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Captain Ke'varr had plenty of time to familiarise himself with human facial expressions, whether it was fear, hatred and pain (which he knew almost intimately since a century ago) or happiness, dedication and love. Thus, when Jack Keiper's expression changed ever so slightly, the Captain could...

The Captain listened with more patience than he would have normally mustered had he been on a Kraekiran voidship. Kraekirans, as a culture, would spare no expense when it came to warfare and neither would they spare a thought to limiting their distribution and firepower. His yeoman, normally...

The Captain listened intently to Kimberly #49's suggestions, even though she had missed the point by a lightyear. He had asked for discussions on equipping the crew, not their ships. However, slight deviations from the topic was welcomed, as long as they were more useful than the fight they had...

"Our discussion always seemed to fly back to the fact that half the crew are mentally scarred," Captain Ke'varr said, with thinly-veiled sadness in his voice. He was leaning on his chair, something he hated for how much it favoured the humanoid back but not the Kraekiran, but it was something he...

The conference room was dead silent when things continued to spiral out of control, even when the violence and shouting match had stopped. The secondary bridge crew had leapt at the chance to make themselves useful, but with varying results. When Ensign Jack Keiper had calmly went through the...

As Jack Keiper made what appeared to be her first suggestions, her first attempt at asserting herself, Captain Ke'varr looked directly at her, the expression on his four-eyed Avian face odd; the corner of his eyes upturned, and his beak hanging loose. The Kraekiran smile, though few, if anyone...

Looking at the reaction or the lack of it on the part of the bridge crew, both primary and secondary, Captain Ke'varr could only continue to be disappointed. Starfleet had promised to give him a fine, large ship befitting a former Kraekiran admiral, only to throw him into an ill-prepared small...

Commander Bradfield had noticed Ensign Jack even during his briefing, the way she reacted to the briefing: the lack of intelligence in her eyes as her eyes went distant while he was dispensing some important information. He gritted his teeth with barely-contained anger, only to be distracted by...

"Why, thank you," Major Kira replied with a cute smile when one of the secondary bridge crew welcomed her, though she couldn't keep it up for long. Apparently, the Galorian gynoid had no idea what she had implied at all. "Just make sure you keep your necrophilia tucked away in the holodeck, and...

'I felt threatened.' Those three words had been haunting Captain Ke'varr ever since he was shuttled into Starfleet Academy. He remembered that his bunkmate had vehemently requested a transfer to another room the first thing before nightfall, on the first day. Ke'varr starred at the floor of his...

"The Captain's just finishing up orienting our new assistant counselor, I expect he'll be along in a minute," Junior Lieutenant Kimberly #49 had said. A few heads were turned in her direction. Lieutenant Krii'kii, the other Kraekiran on the ship, (who sat on the chair to the left and second...

Captain Ke'varr had been beaming as he appointed his secondary bridge crew their positions, or at least what passed for beaming in Kraekiran terms. The others probably wouldn't notice his smile, as he didn't have lips. The slight upturn in the corner of his four eyes, would no doubt be the...

"Yes captain. I'm Ensign Jack Keiper, and, if I may, I was wondering what exactly our roles would be on the Vigilance. You have a full senior staff, so why would you request junior staff?" Ensign Jack Keiper asked, and Captain Ke'varr turned to regard her with all four eyes, the red of his eyes...

When the group of secondary bridge crew officers had fallen silent over Commander Bradfield order, Junior Lieutenant Polito took the initiative and started leading them towards the Captain's ready room. Ensign Varra, in the meantime, appeared harassed as she began changing into the crewman's...

"Our executive officer may be a Zaldan, Ensign," Junior Lieutenant Kimberly #49 suggested while Commander Bradfield was having his way with Ensign Varra Orc-Kel. "Are you a Zaldan, sir? It'd be helpful in establishing the racial context for interacting appropriately with you." The Commander...

And that was when the turbolift finally reached the bridge. When the doors opened, Junior Lieutenant Robert Polito marched through, leading the group towards the Captain's ready room, hoping desperately that Commander Mercer Bradfield would not bother with him. At first, it seemed that all was...

"Has there been a breach of protocol by the commanding officers during the time of your service? Any cases of unwarranted penalty or abuse of subordinate officers? Practises not approved by Starfleet? Violation of Starfleet orders and regulations?" Junior Lieutenant had asked further. When...

The bridge was darker than it normally would be. The blinking lights and alarm indicated that it was on red alert. "Ensign Sanders! What the hell are you doing!?" a voice boomed from across the bridge. It belonged to Commander Mercer Bradfield. "I - I was just-" the ensign, supposed to be...

Just metres away from Voyager's docking port, another of the secondary bridge crew had caught up with them. Ensign Varra Orc-Kel, a rather stunning woman of the Vokkan, Junior Lieutenant Robert Polito couldn't help but to notice. But he was quick to pull back his feelings - he already had a...

"Right on the mark there, my Vulcan friend," Junior Lieutenant Robert Polito said, for the first time in quite a long while to be himself once more. Somehow, he had convinced himself that he was in control - or maybe it had something to do with the company? Their bubbly nature and optimism was...