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Okay I promise Kylin won't be pushed around so much. Brief summary. Kylin Moore is the new civil ambassador assigned to Enterprise. No one likes her because they were forced to take her on. Its kind of like when T'Pol came aboard. I am only doing this for fun, I'm not making money off this, and the only character I own is Kylin Moore and anyone can use her.
After the ceremony cleared up the Captain Archer, T'Pol and Trip went to dinner. Kylin followed them into the dining room. There were a number of padds on in the corner. Trip pulled out her chair for her.
"Thank you," she said, taking her seat. The chef came in and served their dinner.
"Dr. Moore this is the data we have acquired so far in this area", Archer took her.
Kylin pulled her glasses out of her pocket and started to read. "This looks what we have received in San Francisco so far-", she said and stopped noticing everyone looking at her, "What?"
"You wear glasses," Trip asked.
"Yes I do. With perception like that, I can see why you graduated top of your class Commander," Kylin replied dryly.
"Did you check my personal records," Trip asked. This lady was full of surprises.
"Before I came aboard, I studied everyone's personal file. I wanted to know with whom I was dealing with", Kylin told the people sitting with, "Anything else."
"Why wear the glasses, you could retinal treatments. It would be more logical," T'Pol asked.
"Maybe, but since I am allergic to them and they make my face swell up, that would be illogical," Kylin replied. This time both Archer and Tucker laughed, "I'm also allergic to cantaloupe, may we get back to work please?"
"By all means Dr. Moore," Archer told her, still laughing.
"This information is not new. I have been out this way before, as I remember there really is no one out here for light years," Kylin said.
"You been out this far," Tucker asked not believing her.
"As I mentioned before, I lived a lot of my life on New Tierra. It is somewhat of a haven for space travelers. A lot of us during our summer vacations used to work on alien freighters. My home colony is only ten light years from here," Kylin explained.
"I see why Starfleet endorsed you" Archer replied looking her, realizing he had let his anger underestimate her.
"I was chosen because of my expertise Capt. Archer. Vulcan High Command wanted a watchdog. Starfleet wanted a human representative with expertise. Starfleet chose me because I been in space and had more contacts then the other humans. The Vulcans choose me because they trust me. I have been doing negotiations between them and Starfleet since I got my law degree. I know you did not want a civilian but I know I could be a good asset to this crew," she told him. Tension hung on the table.
"You're right Kylin," Archer said, "I didn't want a civilian ambassador here, but you don't deserve the treatment I have been giving you. I apologize for it. Subcommander T'Pol reminded me that this evening. I'm not comfortable with a civilian here, it changes the rules, but I am willing to try."
"Thank you Capt and thank you Subcommander", Kylin told the. The Vulcan nodded to her.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly and Kylin felt some of the tension elevate out of her as she left the mess hall.
"Kylin, wait up," Trip's voice called behind her
"Com. Tucker, you have quite the habit of sneaking up on people. Is this what I look for each time we meet," Kylin asked him.
"Call me Trip, you're a civilian you don't have to so formal", he told her with a sheepish grin.
"Fair enough," she said, "So how can I help you?"
"I thought you might like a tour of Engineering and see the only warp 5 engine in the fleet", he said smiling. Obviously, this person thought he was charmer she mused. Well he was somewhat right.
"Okay, but it will have to short, I have to be early tomorrow," she said.
This was obviously Trip's favorite part of the ship since he spent 2 hours showing her every nook and cranny on in the section. One of her cousins was an engineer on her home colony so she had a background that impressed him.
"Thank you Trip, I really enjoyed that," Kylin told him, "Have a good night"
"Hey we haven't dessert yet, why don't we go to the mess hall and get some, the chef made my favorite pecan pie," Trip said. Kylin couldn't help but smile he had a boyish quality about him.
"I'm not big on pecan pie but I would love some ice cream," she said.
It was 2200 (10:00 pm) when they entered the mess hall. It was been shifts and not to many people were there. Kylin and Trip took a table by a port window.
"So tell me about yourself Kylin" Trip said taking bit of his pie.
"Theres not much to say", she told him.
'Come on, you've read my personnel record, be fair," he said with a boyish smile, "I promise it will be between you and me only, scouts honor"
"You don't remind me much of a boy scout," she told him.
"I was Troop 568", he said holding 3 fingers up.
"It will stay between you and me", she told him
"You have my word", he told her.
"Okay" she said.
Sorry I have to leave it here. It's late and I have to get to work tomorrow (
Hope this wasn't to long and drawn out or boring.
