"A Flight to Remember"
Kelsi was in her office when the door chime rang. "Who is it?" she asked. "It's Sharpay," the voice on the other side said. "Come In, Sharpay," Kelsi said.
The door slid open, revealing Sharpay. "Kelsi, do you have a moment?" she asked. "For one of my friends…or the elder sister of my boyfriend…I have all the time in the world," Kelsi said. "Please have a seat."
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about," Sharpay said as she sat down on the couch next to Kelsi. "As one widow to another, I wanted to congratulate you on moving on."
"Oh, that's right," Kelsi said. "Your boyfriend, Zeke Baylor, died on the Truman." "Yeah," Sharpay said, sadly. "He used to make the most wonderful crème brulee you could imagine."
"Sharpay, it's all right that you miss Zeke, but it's time you too move on," Kelsi said. "But, Kelsi, there are so few relationship-minded people on this ship," Sharpay said. "Then, I have an idea," Kelsi said. "With the stage production you are putting on soon, there is hope that the reign of terror Nero brought to us will soon be forgotten. There is a Federation News Service reporter coming aboard to cover the rehearsals in a few days that you might be interested in."
"What can you tell me about him?" Sharpay said. "Well, his name is Peyton Leverett," Kelsi said. "The FNS sent me his profile. That was so I can best get to know him prior to his coming aboard."
"Did you say Peyton Leverett?" Sharpay said. "Yeah," Kelsi said as she handed Sharpay a personal display device. "Why did you ask?"
"My mother and his mother were in the Academy together," Sharpay said as she looked over the profile. "I'm just surprised he didn't enter the Academy too."
"Well, as I said, he should be aboard in a couple of days," Kelsi said. "His transport should arrive at Regula I by the time we're done with our survey of the Mutara Nebula."
Sharpay handed the device back to Kelsi. "Thanks, Kels. If this works, I owe you one," Sharpay said. "We're friends, Sharpay," Kelsi said. "Helping each other out is just what friends do."
"True," Sharpay said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm due on the Bridge." Sharpay stood from the couch and left Kelsi's office.
Counselor's Personal Log, Stardate 2258.6263. Since Ryan and I became lovers, I have been dreading the possibility of Ryan asking me to have sex with him. This is because other Starfleet officers I met while helping Commander Spock's future duplicate start New Vulcan told me that having children while on active duty is a risky proposition at best.
However, I decided to head off the possibility. That is why I have started visiting Dr. McCoy for birth control treatments. This early in my career—especially with such an important responsibility as I have with regard not just to the crew of the Enterprise but to Admiral Piper and the rest of Starfleet—having children is quite simply out of the question.
Hopefully, with that in mind, I will be ready when Ryan and I do decide to make love. End entry.
As Kelsi finished recording that entry, her door chime rang. "Who is it?" she asked. "It's Commander Spock," the voice on the other side said.
"Oh, Commander. Please come in," Kelsi said. The door slid open, revealing Spock-hands clasped behind his back. As he walked in, Kelsi smiled. "Would you like something to drink?" she said. "Some Altair Water, please," Spock said as he sat down on the couch.
"One cup of Altair Water, chilled to 10 degrees Centigrade and one cup of chamomile tea, heated to my specifications," Kelsi said to the food synthesizer. The two cups resolved on the pad. Handing the water to Spock, Kelsi took a sip of her tea.
"This is a surprise, Commander. What brings you down here?" Kelsi said. "It is a matter of a…personal…nature," Spock said. "I will, of course, require absolute secrecy."
"In this office, all is silence," Kelsi said. "Thank you," Spock said. "So, what's on your mind?" Kelsi said. "My pon farr is coming," Spock said. "And with the near-extinction of the Vulcan race due to Nero, there are very few un-bonded Vulcan women of marriageable age remaining. However, there is a human woman on this ship I have feelings for. I just wish to know how to pursue her."
Kelsi knew of the Vulcan mating urge courtesy of her time helping to found New Vulcan, but also realized why Spock requested absolute secrecy in his meeting her.
"May I ask of whom do you speak?" Kelsi asked. "Let us just call her 'Star,'" Spock said. "Well, this…'Star'…seems like a person who you have known for a while," Kelsi said. "Yes," Spock said. "I have known her since my time as a teacher at Starfleet Academy."
"Well, there are three key points in courtship rituals amongst humans," Kelsi said. "First, learn about your target's interests and either respect them if they do not interest you or enjoy them if they do."
"That is quite logical," Spock said. "The second key is remembering key moments in her life—such as birthdays, anniversaries and the like," Kelsi said. "This shows that you are respectful about your partner's past and are interested in building a future with her."
"Again, a logical approach," Spock said. "And third—most important—is that when you wish to initiate a mating ritual, be mindful of certain traditions regarding such actions," Kelsi said. "Some culture believe in not engaging in sexual intercourse until marriage, while others simply see marriage as the, ahem, 'logical' next step in a relationship that has reached that plateau."
"A prime example of IDIC," Spock said. "Thank you, Kelsi. You have been most helpful." "I aim to please, Spock," Kelsi said. "If you wish to talk again, my door is always open."
Spock nodded, then stood and left Kelsi's office. "Computer, access the linguistic database and list any and all translations of the word 'Star' that can be used as proper names," Kelsi said.
When the computer mentioned "Nyota," the Swahili word for star, Kelsi gasped. "Computer, are there any individuals on board this ship with the name 'Nyota?'" she asked, fully aware of the possible answer.
"Affirmative," the computer said. "There is one individual with that name: Lieutenant Nyota Uhura, chief communications officer."
Kelsi found herself reaching for the communications control on her desk. However, she reached out with her right hand and slapped her left hand. "I promised Spock that I would respect his request for total secrecy, and I shall do so," she thought.
Next time, Taylor McKessie takes center stage.