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Ummm this chapter is to help introduce a lot of new characters with some more to come. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THEM!!!!
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I love Spock. I love Zachary Quinto. I love the fact that I don't own Star Trek.
Two months seemed to fly. Trinity sighed as she saw the date on the PADD.
Right now she was sitting in her room. A while back she had asked for smaller, more permanent quarters. However, Jim was generous even at her request.
She stretched and stood up. Trinity grabbed a blue uniform out of the dresser. She remembered getting the science department garment. It had been a strange and tiny moment in life.
"Morning Mr. Spock."
The half-Vulcan man turned to face his fellow scientist. The blonde woman was as chipper as ever walking into the lab.
"Good morning Dr. Kholer."
She chuckled and shook her head, "Spock, it is quite illogical to call me Dr. Kholer when my doctorate is most likely useless now. Also, I like being called Trinity." Her green eyes turned upon him as she stood beside him, looking at the calculations he was making. She admitted, Vulcans were like fleshy super computers.
He looked at her in turn. "Dr. Kholer, even though the technologies of your time differ from this, as well as other extensive knowledge, the fact that you are well versed in those subjects solidifies your title as doctor. Thus, it is quite logical to refer to you as such."
They looked at each other. The two had grown closer, becoming good friends at a surprising rate. Trinity had also become part of the crew. After a few witty comments with Bones, a background check with Scotty, a couple jokes with Jim and a nice conversation with Pavel, she fit right in.
"So? I still like being called Trinity." Spock raised an eyebrow.
"It is only appropriate that I call you Dr. Kholer in the work setting, Dr. Kholer." Trinity frowned, but soon made up for it.
"Can I have a science officer's uniform?" She grinned at him. "You know, since I'm here and all. Plus, these," she said pinching a piece of his shirt, "are much more resistant, and stylish, compared to my lab coat. Please?"
Spock sat down his papers and folded his hand behind is back in such a formal, yet relaxed manner that Trinity knew she could never match. Spock was amazing and admirable to her. He was nice.
"Is this an ultimatum Dr. Kholer?"
"Yes. Uniform or name. Your choice Spock."
Spock did something that she related to a sigh, yet, it wasn't. "If I must, then I shall make my choice. For now though, I must report to the bridge, my hours are soon to start." He nodded to her and she sighed.
"See you at dinner."
Trinity had the long sleeved blue dress on, regulation black shirt underneath.
While she slipped on her shoes, she grabbed a tan hair band. Rather than finding the holder, she found a slip of paper. With curiosity she grabbed the paper and unfolded it. She smiled.
There in technical printed letters was a note.
This package contains one of each design of a woman's science uniform that you asked of me so hastily. If these sizes are not sufficient, bring them back to me and I shall exchange them after dinner. The logic you presented earlier shifted my decision. Thus, these uniforms are sufficient for the lab work.
I shall see you in the Mess Hall for dinner, Trinity.
Spock.
It had been such a shock to her when there had been a package lying on her bed. Once again, she had gotten what she wanted. With her notebook in hand she left her room for the Mess Hall. Today she felt the need for breakfast.
- - - -
Spock was sitting with Bones.
"What you readin' there Spock?"
Spock looked up from the bulky, dusty looking book. It was early, the equivalent of dawn on Earth. He took a sip from the cup of steaming liquid and said, "It is one of the original texts from when the laws of civilized Vulcan society were first written, Doctor. I read it in prospects of keeping my Vulcan conduct alive."
Bones scoffed and took a drink of the black coffee. "So how're your new scientists doin'?"
Spock closed his book, knowing Bones would no longer stand for silence. "Ensign Jackson is sufficient in his work, however his skills of working with compounded structures lack."
Bones rolled his eyes, "You sure are somethin' Spock. Tell me, do ya only notice someone's work ethic rather than who they are?"
"I have memorized the species and name of each crewman. I do know who they are."
Bones' hand caught his forehead before it could hit the table in defeat. The two went on, Bones trying to make a point past logic, Spock, never the one to go beyond logic, missed every point completely.
As the two argued, well more like as Bones argued, Trinity walked into the mess hall. She grabbed herself some breakfast and sat down with the doctor and the scientist. "Good morning boys."
