New Ground.

[Travis Kroells 0]

"You've got to be kidding me."

 

Travis sighed as he rubbed his hand through his hair, it had grown considerable length on Denobula, much to long for his likings. But, most Denobulan men kept their hair a longer length, and Travis felt it nesicary to submerge himself in the culture. He actually groaned as he read the report again.

 

"The Vulcans and the Andorians want to put their men in the first officers seat!?"

 

The shuttle pilot chuckled.

 

"Seems so. Rumor is that, that's half the reason Starfleet brought you in. I heard people talking around that your one of the most experienced Humans when dealing in situations like this."

 

Travis sighed.

 

"They say that a Vulcans logic is absolute...except when dealing with an Andorian. No doubt Starfleet is worried that this will explode into a confrontation, the two species acusing each other of giving preferential treatment to the other. It's a little sad, the ship's more then three months away from launch, and it's already a political battle ground."

 

The pilot chuckled at Travis's delema again.

 

"Well, we're landing. Admiral Forest said he wanted to see you imidately."

 

Travis sighed, grabbing his bags and walked off the shuttle onto the dock.

 

"Great way to start my first day..."