Ensign T’Pon [NPC] Chief Science Officer USS Simpson NCC 60744 = Kinsi Promenade T’Pon strolled through the small arboretum on Kinsi, pretending studying the plants and trees. They were unimpressive. Kinsi was without a doubt the worst station she had ever been on. In her opinion, it was inadequate to service the needs of Starfleet. Someone had been following her and this was the real reason she had entered the arboretum. She wanted to lure her stalker into a quiet surrounding so that she could study him; the arboretum offered the perfect opportunity to do so. Thanks to her keen Vulcan hearing and through glances out of the corner of her eyes, she had been able to determine thus far that her follower was a Terran male, mid to late 20’s, of average build and height. Aware that she had momentarily slipped off his radar, she quickly ducked behind a large pot and peered over the edge. She saw him standing with his right side towards her, looking around. He was wearing a Starfleet uniform with a gold undershirt and a single gold pip on his collar, carrying a plucked red flower in his hand. She sneaked up on him with catlike grace and when she was standing directly behind him, said, “Ensign.” The man nearly jumped out of his skin, and if T’Pon weren’t an emotionless Vulcan, she would have found his reaction satisfying and amusing. “May I help you?” she asked nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow. “I… er…” he stammered. Visibly flushing and at a loss for words, he thrust the flower in her direction. “This is for you. I bought it this morning and when I saw you here on the promenade, I knew I just had to give it to you.” T’Pon took the flower and looked at it. It was a very interesting flower; she’d never seen one like it before. “Why?” she asked frankly, looking back at him. This was clearly not the reaction he expected, but he continued nonetheless. “Because it is the only thing that can come close to comparing with your beauty,” he said with a goofy grin. “Oh, my name is Luke Skywalker.” T’Pon recalled the mention of an Ensign Skywalker from a previous conversation she had with the Simpson’s Tactical Officer. “You are the Chief Flight Operations Officer on this station?” she asked. He nodded slowly, not sure where she was going with her question, but hoping they could stand beneath the trees and talk forever. He was completely delirious. “I must return to my ship, Ensign. Thank you for this flower.” For T’Pon, this was being nice. Ever since she’d sat foot on Kinsi, she had notice people acting strangely. Humans were an enigma to her to begin with, but the behaviour of these people was just far beyond the understanding of her highly advanced neocortex. “Goodbye, Ensign,” she said, turning and walking away, leaving poor Luke dazed and confused and at the same time utterly speechless as he stood and watched her. = Abp Bren =