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“I have been serving as an Ensign for two years in the sciences division.” she said plainly, taking a sip of tea. “My specialty is in botanical sciences, with focus on mutation and genetic engineering.”

~€> Ensign T’Mor, Science

“You don’t see many in that specialty much. My own is Xenoanthropology.” Saatynn offered by way of conversation. “Do you have any questions for me, Ensign?”

LtJg Saatynn

T’Mor had several, but none of them where on topic. She wondered if where he studied. If he had gone to the Vulcan Science Academy. If he might have met her sister, who was an assistant professor. Iterating on this thought, her mind was uncontrollably constructing a worst-case scenario where this was all some sort of test.

For about twenty seconds all she could do was stare blankly at Saatynn, trying to keep her breathing steady.

“I transferred to this ship with the impression my specific expertise would be more useful here than where I was previously assigned. Was this assessment accurate?”

~€> Ensign T’Mor, Science

“You are correct, Ensign.” Saatynn said.

LtJg Saatynn

After another sip of tea, T’Mor responded,

“This ship’s facilities will be more than sufficient for continuing my personal research. However, it is my primary duty as an officer to see to the needs of the department and command staff. What needs should I anticipate, and be prepared for?”

~€> Ensign T’Mor, Science