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Chapter 3

Pavel Chekov navigation chair right next to Hikaru Sulu. They were having a conversation about how strange Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy, and their Captain have been acting lately.

"Earlier, I was down in Sick Bay getting my required Physical," Chekov rolled his eyes, "And I asked Dr. McCoy if I could skip. It was a joke of course. But he looked at me and said that it was illogical to skip and started stating regulations."

"Well I saw Mr. Spock drinking some Romulan Ale...last I checked Vulcans don't drink." Sulu said looking up from plotting the Enterprise's course.

"They have all been acting strange. It's almost as if, Spock is acting like McCoy, and the Captain just isn't acting like himself at all. I wonder if something happened while they were on that planet..." Chekov wondered aloud.

Scotty ran frantically through the halls of the U.S.S Enterprise. He turned a corner so fast that he almost slipped. In all the excitement he almost missed the door he was looking for. He found the room of Latinate Margret and pounded his fist on the door. "CAP-," He had to stop himself, "Margret I figured it out! I have the answer!" Within seconds the door slid open and Mr. Scott was pulled in.

"Well what is it?! I have to get out of this chick body! The boobs hurt my back, I cut myself shaving my legs, there is always a line in the restroom, and damn it I have this strange want to spend three hours just trying to fix my hair!" The girl stared at the chief engineer. Her eyes hopeful for an answer. Scotty let out a laugh.

"Guess, now that you know what they go through, you'll respect women a bit more. And not flirt with everyone you meet."

"I do...respect...Scotty what's wrong with the transporter?"

"Well...you know how just a few days before, you and the landing party beamed down, we had a Klingon attack?" Mr. Scott looked up at his captain.

"Yeah. I do. What about it?"

"Remember how during one of the hits the Transporter room got hit, but the transporter, even though the outside was damaged, the inside seemed fine?" Scotty looked down almost ashamed with himself.

"Get on with it!" The Captain said losing his patients with the guessing game.

"The inside was all fried to hell. I'm surprised it beamed you at all. I'm sorry captain for not catching it sooner..." By this point Mr. Scott was highly disappointed in himself. He was chief engineer and he had not caught it.

"Didn't you send some newer engineers to work on that since it only seemed to be outer damage?"

"Aye, but that sti-" He was cut off by the captain. He put a hand on his shoulder and looked at him.

"It's not your fault. All that matters is that you get it fixed." A smile was on Margret's face.

"Aye captain. I can have her back as good as new in a week." Montgomery said running to the door.

"Mr. Scott. If you could. Less than a week would be nice." With that Mr. Scott ran out of the room.