Subject: FRONTIER: More arrivals
Captain's Ready Room (or should that be cupboard )
[Captain, the Chief Engineer and Counselor have been beamed aboard.]
"Excellent. Have them report here as soon as they've settled in."
He couldn't quite fathom out how she dealt with calling her husband
'sir' and 'Captain'. But then some people could switch between being
an officer and being a friend, even a spouse, with little difficulty.
It was something he could never quite master, and he could see now
why Starfleet had kept them split up - to avoid such confusions. So
why now was she assigned as his First Officer?
Questions with barely-formed answers. They would have to wait.
Sarah Elliot entered the Ready Room with something of an apprehensive
Ramsay noted she still was wearing standard-issue Starfleet uniform.
"Haven't you had time to change yet?" he asked.
She looked at him curiously, then back at her uniform. "I never use
the replicators for clothing... Captain." As Will watched, her
uniform seemed to liquify, changing colour as he watched. After about
thirty seconds, it was identical in all respects to the standard dark
blue jumpsuits. Except...
"I think you'll find that you'll be wearing four pips not six. I take
it you're some sort of shapechanger then?"
Two of the pips submerged themsleves into nothingness. "Yes, sir. It
takes me a while to get the uniforms right." Her tone was reminiscent
of Houston's, conveying an aura of strangeness. Outwardly a very good
imitation of a human. "This whole affair seems to confuse me a great
deal. But I'm confident that I'll be able to do my job to the
Ramsay had numerous questions to ask. "I'm afraid I don't have very
much experience with your particular species. Would you care to tell
"I cannot give you any more than I already know." A smile tugged at
her lips. "But I believe that should be sufficient."
For the next half hour Ramsay listened attentively to the engineer's
account of her life so far. He learned that she was in fact female,
although it was quite possible for her to take on masculine forms.
She had been raised with humans and after a time had learned many of
their behavioural traits as well as working on a particular human
form she found herself to be comfortable with. Her natural form was a
puddle of slushy goo, and she had to return to that state for a
'sleep cycle' every 16 to 18 hours.
"Well, that was very informative. Thank you, LtCmdr Elliot."
She left and almost a minute later the chime rang again.
"Come." He looked up and saw a Klingon woman striding in.
Will was not sure what to say. A Klingon counselor?
"Captain." she said formally. "I have been assigned as ship's
counselor. Also you will note my additional role of Tactical
Ramsay checked the files and yes, she was absolutely correct. Not
only that, she was highly recommended as Counselor. Granted her
approach would be perhaps a little different, but he could see the
logic. He noted that although she had changed into a standard
jumpsuit, it was adorned with itmes of clearly Kilgon origin. Now
there wasn't really a problem with this, since guidelines
specifically allowed Klingons to wear such items as long as it didn't
interfere with their work.
He began tenatively. "Counselor K'Ich Pa, I'd be interested to know what
kind of technique you use in treating people's problems. However, since
it's not an official concern, an informal report would be a nice
proposition. As long as you help them, I don't see what difference it
makes. You might also be interested to know we have a Betazoid doctor
on board, who may be of some assistance to you." He paused, looked at
her expression, then added, "I apologise. I'm just not used to this
at all. Any questions before you go on duty?"
"None, Captain." she said smoothly. "I'm sure you'll find my report
"Thank you. Dismissed." replied Will, his mind still reeling a
little. Now, if someone would just send them a flight control
officer, things could be underway in no time.
[Captain] William Ramsay, CO FRONTIER
Sam M. Edwards