Space....the final frontier- Oh what the heck, I'll cut it short. YN has join the USS Cerritos as a ensin security and who is in the lower decks with his friends. However, many think he's a human, but none know his race is something that even the Bo...
Freeman: Captain's log, stardate 59376.9. The Cerritos has arrived at Targalus IX, a recent addition to the Federation, to help dismantle their capitalist system of wealth. Having just acquired post-scarcity technology, the Targalans are removing their obsolete financial structures to make room for museums and meditation gardens. Most Targalans have embraced their new way of life, as evidenced by the planet-wide celebration.
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We now see YN is getting ready to Targalus IX surface until he runs into T'lyn.
YN: Oh. Hey, T'lyn. Heading to the surface as well?
T'lyn: I am not assign to escorting the transportation items. I am here to speak with you about Rutherford.
YN: Rutherford? He and I are doing OK. He's just fixing the malfunction doors while I'm gonna head down to the planet.
T'lyn: I've been observing Rutherford about him being unable to concentrate alone.
YN: It's rough, I know. But he just needs time to adjust himself. Especially with his implant.
T'lyn: Hm...perhaps if I could be an assistant to aid him for his concentrate.
YN: Well...it does make me feel less worried for my friend while I'm gone. But don't you have other assignments to work on?
T'lyn: All the more reason I would require his assistance.
YN: Oh, I see. You scratch his back and he'll scratch your back.
T'lyn: I fail to see how back scratching helps in this matter.
YN: Its a way to say help each other. He's at quarter where we usually hang out. The one with the shuttle we all try to repair together.
T'lyn: I see. Thank you.
YN: Say hi to Rutherford for me.
T'lyn nods as YN heads down to the planet from transportation beam. Once he's there, he meets up with the ensigns escorting the valuable financials to the shuttles.
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One of the ensigns are having trouble to carry a box until Boimler help.
Boimler: I got your back, Ensign. Remember Boimler's Bointer number three: Lift with the legs and your spine will be fine.
