Aiden half-jogged, half-skipped along from sickbay to the turbolift, managing to compose himself somewhat by the time he reached the bridge. He stepped out into the stunning room and stopped dead at the sight of the starscape on the viewscreen. He’d seen space before, of course, but this seemed different somehow. Shaking his head to break himself out of his daze, he took a couple more steps into the bridge and said, still somewhat breathless, “Hi! I’m Aiden, your new linguist?”

Ens. Conlon, Linguist/Comms