Humans always had a place in Eldorin’s heart. They were such a young species, both in how new they were to traveling the stars and their overall development as a society. It hadn’t been too long since they had so recently blown each other to smithereens in a world ending war the likes of which their planet hadn’t seen. Not that El-Auria was a peaceful one, he was in exile and had been for over 100 years on Earth because of it, but the violence and war on his home world didn’t result in Armageddon, it didn’t cause lasting health and ecological disasters, it was a more civilized brutality. With that, one might expect Eldorin to have a near Vulcan level of contempt for the humans, however he absolutely loved them. He had lived through the years leading up to WW3 and beyond, he had raised a family, he had lost his son, and yet he didn’t blame humanity for that.

He had joined Starfleet under the guise of a regular human wanting to be a crewman, wanting to experience those days working as he had back in the 1970’s and 1980’s as a mechanic on the primitive vehicles of the day. And now he was onboard a starship once more, poised to keep the bearings greased as he used to say. He approached Engineering and looked up at the warp engine, such a human design, utilitarian yet beautiful in a way before he sought out the small square shaped room located on the port side of the engine room on deck F where he knocked politely before opening the door, “Chief?”

–Eldorin Asam, Engineering–