You read over the sheets of paper from Star Fleet as you stood in the elevator to the teleporter room where you would then be sent to the famous Enterprise. She was bigger then any other ship you had previously worked on. However your old friend, Jean-Luc Piccard was the captain so things should go smoothly…hopefully. According to Star Fleet, you were going to be replacing a recently lost officer Lieutenant Natasha Yar as Lieutenant and security officer because nobody has yet replaced the position. Her place had been filled on several occasions but they never did stay filled. Well having the same first name as her wasn't going to help. You couldn't deny that you were nervous…taking over a deceased officers job was never a happy job…let alone another female. Hopefully people wouldn't see you as 'taking over her'. You flicked onto the last page to see your own profile.
Name: Natasha Kang
Age: 31
Height: 5' 8"
Weight: 133lb
Race: Human/Clavat
Previous Occupation: Lieutenant of security on previous star fleet vessel: Imperium – ex captain was Captain Clark (female)
Signature: NatashaKang
As usual your profile was limited, just mentioning what was necessary. It was true, you were part Clavat – more human then the Silkie though and because of this lost communication with your people. After all Clavats were one of the proudest races from your original planet – Krutchkum, pronounced rolling the 'r' – as they were the most athletic and unique species. Whereas you had the athletic side and the accent of the race but you didn't have their pride. You were always joking around, focusing on smiles and being courteous rather then proud and stubborn. But enough about that, you've reached your destination.
"Everything is good to go Lieutenant. You ready?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." You replied, smiling. "Think there'll be a big cake waiting for me? I hope it's cheesecake."
"You sure have high expectations, don't you Natasha?" He chuckled. "But good luck."
"Thanks. Guess this is goodbye." You replied before taking a deep breath.
"It is. Enterprise, this is Lieutenant Wallcott on Imperium. Standing by to beam Lieutenant Kang."
He pressed the button on the console and you teleported to what was the Imperiums transporter room to what you presumed to be the Enterprises transporter room. You saw a male Klingon in security attire waiting for you. You climbed down from the transporter.
"Lieutenant Worf, Acting Chief of Security and your superior."
"Good to meet you sir. I'm Lieutenant Kang, your inferior." You joked.
He smiled lightly – thankfully that joke went down well, not even thinking he was a Klingon. You smiled in return.
The Captain would like to see you in his ready room, located just off the Main Bridge."
"Thanks." You replied walking beside him as he walked. "This ship is really big…do you write down a map on your hand so you don't get lost or something?"
He let out a chuckle before walking into the elevator.
"Main Bridge." He ordered before turning to you. "You have a peculiar accent."
"Does it bother you?"
"No. Infact it's slightly humourous…if you don't mind me saying so." He commented.
"Oh I don't mind at all." You replied smiling.
The doors opened and Worf walked ahead with you behind him. You noticed a couple of people turn to look at you – more importantly the second in command, so good impressions were vital! He walked you down the left hand side to a door which Worf hailed using the console beside it.
"Come!" A recognisable voice ordered.
The doors opened and Captain Picard sat at his table drinking his usual – Earl Grey, Hot. He turned to look at you, smiling, before nodding to Worf who left you both alone.
"Lieutenant Bedfield. I must say you've grown a lot since our last encounter." He commented.
"Grown taller but not up, sir."
"I should hope so. Lately the morale of certain members of my crew have been less then average…someone with a personality as bright as yours is needed."
"I'm not sure I understand sir…"
"I remember you since you were a child Natasha. You're bright, comical and optimistic. Always have been just like your mother…which is one of the main reasons I ordered you onto my ship."
"So…I'm just the hired clown? I won't have to wear the big shoes will I sir?"
"No." He chuckled. "You'll be working part time as an assistant with Lieutenant Worf on Security and Tactical. Other times you'll make yourself useful around my ship. Any problems?"
"Nope."
"Then welcome aboard. Your duties start now."
"…now? Are you sure sir?"
"Positive. I thi-." He began but was interrupted by his intercom.
"Bridge to Captain."
"Captain here, what seems to be the problem?"
"We've received a distress call from an ally ship – The Brullian?"
"Very well. Establish communications and activate translator." He answered standing up. "Lets go. To your station officer."
"Yes Captain." You obeyed leaving the room and walking to your pad next to Worf before asking. "Which one's mine?"
"On my right. Activate translator." He ordered.
You nodded before typing a couple of keys and looking up to the large screen at the front. It was a Clavat.
"Dono Captain. Mel jullin tel sa pu klockin parte incla ta? Wula Klumta se netapoloi domin hull." He asked, waiting for an answer.
"Lieutenant Kang, where is my translator?" The Captain asked turning to face you.
"They've been activated, Sir, in all known languages." You replied obediently.
"Data, what race are they?"