Bones smiled and nodded at her. "Mornin', how're ya? Nice outfit."
"Thanks. Good as I'm gonna get I suppose, and yourself Leonard?"
Bones shrugged and threw a glance at Spock. Trinity just chuckled, "Be nice." The light banter caused Spock to raise an eyebrow.
Trinity started fixing her toast, "Good morning Spock."
"Greetings Trinity," he said as if he had been calling her that the entire time. A smile spread across her face.
"So boys, what's on the agenda today?" Bones growled in a disgruntled manner.
"Star base stop. Woohoo, not as if I have enough to do around here with all these clumsy ensigns who cry over the slightest paper cut! I've never seen bigger whimps. One of them can't even change hypos correctly."
Trinity looked to Spock instead, because despite his Swiss views on everything, he at least was straight to the point. "We are stopping at star base 317, stationed on an K class planet known as Gorpath."
She nodded and took a bite of food when Spock's book caught her eyes. The bright green orbs studied the book in detail. There were strange, swirling figures on the front of it, on the edges, it seemed worn and sun faded as well. The trance however was interrupted as Bones left, muttering about stock checks and orders for the star base.
"Bones is such a charmer, hmm?"
The look on Spock's face indicated his curiosity in her rhetorical question. "Is that intended to be of humorous origins, because I fail to see how the Doctor is charming."
"Rhetorical question Spock, a sarcastic comment if you will. Any who, I met Jim's sister yesterday. A real work of art, that girl."
"Lt. Junior Grade Costello. She is adequate in fulfilling her position as linguist, however, I do sense the tension she and the Captain shares. Do have any comments about this issue?"
Trinity took another bite of toast and nodded. "A little, but they aren't even related in all reality, their parents are just married. But, yeah, sibling rivalry I suppose. Me and my sister fought a lot."
Spock's eyebrow went up. "Fascinating."
- - - -
Jim sauntered down the hallway. He was off duty.
His teeth gripped viciously into a gold toned apple as he headed for the sick bay. On his way however, he encountered a very interesting situation.
"You're an asshole!"
"And you're a two faced bitch!" There were two Ensigns yelling at each other in a lone corridor. Jim, being ever the diligent slipped behind a corner and listened.
He bit on his lip as he heard the female voice of the two, a voice he recognized, got the better of the two. The male, with a few slurs, was, as he assumed, assaulted. A sickening crack wretched through the hall and footsteps could be heard retreating in the opposite direction. The lighter footsteps came his way.
"Ensign."
The tan skinned, full-figured woman made and about face and was surprised when she saw him. Blue eyes swept over her face, black almond eyes, dainty features, full red lips. However, there were other features that suddenly threw him off. Sharp pointed ears, black upswept eyebrows. How had he missed that?
"Good evening Captain." Her voice was strained for control, anger seeping through.
He smiled at her, such a pretty lady she was. "Ensign, I thought Vulcans were supposed to be contained? From past experiences, you seem to be far from that."
That took the cake apparently. Her tiny feet carried her closer to him, the top of her head meeting his eyes. Jim noted that her long, thick, black hair was in a fine condition.
"Pardon me Captain," venom seeped through her words. "I am not Vulcan. I am Romulan and damn proud of it. Now, Sir, that we've cleared that up, what, pray tell, do you need?"
He grinned. Feisty and cute. "Well, Romulan Ensign, I need someone to accompany me for dinner. And yes, that is an order."
She gave him a cut throat smile. "Yes sir."
"Good, now tell me, what's your name?" The Asian-Romulan girl took a step back and they headed towards the mess hall.
"Urinawa, Akemi. Sulu, Hikaru happens to be my cousin on my father's side."
"Half Asian too? You're chalk full or surprises Miss Akemi." Jim grinned at her and slipped an arm around her shoulders. She shoved him into a wall.
"Shouldn't push the captain around Akemi."
The Romulan woman rolled her eyes and walked into the Officer's mess. Looking around she didn't know but maybe one or two of the officers in the room. Jim laid a hand against back, "Follow me please."
Akemi just sneered and took a seat at an empty table. A yeoman brought them their dinners and Jim smiled, "Nice hmm?"
