29 Noah Kiemann

Name: Noah Kiemann

World: Race

Species: Human

Gender: Male

Age: 20

Bio: Noah used to be more arrogant than he is today.  In high school, he tried several times to start a relationship, but could never hold one down because of his tendency to womanize.  Upon arriving at NDU, however, things began to change.  Perhaps it was seeing so many different races together that opened his eyes to diversity, or maybe it was just a change of scenery that helped him relax.  In any case, he thinks a lot more highly of others now.  He made many good acquaintances during freshman orientation, and it was such a good experience for him that he was compelled to volunteer to be a student host for the next year’s orientation.  It was at that time that he met Nakoa and Karalún, who had both been assigned to his group.  He and Nakoa hit it off almost immediately as buddies, and he greatly admired Karalún for her conviction, courage, and sense of justice.  He’s currently a sophomore pursuing a major in Chemistry.

“What the heck is that?”

Noah looked up from his console.  “What’s what?”

“What you’re holding,” Blake clarified as he let his backpack hit the ground and pulled out a chair next to his friend.

“Oh, this.  It’s a DS.”

“Which would be…?”

Noah leaned over so Blake could see his screen.  “Sorry, it’s an old gaming console.  See, it’s a little computer made specifically for playing various games on it.”

Blake eyed the screens skeptically.  Noah seemed to be steering a small, pixelly kid along a wooded path, closely tailed by some sort of green critter.  “Hunh.  How old is it?”

“About two hundred years, according to Nakoa,” Noah answered.

“Jeez, and it still works?”

“Sure it does.  Nakoa’s got this whole huge collection of consoles that he’s repaired and rewired for power.  The battery life’s atrocious, but manageable.  I’m sure he could loan you one if you’re curious.”  Noah closed the device, leaned to his side, and dropped it into his own backpack.  “Probably not the best thing to have on in class, though.”

Blake laughed at that.  “Yeah.”

They stared off into space for a while, vaguely listening as the rest of the class filtered into the room.  It was a Friday, and people were getting chatty and excited for the weekend.  The thoughts of the two of them, however, lay elsewhere.  It was a few minutes before the silence between them was broken.

“Dude,” Noah started, “is it…weird to have the hots for someone who’s not Human?”

“Hm?”  Blake shook himself from his thoughts and looked at Noah.  “Ah, heh, you’ve got your eyes on someone?”

“Uh, well, you could say that,” the latter faltered nervously.  “I don’t know.  Is that even, like, okay?”

Blake stretched in his seat.  “I don’t see why it wouldn’t be.  Did I not introduce you to Tansei?”

Noah looked at him in confusion.  “Who?”

“Tansei.  Junior, Onka, dancer.  We’ve been seeing each other since April.  I guess I didn’t tell you, sorry.”

“Oh, hm.  Onka, though…they’re way more like us.  That’s, like, natural.”

Blake peered at Noah curiously.  “What species is she, then?”

“Jorgoan.”

“Well, hey, there’s nothing wrong with that.  You should ask her out next time you see her.”

Noah pulled back a little.  “You’re not serious, dude.”

“Sure I am,” Blake persisted.  “You won’t get anywhere if you don’t start moving.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Noah sighed.  “I just hope we don’t lose the friendship we already have.”

“You’ll be okay, buddy.”  Blake placed his hand on Noah’s shoulder encouragingly.

Noah smiled a little.  “Thanks,” he replied as the bell rang.

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Tags: College, student

Category: 2010, Scifi