Posted by Crewman Eldorin Asam (Engineering Officer) in Medical with.... the Captain?
He had intended to keep his ‘real’ self secret, his wife too but she was in boot camp at the moment. Starfleet were accommodating but skeptical. He claimed to be an alien but looked like them, passed as them, and he wasn’t infiltrating them? He was… a refugee? He had lived in Ireland for nearly 2 centuries, living through the Eugenics Wars into World War 3, having only left after losing his son and returning to see Humanity taking their first lurches into space as his people had centuries ago. It was a difficult time to be sure, and the Vulcan influence dampened Humanity’s natural curiosity which led to them chafing under the partnership.

He wasn’t surprised that he was seen skeptically but it took him offering to simply serve, not as a lieutenant, not a general, not an admiral, but just as a Crewman. One condition though, he wanted to pass as human. To not be seen as different, and as such he made sure Starfleet agreed to treat his files as just some bloke from Belfast, any medical checks by a person who is in the ‘know’ hence his first assignment to a ship with a doctor for a Captain.

He waited outside of the Captain’s office, a strange sight for a crewman in engineering to be waiting for the Captain, but few questioned it as he rang the bell.

–Eldorin, Engineering–

Marceau was known to be a kind and friendly Captain. On Sojourner, a new crew member, enlisted, officer, high or low rank, outside the Captain’s office was hardly an odd sight. No one would question somebody new meeting Marceau.

“Enter,” came a heavily accented French voice. The ready room was small, more a space at the back of the bridge than a true office, but Marceau had made it his own.

On his desk was a french flag in a desk-sized flag stand, sat next to a snow globe of a city with the name “Marseille” inside the globe. On the wall was a painting of the city labelled the same. The desk was otherwise neat and tidy.

A bookshelf nearby was filled with books. Mostly medical texts, but a few fictional books were scattered throughout. It looked as though, despite the neatness of the rest of the office, books were pulled out and put back somewhat haphazardly, as though someone didn’t have much time and found themselves hastily replacing them frequently.

The man sat behind a desk, his curly brown red hair somewhat unruly, frowning at the workstation. When Eldorin entered, Marceau looked up and smiled what looked like a thin, stressed smile.

His eyes were friendly though, wrinkling slightly as he smiled. He’d have fishermen’s eyes when he was old. Creased from smiling. “*Bonjour, Monsieur… Asam? Yes?” He smiled again and stood, reaching a hand across the desk. He was a somewhat lanky man of five feet eight inches, but well built, with light green eyes.

~ Capt Renault