Scoffing she just took a bite of her food. The food was good she admitted to herself. "Captain, I fail to see why you have such a high interests in me, unless you're looking for just another lay."
Jim frowned for a split second, but that didn't last long. Shrugging he took a drink from his glass and indulged her, "Your impeccable charm and etiquette, ensign. You had me when you dumped that beer on me." Jim winked at her.
Akemi fought the urge to slap, punch, kick or tackle her commanding officer, but the idea was tantalizing. "Yes, most men adore me for that sole reason. What women see in you though, other than a bag of testosterone and a gun cocked and ready for action, I have no idea."
"Touché! You're such invigorating company. Join me in the rec room tomorrow?"
Akemi raised one black, slanted eyebrow, "To do what?"
He shrugged, "Martial arts? Perhaps Sulu can come along if that would make you more comfortable?"
Akemi smirked. She was Japanese and Romulan, fighting was in her blood. Sucker. "Leave my cousin out of this Captain. 18:00 hours?"
Jim nodded, "It's a date."
- - - -
Trinity sighed and kicked her feet around in the pool. In all honesty she didn't care much for swimming and was wondering why she had had the urge to come down here at all. No one else, despite the large crew, was in the large room.
Pulling herself out, Trinity went and got into the hot tub. Hot tubs she liked.
The sound of the water and the slight roar of all the machines above her were soothing. It let her brain calm down to think.
Her dear sister popped up in her mind's eye. Opening the green orbs she frowned. How was Kate? Then again, she knew that didn't matter. Scoffing she knew Spock would call her illogical because there was nothing she could do about it. For the first time in a while she felt alone.
Mason. It was a lone word that suddenly drifted in her head. Loathing couldn't help the fact she missed him, or missed having him.
"Pfft," she mumbled. "Four years and an engagement ring just to be cheated on then flung into the future. What a rip off." Not that it mattered though; she was going to finally dump him anyway. At least, that's what she thought she would have done.
Bobbing her head she started humming.
"I don't think I've heard that tune before."
Trinity jolted up and looked to where the voice had came from. Standing in a pair of swimming trunks with a duffle bag in hand was the same guy she had passed on shore leave at the academy.
"Sorry to scare you!" He apologized with a sheepish grin. Gesturing with one tan hand to the hot tub he asked, "Mind if I?"
Trinity just shook her head and slowly sat back down. Her green eyes curiously looked over the Chinese man. He wasn't too much taller than her, good looking. It was strangely comforting.
Extending her hand with a smile, she informed, "Trinity Kholer."
He smiled back and shook her hand, "Kingsley Zhang."
"And how are you, Mr. Zhang?"
"Kingsley, please Trinity. Actually, I'm doing better than I was. The company of a pretty lady is always welcome. Yourself?"
Chuckling she shook her head. The era seemed to breed good, yet flirtatious people.
"I return your previous sentiments Kingsley. I haven't seen you around before."
"It's a big ship Trinity and unless you have some business with weapons or the tactical division, you probably wouldn't."
Trinity nodded. He was right, because she never had any reason to be there. Honestly, she did have a reason to be anywhere but the labs half the time. "Yeah, you've got that right. So are you a tactical officer?"
He shook his head, "Nah. I'm a weapons specialist, an ensign too. Not a turn off is it?" Kingsley was grinning from ear to ear but Trinity didn't feel weary about it.
"Not at all. Actually, I'm just a civilian on board."
Kingsley was taken by surprise. "What are you doing on here than? A bit odd hmm?"
Trinity just shrugged, "Depends who you ask. I like space. I've been conducting some serious research with Commander Spock."
He made a face that caused her laugh, "The Commander is not a bad person. Everyone thinks so strangely of him."
"Right and a cactus is the equivalent of a teddy bear. Sorry Trintiy, he just doesn't seem the type."
About to answer there was an overhead announcement, "Dr. Kholer please report to Physics Lab 3, Dr. Kholer to Physics Lab 3."
Signing, Trinity stood up. "Well, Ensign Zhang it looks as if said cactus is calling. I'll see you around?"
Kingsley nodded, "How about breakfast Thursday? 07:00 hours?"
Trinity mulled over it for a moment. Technically, she wasn't attached anymore. "Alright, Thursday. See ya."
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