Paramount owns Star Trek Enterprise, I don't own anyone but Kylin Moore and anyone is free to use her. Oh and sorry about the Standard measurements. I live in the States and we don't do metric.

Chap 2

Lt. Reed was waiting for her when she exited the captain's ready room. "I assume that you will be escorting me to my quarters, Lt.," Kylin said.

This one spoke with a British accent, "You assume correctly, I need to take your bag now for inspection, Ms. Moore", Lt. Reed told her.

"I officially oppose this, since I have not done anything wrong," she replied handing him her bag.

"Duly noted, I'll do the inspection in your quarter, Com. Tucker will meet us there to identify any odd equipment", he said, taking it. They went to the lift.

"In other words, you want see if I bought any spy equipment with me," Kylin said.

The Lt. did not replied to her statement. When they arrived at her quarters Com. Tucker was waiting for them. He looked like he was in a foul mood, having to be taken away from whatever task he had been doing.

"How'd did you guys come by way of China", he asked, "Here is your one time access code, after you enter it once, you'll have to change it to something more personal, don't let anyone know it."

Kylin took the padd from him. "Where is her bag, Malcolm, I need to get back to Engineering", the commander demanded. It occurred to her then that the reason he had wanted it earlier was to go through while the captain gave her the riot act.

"Here it is Commander, lets get this down," Lt. Reed said, entering her quarters.

The two men opened the bag and went through the contents of her life. At least they were fast, they put aside all the clothes and went through the other things. She started to put things away.

"What's this," Commander Tucker asked holding a small metal box.

Kylin went over to get it. She did not want anyone touching that. "That's a jewelry box, please put that down."

"Most jewelry boxes are wood," Com. Tucker said, holding it away from her.

"That's true but this one is custom made and its very special, I don't like other people handling it unless I know them," Kylin replied trying to reach for it.

"Malcolm, my sister never had one like this, how about yours," The Lt. shook his head. "In fact I never even seen one advertised, even it custom there should be one like this somewhere else. I think we need to inspect this more." Tucker gave it to Reed.

"The reason why you haven't seen one like this before is because my father made it my mother as engagement present. He was an amateur silversmith. They past away when I was six, my aunt gave it to me when I left home", she said afraid that it would not come back to her, "You can check my personnel record if you don't believe me."

The commander looked visibly shaken, "Malcolm give to her."

"Commander it does look odd," Lt. Reed said not please about giving it back.

"Malcolm, we'll check her file and if something is not right we'll check again. Lets go we're done," he said, "I'm sorry about your loss."

"Thank you," Kylin replied reading the genuine compassion in his eyes. Maybe this wasn't such a bad mistake after all.

After the two of them left her cabin, she inspected it. After the welcome she had received, she wouldn't have been surprised if they had bugged it. Kylin decided to get a tricoder the first chance she got. She finished unpacking her things and left for the cargo hall. To her dismay Lt. Reed was waiting for her.

"Lt believe or not I am capable of finding my way around without an escort," Kylin said, getting sick of the treatment she was getting, as they walked into the lift. Unfortunately the Capt. Archer, T'Pol and Com. Tucker were there.

"Sorry Captain's order Ms. Moore", Captain Archer told her as they walked in.

"Its Dr. Moore," she said.

"Excuse me," Archer asked.

"I have a Ph.D. in interspecies relationships from Starfleet", Kylin replied, " I spent five years earning, so if you and your crew are going to be so formal with me, its Dr not Ms. Don't looked so shocked Capt. I'd assume that you would have check the education records of all your crew." For once since she had set foot on this ship, the people around her looked surprised instead of disgust. Taking advantage of this, she left the lift first.

A lot of the crew had gathered in the cargo bay so it was easy for Kylin to get lost in the crowd. She went over to get some punch, she knew she was going to need a serious sugar high to get through night.

"Dr. Moore," Kylin heard a voice call her. She turned around and saw Com Tucker coming to her.

"Com Tucker, I am not in the mood for any verbal sparring," she taking a sip of the punch. It was very sweet.

"Neither am I," Tucker told her putting out his hand, "Listen I am sorry for the way you have been treated."

"Apology accepted," she said taking it, "I am just not sure why people are being so rude to me."

"I know this is hard to believe, buts it not personal," he started noting the look she was giving him. In fact, he took a real look at Kylin. She was about 5'4, 115 lbs. and with dark brown hair and gray eyes. Not a bad package he thought and then caught himself. It would not be smart to start daydreaming a woman who was pariah on the ship.

"Could you please tell me what it is then," Kylin said impatiently.

"When we started this mission we wanted to prove that we could do this ourselves without any help from the Vulcans or anyone," Trip told her.

"Well Com. Tucker, I'm not a Vulcan in case you haven't notice. I have worked with them and they aren't that once you get to know them. My work has been a joint venture between Starfleet and the Vulcan High Command, but I know where my loyalties lay," she said.

"Call me Trip and I am sure you're very good at what you do, but we feel that we're being forced to take you on board." Trip told her.

"Point taken, Trip, but your right I am good at what I do and I have waited for a chance to do this all my life and I have no intention of giving this up", Kylin told him.

What would have been said next was lost; they heard a clicking on the glass. Everyone turned to see the Captain take the podium. "Thank you for coming here. We are here to introduce a new member of the crew tonight. Without further ado, Dr Kylin Moore," Kylin winced as the Capt. emphasized her title. There was a scattering of applause as she went to the podium.

"Good evening, as the Captain so graciously, said I am Dr. Kylin Moore," she said, "Please feel to call me Kylin if you like. Or if you rather with the formalities, its Dr. Moore. I was born in Toronto Canada and moved out to New Terra colony when I was six. I have spent most of my life travelling in space so I am quite used to it. I have a degree in human psychology from the New York University, a masters in planetary law from the Vulcan Academy on their home world and a doctorate on interspecies diplomacy from Starfleet. It was joint venture been Starfleet and the Vulcan High Command. Thank you for allowing me to join you crew, I am looking forward to serving here."

With that she left the podium and the crew was dismissed.

"Dr. Moore, its customary for executive staff to eat together", T'Pol said behind Kylin.

"Was just planning to eat in my quarters, thank you", Kylin told the Vulcan, it least she was polite.

"Dr. Moore we need to give you the materials you'll need", T'Pol reminded her. Kylin nodded and the Vulcan led her to the dining room.

Okay that's all for now I hop this wasn't to long or drawn out. If I'm missing something let me know.