Okay I promise Kylin won't be pushed around so much. Brief summary. Kylin Moore is the new civil ambassador assigned to Enterprise. No one likes her because they were forced to take her on. Its kind of like when T'Pol came aboard. I am only doing this for fun, I'm not making money off this, and the only character I own is Kylin Moore and anyone can use her.
After the ceremony cleared up the Captain Archer, T'Pol and Trip went to dinner. Kylin followed them into the dining room. There were a number of padds on in the corner. Trip pulled out her chair for her.
"Thank you," she said, taking her seat. The chef came in and served their dinner.
"Dr. Moore this is the data we have acquired so far in this area", Archer took her.
Kylin pulled her glasses out of her pocket and started to read. "This looks what we have received in San Francisco so far-", she said and stopped noticing everyone looking at her, "What?"
"You wear glasses," Trip asked.
"Yes I do. With perception like that, I can see why you graduated top of your class Commander," Kylin replied dryly.
"Did you check my personal records," Trip asked. This lady was full of surprises.
"Before I came aboard, I studied everyone's personal file. I wanted to know with whom I was dealing with", Kylin told the people sitting with, "Anything else."
"Why wear the glasses, you could retinal treatments. It would be more logical," T'Pol asked.
"Maybe, but since I am allergic to them and they make my face swell up, that would be illogical," Kylin replied. This time both Archer and Tucker laughed, "I'm also allergic to cantaloupe, may we get back to work please?"
"By all means Dr. Moore," Archer told her, still laughing.
"This information is not new. I have been out this way before, as I remember there really is no one out here for light years," Kylin said.
"You been out this far," Tucker asked not believing her.
"As I mentioned before, I lived a lot of my life on New Tierra. It is somewhat of a haven for space travelers. A lot of us during our summer vacations used to work on alien freighters. My home colony is only ten light years from here," Kylin explained.
"I see why Starfleet endorsed you" Archer replied looking her, realizing he had let his anger underestimate her.
"I was chosen because of my expertise Capt. Archer. Vulcan High Command wanted a watchdog. Starfleet wanted a human representative with expertise. Starfleet chose me because I been in space and had more contacts then the other humans. The Vulcans choose me because they trust me. I have been doing negotiations between them and Starfleet since I got my law degree. I know you did not want a civilian but I know I could be a good asset to this crew," she told him. Tension hung on the table.
"You're right Kylin," Archer said, "I didn't want a civilian ambassador here, but you don't deserve the treatment I have been giving you. I apologize for it. Subcommander T'Pol reminded me that this evening. I'm not comfortable with a civilian here, it changes the rules, but I am willing to try."
"Thank you Capt and thank you Subcommander", Kylin told the. The Vulcan nodded to her.
The rest of the dinner went smoothly and Kylin felt some of the tension elevate out of her as she left the mess hall.
"Kylin, wait up," Trip's voice called behind her
"Com. Tucker, you have quite the habit of sneaking up on people. Is this what I look for each time we meet," Kylin asked him.
"Call me Trip, you're a civilian you don't have to so formal", he told her with a sheepish grin.
"Fair enough," she said, "So how can I help you?"
"I thought you might like a tour of Engineering and see the only warp 5 engine in the fleet", he said smiling. Obviously, this person thought he was charmer she mused. Well he was somewhat right.
"Okay, but it will have to short, I have to be early tomorrow," she said.
This was obviously Trip's favorite part of the ship since he spent 2 hours showing her every nook and cranny on in the section. One of her cousins was an engineer on her home colony so she had a background that impressed him.
"Thank you Trip, I really enjoyed that," Kylin told him, "Have a good night"
"Hey we haven't dessert yet, why don't we go to the mess hall and get some, the chef made my favorite pecan pie," Trip said. Kylin couldn't help but smile he had a boyish quality about him.
"I'm not big on pecan pie but I would love some ice cream," she said.
It was 2200 (10:00 pm) when they entered the mess hall. It was been shifts and not to many people were there. Kylin and Trip took a table by a port window.
"So tell me about yourself Kylin" Trip said taking bit of his pie.
"Theres not much to say", she told him.
'Come on, you've read my personnel record, be fair," he said with a boyish smile, "I promise it will be between you and me only, scouts honor"
"You don't remind me much of a boy scout," she told him.
"I was Troop 568", he said holding 3 fingers up.
"It will stay between you and me", she told him
"You have my word", he told her.
"Okay" she said.
Sorry I have to leave it here. It's late and I have to get to work tomorrow (
Hope this wasn't to long and drawn out or boring.