Shocking discoveries

Posted on Sat Apr 9th, 2011 @ 8:33pm by Lieutenant JG Nessa Jenarian

"Computer, begin recording personal log. Chief science officer, USS Endeavour, Lieutenant Junior Grade Nessa Jenarian," the young science officer stated while pacing around in her own quarters. It had been a few days since she had been released from sickbay and the lack of anything to actually do was starting to feel like it would drive her up the wall. There was one thing that kept bugging her ever since the day she had been promoted and her thoughts kept drifting toward it, effectively distracting her. The captain had spoken privately with the EMH. She had pretended to work on the report for Starfleet while watching the two out of the corner of her eye. They had been looking toward her while talking in what appeared to be a hushed voice.

"I wondered if it was somehow related to the injuries I sustained. If the captain feels that I am unfit for duty, though, there wouldn't have been the need for secrecy... or promoting me in the first place. Then I thought it was that Starfleet had sent someone higher ranked to take over my position as chief science officer," she spoke out loud, effectively recording her thoughts in the personal log, having completely forgotten that she had actually started that in the first place. Nessa gave a sigh and moved to sit on her bed, gazing out in front of her for a moment before continuing to muse out loud, "After the discussion, Nina came over and took some blood and tissue samples supposedly for tests. Yet, there really was no need for her to do so, she had already told me I was recovering fine and would be cleared for light duty in a couple of days."

Nessa's hand lifted to her head, brushing out an errant lock of hair away from her face. It didn't make sense at all, so that's why she had gone to sickbay the day after she had been released to make the same tests herself. While she wasn't a medic, she had received some medical training in the academy. "It was a bit of a surprise to find out that I am effectively one quarter vulcan, especially considering how our species have plenty of trouble when it comes to reproducing normally. I'd think my aunt would have mentioned that I have a vulcan grandmother or grandfather. Come to think of it, she never actually talks about my grandparents, which is strange to say the least," her thoughts were going toward their inevitable conclusion.

"After all, if anything, she loves talking about my parents practically all the time. Would have been a nice thing to mention... I mean really, how hard can it be to say oh, and by the way, your grandmother was a vulcan or something along those lines?" Nessa gave a sigh and looked toward the floor with a bit of a frown. The captain had appeared a little worried. Or at least that's how it seemed from her point of view, but she couldn't figure out why. She laid back in the bed, her eyes gazing at the ceiling above her as her thoughts continued coming in the form of words, "Thing is... Starfleet should have known as well. After all, they do all kinds of tests upon joining the academy, and they didn't even ask about it. That's a bit weird, come to think of it. Then again, I don't really understand what's to be worried about. It's not like vulcan-human hybrids are dangerous or anything. One would think it would be even less so with someone who is only one-fourth vulcan."

Nessa's eyes slowly closed and she drifted off to sleep, her mind still trying to figure out the problem she was facing. The computer continued waiting for input for another half hour before the recording software timed out after receiving no verbal input and stored the created file. The next morning would spell even more frustration for the young science officer. The reason for the captain's discussion with the EMH would soon manifest itself with Nessa's partially vulcan brain going into the first stages of Pon Farr during her fitful sleep.