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[Sheng-ji 0]

Lt.(Jg.) Sheng-ji Marish

AENG | USS Reaent

SD 0501.05

 

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Sheng-ji sat to the side of engineering at a consol working by himself, running dynamic simulations of how to expose a Romulan warbird for her sheath of energy. It wasn;t nearly as easy as it sounded.

 

He tapped away, looking busy as ever. But he could feel it: the look of the other crewmen on his back, looking at the ears, the claws—and fangs had he been smiling.

 

Humans, he had decided, for all their benevolence, were still something of racists. They feared, or at least were overtly curious to the point being of irritatingly so, any race that deviated from their humanoid norms.

 

He’d scene it as a cadet, and continued to see it here on the Reaent. Normally he’d ignored it, but lately, the certain and annoying stares from the junior officers was really starting to annoy him. It was probably nothing, and he should let it go by the way side. But somehow, he just couldn’t.

 

But despite that, he still had a task at hand, and he needed to concentrate solely on that task. If there were a Romulan Warbird out there, she wasn’t going to be to happy to see two Federation vessel in the neutral zone. At that was never a good thing when the point-ears weren’t happy.

 

He rubbed his eyes, as he took a momentary rest from the simulations and mathematical equations. This was more along his lines of work, than replacing a light fixture in a science bay, but still it was taxing, and he was beginning to show the signs of a tired, overworked young officer. Which could only mean one thing—after another cup of strong coffee—he’d be ready for another 16 hours of work.

 

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