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“I fail to understand the fundamental difference between this ambassador and any of the others to take up residence on the Enterprise.”
Jim offered her first officer an indulgent look. “The Ambassador is… unique in his work. And I hear he’s very popular with the ladies.” She gathered her hair up in a loose bun and considered it. “What do you think, Spock, up or down?”
Spock kept his face impassive. “I am hardly in a position to judge.”
“Down.” She let her hair fall over her shoulders, and took a steadying breath. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Her first officer all but sighed. “The ambassador arrives in ten minutes, Captain. Are you certain you do not wish to find some other trivial fault with your appearance once more for,” he raised an eyebrow, “‘old times’ sake’?”
“Ha ha,” she said, giving him a punch in the arm so friendly he almost winced. “We’ll make a comedian of you yet, Spock.” She froze. “Why, is there anything wrong with how I look?”
A look of all most pain crossed his face. “Mister Kyle, please find out if the ambassador is ready for beam-up.”
As the ambassador shimmered into existence on the transporter pad, Jim took a deep breath to calm the unbelievably girly nervous fluttering in her stomach. It wasn’t helped in the slightest when he turned to her and offered her a deep bow. “Captain,” he said, with a small flourish of his paw. As per his cultural traditions, one eye was hidden by a polka-dotted bandana, but the other was impossibly black and strangely compelling.
It took all of Jim’s self-control to return his bow and not, say, melt on the spot. “May I be the first to welcome you to the Federation, Ambassador Pudsey.”
Jim offered her first officer an indulgent look. “The Ambassador is… unique in his work. And I hear he’s very popular with the ladies.” She gathered her hair up in a loose bun and considered it. “What do you think, Spock, up or down?”
Spock kept his face impassive. “I am hardly in a position to judge.”
“Down.” She let her hair fall over her shoulders, and took a steadying breath. “Okay. I’m ready.”
Her first officer all but sighed. “The ambassador arrives in ten minutes, Captain. Are you certain you do not wish to find some other trivial fault with your appearance once more for,” he raised an eyebrow, “‘old times’ sake’?”
“Ha ha,” she said, giving him a punch in the arm so friendly he almost winced. “We’ll make a comedian of you yet, Spock.” She froze. “Why, is there anything wrong with how I look?”
A look of all most pain crossed his face. “Mister Kyle, please find out if the ambassador is ready for beam-up.”
As the ambassador shimmered into existence on the transporter pad, Jim took a deep breath to calm the unbelievably girly nervous fluttering in her stomach. It wasn’t helped in the slightest when he turned to her and offered her a deep bow. “Captain,” he said, with a small flourish of his paw. As per his cultural traditions, one eye was hidden by a polka-dotted bandana, but the other was impossibly black and strangely compelling.
It took all of Jim’s self-control to return his bow and not, say, melt on the spot. “May I be the first to welcome you to the Federation, Ambassador Pudsey.”
