Finaly catching up to the new ensigns my disappearance was undetected by all but a tall Vulcan who had just introduced himself as Commander Spock, but I had already recognized Mister Spock because he was one of my instructors at Starfleet academy. I remember him because although he appeared Vulcan I could periodically sense slight emotion from him, which fascinated me more than even my favorite course, Interspecies Ethics (which he taught), could. Even now I could sense his satisfaction of having me on board without any visible trace and I smiled appreciatively at him, knowing he was the one who assigned me here. As I listened to the First Officer's extensive speech on protocol I began to feel uncomfortable with all of the anxious emotions in the increasingly suffocating room. I do not believe anyone noticed, as most were doing their best not to doze off as Mister Spock continued for another twenty minutes and it took all my effort not to gasp for air as the room slowly started to spin as he finished. We were told to stand in two uniform lines so the Captain and other high ranking officers could learn our faces. Without even sensing it from the Vulcan hybrid I knew that he did not believe this and that the officers would quickly forget most of the faces they passed, but happy to get out of the progressively intoxicating room I
quickly and joyously obliged.
Once we had gotten into our respective places Mister Spock permitted us to chat quietly for a minute until we were to stand at attention. I didn't bother looking for someone to talk to, I could already sense annoyance of my age and those who questioned whether they should come introduce themselves to me only did so out of pity, which was the one emotion I simply can't stand. So I contorted my body to give off an antisocial stance until the USS Enterprise's First Officer told us to stand at attention. There was an instant hush and stiffening and I barely had time to smooth out my (uncomfortably) short red communications uniform dress before Captin James T. Kirk rounded the corner. He walked slowly, but with confidence and purpose, a purpose that caused me to give an inaudible and irritated sigh, I could practically taste his lust as he checked out (quite litterally) the new recruits.
I noticed that the head of communications and my new mentor didn't bother suppressing her eye roll and I instantly knew that she would be worth making friends with. Woah now, that couldn't be right, could it? Her and Spock, together? Way to go sir I thought as she passed, also sensing only an impressed and curious emotion when she saw me, and was pleased by my assignment. I then saw him again, Pavel- I mean First Officer Chekhov, and it happened again. My own emotions overrode my sensing abilities of his emotions and I tried to look casual and proffesional as he passed. I could see the muscles in his face move ever so slightly into the tiniest half smile as he passed, and the small and quick gesture was instantly documented into my brain. I really didn't want to like him, I swear, and I instantly tried to contoct a plan. We would become friends, close friends, I would do all I could to not to send romantic vibes so eventually we would both just be friends and find it weird to even think about anything more. I cant have any extra emotional distractions, once we take off it was either full effort or go home, I wouldn't get a second chance if I botched this. No, not again I thought as the room started to spin and I started to feel very warm from my senses going haywire as the last division passed us. Of course it had to be the medical officers, the first of which noticed my pressumedly flushed face and seemed to take note. Find a focal point I scolded myself and my mind went back to my studies, of people, of stars, it had all been easy for me, to see the patterns. The universe is a delicate balance, always in motion and changing, but the patterns are the key. I was thinking about keys when I noticed everyone starting to travel again and Mister Spock telling us that we were being escorted to our quarters, where we would get our own keys. Have I mentioned I'm kinda psychic sometimes? Very bizzare but in rare cases it has come in handy. So I fell in line with the others, keeping a briskly proffesional stride while inside I was mortified to find out if I would have a roommate. Thankfully I didn't have to wait long, after only a few minutes I heard one of the ensigns who was stuck with doing the tedious grunt work of handing out and instructing people to their rooms call out "Pella, Europa." I instantly found her and received my key card, communicator pin and instructions. I was to go receive my luggage in the loading bay, take it to my room and unpack but be in the mess hall by 18:00 for dinner, which gave me an hour.
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I was lost. It was my first day, I had practically memorized the map and yet for the life of me I could not find room 3093. I dropped my suitcase and pulled up the map on my tablet again, at least I'm in the quarters section. I've always been lousy with directions, even with my astronomical disposition. Sighing, I looked around, seeing a soothing light come out of a doorway a few meters to my right. Why not? I thought, although the blatant answer was that I would be mortified to ask for directions. Glancing at my tablet I saw it was already 17:29 and quickly made my way towards the inviting room. It turned out that I had found the Ten-Forward lounge, which is basically a rec room furnished with comfy seating, snacks, and games. There were a few people there, but they were all in groups and gave disapproving or uninviting signals as I sat down on one of the couches. Powering on my tablet once again I scoured the interactive map until I heard a voice beside me. "You look upzhet 'Wide eyes'." First Officer Chekhov observed correctly, taking a seat next to me at modest distance with an empathetic look. I sighed Act natural I thought before replying "Three hours in and I'm already lost." He grinned at my shrug "Eet's a good thing you know the Navigations First Officer zhen!" he said, jumping up optimistically. I stood up as well, new hope spreading a smile across my face as I handed him my key-card. Taking my suitcase he nodded to the door, excitedly saying "Follow me!" before starting to walk, with me quickly falling in step beside him. Here I was, a damsel in distress being rescued by her knight in gold armor, a fantasy come true at exactly the right and wrong time.
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- Eleora^.^