Chapter 2: The Bridge Crew and How They Reacted
Personal log, Stardate 1263.2622. Today is my first day on duty. Today, I'll be needed on the Engineering part of the Bridge. So I'll become acquainted with most of the crew today.
Once I walked out of the turbo-lift, I saw two seats with a very pale man occupying one, and an Ensign occupying the other.
Behind them were three chairs: Counselor Troi in the left one, someone who I assumed was the Captain in the center and the First Officer in the chair on the Captain's right.
Behind those three was a tall Klingon man next to a human woman with a pixie cut pressing some buttons on a control panel. They were weapons and security, as I remembered from the Academy.
Upon my arrival, the Captain, Jean-Luc Picard stood up. He was mildly short, like me, but he stood taller in away. He wore a red uniform and so did the First officer.
He nodded in my direction and introduced himself.
"If you'll just make your post, Lieutenant...?"
"Lieutenant Sarin, sir," He nodded and motioned to the Klingon man behind him. By this time, the rest of the crew on the Bridge had noticed me, and some shot me. They must think I'm Romulan...
As I walked by the Klingon, he stared me down. This must be Lieutenant Worf... I thought. He had lost his parents to Romulans, I knew that. Just some late-night research.
"May I help you?" I asked politely as he stared me down. He glared and muttered.
"Die," I stepped away a bit, and told him what I really was.
"I am Vulcan, you must be mistaken." Worf stepped back and muttered something about me having work to do. I step forward toward the computer, which is now speaking.
"Sarin, Vulcan," it said. I jump a bit.
"Yes..." I muttered. "That is true."