Here is chapter one
Ch1- The begining of a story.
Lt. Tamurl and Captain Rob Singer were abored the transport ship, Tivan, travelig to DS9
Tamurl was a female Vulcan. She had black hair and black eyes. Tamurl was twenty-three earth years and very good at what she did, engeering.
Rob singer, on the other hand, was an earth male who was thirth-six years.
He had graduated from the the Acadmey with honors and was almost given a ship to command right away.
He could handle almost anything that was thrown at thim, anything expect talk to Vulcans.
They were hard to talk to and they always took jokes literaly.
Wonder if this is how Dr. McCoy felt with Spock, Rob mused as he studied the Vulcan's emotionless face, Like he couldn't be told anything without Commander Spock being logical.
Then he had an idea.
Maybe she would talk about other Vulcans.
"Um.."Rob stammered, "Lieutenant?"
"Yes Captain?" Came Tamurl's brisk reply.
"How is Ambassdor Spock?" he asked, "Any troube from other Vulcans?"
"Vulcan's do not give other's trouble," Tamurl said flatly, "It is illogical. Therefor the Ambassdor is fine."
Rob sighed, this was going to be a long flight.
Dr. Julian Bashir was depressed.
His wife, Ezri Dax, was killed by a rouge Ferengi and now the next host of Dax, Toreal, was on the station.
Well, atleast she would be leaving soon.
Soon he wouldn't have to think about Dax again.
Commander J.T. Roberts was resting on the Enterprise.
She was due to the be first officer on the Exculbar.
But to do that, J.T. needed to get to Deep Space Nine, home of the Domian War.
J.T., short for Julia Tilton, wasn't looking forword to going there, she had heard that the Bajorians there were very tempermental, much like the Klingons that she had the displeasure of working with.
"Picard to Commander Roberts," Came a voiice in her comm badge.
"Roberts here."
"We are apporaching Deep Space Nine."
"Okay sir. Thank you."
"Picard out."
When the communcation was cut off, J.T. couldn't help but wonder if she would survive this post.
