"Smarty-Pants'd Vulcans"

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"Smarty-Pants'd Vulcan"

Office of Adm. Brandon Smith

June 6, 2154 - 1300 hours

 

"Smith to Admiral Forrest. Admiral, can I speak with you for a moment."

 

His commbage beeped. "Admiral, I was just down at SCE, I'll be up to your office shortly."

 

Admiral Maxwell Forrest entered the office. He was a man of average build, and his hair was slowly turning gray, sorrounding a small bald area.

 

"Max...There's something that's been bothering me and my officers, and I think it's about time we did something about it."

 

Forrest sat down in the chair on the opposite side of Adm. Smith's extremely cluttered desk. "What's the problem?"

 

Smith shuffled in his seat. "I was reviewing the format and specifications of the upgraded science station that we're adding to the Challenger. To lighten my workload, I've put Lieutenant Decker in charge of seeing that the necessary installations are made. But anyways...As I was reviewing the specifications I notieced one thing."

 

"What was that?"

 

"The one thing I noticed was that the sole purpose of this upgrade that Command wanted me to oversee, was to help our science crews to become self-sufficient from the Vulcans...So I add two science stations to the aft consoles...and then they want to load the consoles with Star Charts and put another Vulcan in that seat! Now I know you're doing the assignments for the senior officers...Right?"

 

"Yes...You're right."

 

"Good...Then here's what I have to say...Consider it a sort of ultimatum...You can put one as Chief Engineer, you can put one as the Doctor or the Helmsman...Hell...You can even throw one in the Exec's chair, but I don't want a damn Pointy-Ear'd Smarty-Pants'd Vulcan as the Chief of Science. The Captain's need to learn how to use the star charts without a Vulcan looking over their shoulder...All I ask is that you give it a thought..."

 

"I will Brandon...I'll see what I can do."

 

Forrest rose from the chair and exited the office.