OOC: Just a quick little character bit, no need to respond, just setting up an arc

IC: Joseph Rainns had gotten off his shift for the night. The COS was incredibly anxious, his genetic analysis had been completed and sent from Earth by his Brother, his uncle a sibling of his mother had actually performed the tests, but his brother would be the one sending the results. Rainns knew he could easily have had a doctor on Challenger run the tests, but he wanted to keep the matter private and within the family. He knew that even though he had been suffering headaches after telepathic encounters, the fact he was able to participate at all in those interactions was suspicious to him.

He had never walked so fast to his quarters, it was practically a jog. When he arrived he skipped over taking his uniform off, instead heading straight for his display screen where he saw had one subspace message, he opened the message and read the contents, hoping whatever he found would put his suspicion to rest. As he read his hand balled into a fist, and he slammed his table with it. “No, no no.” he said, his head hanging low. He had been right, the number on the display screen confirming his theory, his genetic structure was a 93 % match for a human, and 7% match for a Vulcan. In addition, his uncle had combed through the family tree, and found that Joseph’s great grandfather on his father’s side had been half Vulcan. In moments, all of what Rainns valued about himself, his sharp mind, organized thought pattern, and what he considered to be an above average intelligence, no longer could be attributed to Rainns hard work, dedication, and decision making, but instead to a genetic advantage he held over others around him, at least that’s how he felt.

Getting up from his seat, Rainns slumped over to his bed in a state of abject depression, in his mind, all he could do was dwell on the social outings he had forgone to study, all the times he placed private work over his friends and family, and times where he spent entire evenings just studying in order to condition his mind. It was all a waste. He could have sat on his ass and done nothing, and his mind would be the exact same. He fought back tears, got up, and turned off the display screen, leaving him in the dark, with only his anger and sadness to keep him company. “All those years,” he said out loud to nobody, “wasted.” His appetite gone, Rainns simply prepared for bed.