Montgomery Scott wasn't only a genius when it came to repairing starship engines. His quarters were more often than not full of independent building projects, the latest being a little robot to function as a drink server.

He was currently sitting in sickbay regretting that idea. One of the motors had given out, leading to a broken bottle of scotch and numerous glass shards embedded in Scotty's hand. He'd kicked the infernal creation across the room and summoned a cleaning crew before sheepishly seeking out Nurse Chapel to tend to his injuries.


Robots, also suggested by Ebony Starstorm.