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CHAPTER THREE
Earth date, May 2268 – USS Enterprise, Medical wing
McCoy turned his head as his office door swooshed open, expecting Drs M'Benga and Chapel since new crew had boarded the ship that morning. Their physical evaluations would need to be processed as soon as possible.
"Dr McCoy, I would like you to meet my new number 2, Lieutenant T'Shira."
Uhura's pretty face greeted him along with a very attractive, downright beautiful, Vulcan female. Did no one in that sector have an ugly bone in their body? All the Vulcans he met were good looking people. This one was no exception; tall, light brown-honey coloured skin, grey eyes, and short brown hair in the style that Marcus used to wear before she grew it out.
"Welcome to the Enterprise," the doctor stretched out his hand, then was about to pull it back as he recalled Vulcans did not do handshakes. But there was no need, the Lieutenant reciprocated shook his.
"Your welcome is accepted, Healer McCoy."
Well… so… er you're here for your physical? We can do it now or you can come back later. I was just about to have a meeting.."
"Sorry to disturb you Doctor, I'm just showing the Lieutenant around before we head off to the mess. It's a good chance for me to practise another Vulcan dialect." Uhura beamed.
"What happened to that husband of yours, he stop teaching you now that you're married huh?"
"Not even Spock knows everything, Len." Uhura smiled in reply.
They continued to banter like it was a regular habit, which it was.
"Anyway, catch you later Mrs Spock," Bones was the only one she let get away with that title, anyone else would get a look that would melt a phaser.
Lt T'Shira observed her superior officers. It appeared they were friends due to the casual nature of their conversation. She deduced Lt. Commander Uhura was bonded to Commander Spock when she was introduced to him. He had that possessive air about him in Uhura's presence that only a Vulcan could detect.
T'Shira was not a communications expert for nothing, she was one of those rare Vulcans who did not need touch telepathy to 'read people', she was more empathic than telepathic. In a culture where expressing feelings was taboo her ability was logically suited to the healing profession however she always held a fascination with the ability to communicate effectively with other cultures, especially non Vulcan cultures. She held a PHD in Xenocultural relationships as well as one in subspace communications. What was once a past time in her rest period as a subspace engineer, she had turned into a successful career in Starfleet which led her to the flagship. Her vast knowledge of cultural body languages as well as other linguistic skills would serve the fleet well.
Her attention was focused more on the Healer while they spoke. He was tall at 1.85meters (just over 6 feet), the probability that his accent was from the Southern region of the United States was 96.2%, his pale skin had a slight tan, perhaps from the Enterprise's recent shore leave on *Tok'Ra Prime. He had an appealing countenance, if he was Vulcan he would make a logical partner. But he was not, so she dismissed him as a potential mate.
Author's Notes
*Tok'Ra Prime (borrowed one of my favourite aliens from Stargate but there is no crossover here)
Not feeling too well so please forgive, this is not at my best, I might change it.
