Silence. The lights were dim within the house, not a word had been spoken as five beings stood in butter silence. A man and a Half-Vulcan stood with a young Vulcan before them. In front of the Vulcan, a Male and a Female stood, their eyes held something akin to sorrow, yet akin to pride. The young Vulcan's brilliant brown gaze was focussed on her father, whom was holding up the Vulcan salute.

"I know you will not fail our culture, I know you will rise above what we are to believe of you. Do not turn away from your Vulcan heritage, we are always here. We are always watching."

Selar stepped back, understanding his words. Her arms were plastered to her sides as she turned away from her parents. "I will not disappoint my culture, father." She told him, now facing Commander Spock and Captain Kirk. T'Mai had said not a word, her eyes were cold, emotionless and hard. This gaze was directed for Spock, Selar had not a clue as to why.

"Shall we be heading for the Enterprise, Captain?" Selar inquired.

The hazel eyes man nodded, his kind expression returning to his once solemn face. "Yes, she will be waiting."

Selar glanced back at her mother and her father. "Peace and long life."

"Live long and prosper, Selar."

Kirk took his communicator from his belt, he flipped it open and turned the dial. "Kirk to Enterprise."

"Enterprise, Mr. Scott here."

"Scotty, three to beam up. Have Dr. McCoy come to the transporter room."

"Aye, sir. Coordinates locked, ready to beam when you are."

Selar stepped beside Kirk opposite from Mr. Spock. "Energize."

She could feel the grip of the transporter on her body, she watched as good swallowed her vision, the living area of her room and her parents was soon replaced with the transporter room of the USS Enterprise. Her gaze flickered as she studied the room, paying no attention to the surprised look up in the Transporter technician.

Kirk motioned for her to stepped of the pad, and come stand beside him. She nodded and stepped down, walking towards the Captain and Two other men. "Scotty, Bones, our newest crewmember. This is Selar, daughter of Ambassador T'Mai and Stann." He introduced her, Selar gave a mere nod. "It is my pleasure to meet you acquaintance."

"Dammit, we got another Spock." Bones hissed, though his eyes are his mouth were smiling.

"Hey there, lassie." The Scottish man, of which Kirk had called 'Scotty' greeted.

"Selar, this is my Chief Engineering Officer, Mr. Montgomery Scott. And my Chief Medicinal Officer, Dr. Leonard McCoy." He told her the men's names.

After silence gripped them, for Selar said not a word, Kirk broke it. "Mr. Scott, do you mind showing Selar to her quarters?"

"Aye, Cap'tn." He nodded, mentioning for Selar to follow him.

They walked quickly out of the transporter room, stepping through the door as it hissed at their presence. The door opened to reveal a long, silver hallways dotted with doors of various colours. "This way, lass." Scotty instructed, turning right and heading down the hall.

The corridor was brimming with life, Ensigns and other officers whisked by on their way to various placed. A light chatter filled the hall as people conversed. Selar almost want to give a half-smile at the light atmosphere of the place, however refrained knowing that would be highly un-Vulcan of her.

Mr. Scott stopped beside a door, the door next to it was labelled Montgomery Scott, Chief Engineer. "The Captain has placed ye beside me. I'm here if ye need any assistance. Go on, step inside."

He punched in the entry code, revealing an adequate room with clean floors, sparse objects, a desk with a monitor, living space and a sleeping space. Selar found it to be a bit much for such a small person as herself, however said nothing. "I am grateful for you leading me here, I believe you humans say 'thank you.'" She noted.

"Aye, we do. You're welcome lassie, if ye need anything at all, I'm right next to ye." He assured, a calm smile upon his pale face. "I appreciate this, Mr. Scott."

"Please, call me Scotty."

"Alright... Scotty."

The man nodded and left the room, leaving Selar alone in the vast amount of space. She noticed her belongings had already been placed on the table awaiting her to unpack them. To this she did, placing her clothes into the drawers and her meditation may onto the floor. Above the headboard of the bed, where a small shelf lay, she placed a picture. It was of her, unsmiling of course, and her Sehlat: Myniu. The Sehlat had died the year before, so in memory she kept a photo. She didn't care how human that seemed.

A buzz came from the door, she recognized it as the whistle for asking to enter. "Come." She stated stoically.

Dr. McCoy entered, his face was bright and his pale blue eyes were focussed on Selar. "Hello, Selar. I've come to tell you, that you are expected for a physical. I tell you, if doesn't hurt. Come with me."

Selar found she could not refuse the Doctor, she of course had tried. That didn't have end out well, so reluctantly she agreed.

Selar lay on the biobed, her eyes staring straight up at the white ceiling. Doctor McCoy held a trickster to her, as he tested her for physical illnesses. He glanced at the Vitals. "Pulse, practically non-existent." He muttered, finishing his spiel. "Well, if you call that green liquid of yours, blood, I'd say your perfectly healthy."

"Quite correct, doctor. All my vitals are adequate for my age, height, weight and species."

"Now, now. I'm the Doctor, you're the patient. It's not the other way around."

Selar watched as the man chuckled at the illogical statement. "Indeed." Was her only response.

"You Vulcans are no fun, I swear. The day I see Spock or any Vulcan laugh is the day my life had been fulfilled."

Selar raised an eyebrow. "To laugh is illogical."

"Illogical my-" He stopped, grunting.

"Fine, you win. Now get outta here, I believe the Captain is waiting for you on the Bridge."