"They're Clavats, sir. A usually peaceful race that provide a mass majority of world produce to ally planets such as Kolak, Tintren and Patrone. They originate from the planet of Krutchkum – and originally speak Clavatian yet do speak English. Their original language is still currently being deciphered as they have only recently been discovered by Star Fleet." A pale man replied, turning around from his console at the front.
*Well done…* You complimented mentally.
"I see. Captain, does anybody on your ship speak English?" Picard questioned slowly.
*Probably . It may only be a small carrier transporting food but as it travels to other planets such as Tinten, they'll need a translator of some sort.*
The captain turned and made a few orders before a woman stood next to him.
"I am translator of ship. Our captain wants help with ship as we are damaged outside."
*Not the best translator ever...*
"Scan the ship and send the results to engineering. Captain to Engineering." He ordered pressing his badge.
"Engineering, go ahead."
"We're sending you the scan of the ship, do we have any materials to assist them?"
"Let me just check Captain…yes we do. It seems the hull is rather primative compared to the inside technology and won't take any longer then 5 hours to reassemble."
"Then make it so. Captain, we'll send your goods via shuttle. Will you be able to manage the repairs yourself?"
"We are trained to handle repairs. Thank you Captain.
"Very well. Piccard Out."
The large screen shut off after the captain bowed graciously.
"Lieutenant Data. You shall escort Lieutenant Kang to show her around the ship. You will be her guide for the next four days. I'm sure she'll find her way around by then."
You smiled at the Captain as thanks before he sat down in his chair. The man at the front of the room from earlier stood up and walked over to the elevator so you followed nervously. The doors closed behind you.
"Deck 25, Docking Port." Data ordered.
*That was tense…man I need a coffee...*
The elevator ride was quiet so you decided to try and make a conversation.
"So...How do you remember your way around the Enterprise?"
"I am an android and therefore learn faster and will never forget the blueprint of the ship." The android asked.
"You seem very smart. By the way you pronounced it Clay-vates...t's Cla-vats. Not meaning to be a smarty pants or anything." You corrected.
"Smarty pants?...i'm afraid I've never heard this expression before."
"Um…it just means trying to be really smart and showing off." You answered smiling.
"I see. Then you are not a smarty pants. With you correcting my pronounciation, I can now continue to learn correctly. Thank you."
"Wow…you're really…what's the word …not cautious i'm thinking of but something like it…you're friendly..."
"…courteous?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.
"Yeah that's the one. Thanks!"
He nodded before asking another question…wow androids sure were nosey.
"Your last name would suggest you are originally Clavat yet your dialect is not as strong as the Clavats. Infact is seems more human and would be stereotypically classed as a 20th century Irish accent."
"Well I'm more human then I am Clavat so it's kinda a mixture of dialect. It's one of those flaws I get unfortunately aswell as being clumsy."
"But it was to my understanding that Clavats are known to be extremely fit, healthy and athletic people aswell as being agile."
"Well not me. Well...I try and keep active which is why I trained for security purposes in Starfleet."
The elevator doors opened to reveal the docking port where 4 shuttles sat, one of which was being loaded up. He spent the next few hours showing you where the most important rooms of the enterprise were and in all honesty...it was slightly boring. Data was one of those people that knew TOO much and didn't understand how to shorten it for...well...less than average people. But at least you were well informed.
"And finally this is ten forward. Here you can order hot and cold food or beverages and to meet up with other members of the crew and passengers of the ship. Over here is-"
"Um...Lieutenant Data? Could I just go to my quarters? I'm getting kinda tired..."
"Certainly. Your quarters are not too far from mine so should you have any queries, feel free to ask. I am there most of the time and if I am not there I should be on the main bridge. Spot will be there too."
"Spot? Weird name...so is he a Lieutenant like yourself?" You asked as you left ten forward.
"Spot is my cat."
"Oh..." You replied awkwardly. "That's kinda cute."
"Cute?" He questioned.
"Yeah. Even though you're...not human, there's not many guys who would call their cat 'Spot' let alone keep one on a star fleet ship."
"Councilor Troi suggested getting a pet as part of learning about human behavior. And must say it has helped. My quarters are here. Your quarters are down this aisle, turn left and second door on the right."
"Left then second door on the right. Got it. Well it was a pleasure meeting you Lieutenant Data." You said offering your hand.
He looked at it funny then at your face.
"...Oh that's right. Um, you shake it...it's a greeting for hello and goodbye. Or even thank you."
"I see. But how do you tell which handshake is hello, good bye and thank you?"
"...um...I don't know...it's just clicks."
He gripped your hand and shook it for what seemed an eternity.
"Yeah you can stop shaking now. It's just a light handshake." You giggled pulling your hand out. "Guess i'll see you around."
You saluted him lightly before walking down the aisle, turning left and hailing the door second on the right. Your room was a nice warm colour and was complete with your own console...I guess all it needs now is a few finishing touches.
