Lieutenant Nyota Uhura

“No, no—” Jim shook his head, coffee in hand. It was a full three hours before their shift was due to begin. “I… need to catch up on my supplemental logs. You’re free to stay if you like.” 

“But Lieutenant- tell me– we’ve got a couple of hours til your duty shift. What— what brought you up here so early?” 

Uhura laughed and tapped her earpiece.  “I’m listening, Captain.  There’s a lot of subspace chatter that is tuned out in a routine day to make room for the more important things.  But if you filter through all of it, you can sometimes make out bits of interested...well, gossip basically.  I’m also relearning a lot of Orion slang because the rate at which their language develops is actually fascinating.”  It was particularly due to them being a slaving culture and kidnapping a lot of different species and adopting bits into their language- you could always tell the other dominate species in a sector of space by the vernacular of the resident Orions.  

Pavel Chekov can be a graceful man. When he’s running as fast as he can through the ship, he can dodge and weave his way through the crowds with an admirable amount of skill. But dancing, that was not a skill in the young navigators repertoire. He had all the grace of a newly born foal trying to walk, and he seemed to know it, if his reaction to getting caught in the act was any indication.

“Um, how long have you been there?”

“Oh, long enough.”  Uhura replied as she righted Pavel with a smile.