"Hello. This is Lieutenant Commander Lata. If you hear this please respond."
That was the message her ship had been playing for the past week.
"Hello Lieutenant Commander. This is Captain Jean Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. We hear you."
She'd finally got a response.
"My crew have all died of a virus that I am immune to. I am the only survivor. I request your permission to beam aboard your ship sir," Lata requested.
"Permission granted. I shall meet you in the transporter room," Picard replied before termination communications.
He went strait to the transported room taking Counsellor Troi with him. She was to deem whether Lieutenant Commander Lata was friendly.
"Welcome aboard Lieutenant Commander. I'm sorry I didn't catch your name earlier. This is Counsellor Dena Troi," Picard informed her.
"My name is Lata, similar to the information term Data," Lata replied, "Hello Counsellor Troi. Please forgive me if I get your names incorrect. The captain on my ship was Jayne Lou Pieceard and the counsellor Dean Tre."
"Don't worry," Picard smiled before collaring a redshirt, "Show Lieutenant Commander Lata to guest quarters 303 please."
"I thought Lieutenant Commander Data had his own quarters?" the redshirt responded.
"Does this look like Data? No. Take her to guest quarters 303 now," Picard ordered.
The redshirt looked to Lata, "Right this way Lieutenant Commander."
Picard turned to Troi, "Well is she friendly?" he asked.
"I cannot tell. She has no emotions, she is not human. There are many species like that but…"
"…Coupled with her pale skin and yellow eyes you'd suggest we are in need of our own Lieutenant Commander."
Picard went straight to the bridge, "Data, I need you to come with me straight away."