What 'sup, Bones?

Chapter 3

"My name is Dwayin Wright," Wright introduced himself. "Star Fleet assigned me here. I am your first officer."

"Welcome aboard the ship, commander." Sulu said, with a calm and easy going smile.

McCoy was standing there with his arms folded, a sadness about his eyes, and his mood was dark. Sulu let go of the commander's hand allowing him to walk off the transporter pad with his luggage right behind him. Nyota was by the side of Scotty, pretty faced, and bright. She was in a red uniform lacking sleeves but did have the standard issue design of the dress.

"This is Lieutenant Nyota Uhura," Sulu said, gesturing over toward Nyota. "Our communications officer."

Wright shook the hand of Nyota.

"Pleasure to meet you, Miss Uhura." Wright said.

It had been two weeks since the loss of Captain Kirk and Commander Spock.

"You too, Commander." Nyota said, shaking his hand.

They stopped shaking hands.

"And this is Doctor Leonard McCoy," Sulu said. "Chief Medical Officer."

"Nice to meet you." McCoy half grumbled and half said, not even bothering to reach his hand out.

"And this is our recently assigned science officer, Carol Marcus." Sulu said.

"Nice to meet you," Carol said with a smile. She could feel his hand was unusually cool. "Mr Wright."

"My pleasure." Wright said.

"And I am Mr Scott," Scotty said. "Lieutenant Commander Montgomery Scott."

"Nice to meet you, too." Wright said.

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There was a message that landed in his inbox.

Two days after his arrival to the Enterprise.

The captain and I are alive.

Wright thought back to the loss that the crew of the Enterprise suffered. Then he thought back to his main and upheld mission. To bring war to the Klingons that united the Romulan Empire with them to fight against the federation as a common enemy. It was his mission. They needed a inside rat to do the dirty work by getting him assigned to the one and only legendary stickler USS Enterprise. He knew this message was from the former commander Spock.

"Sorry," Wright apologized. "But the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few."

Wright hit delete.

"Or the one." Wright added, turning back toward the computer screen where his handler Tauvle was frowning right back at him.

"Have you made your assimilation?" Tauvle asked.

"Affirmative," Wright said. "They all believe I am a average day pacifist from Digsville, Idaho. A human." He took of the enlarged set of ears placing them to the side revealing his pointy ears and then took off the forehead shield protector showing the V shaped forehead. His thin eyebrows pointing upwards. were revealed. "It is all going to plan. I just need a ambush to start."

"Are your doors locked?" Tauvle asked.

"Affirmative." Wright said, with a short nod.

"If you get close to anyone, anyone, for that matter . . . " Tauvle said. "This will go to ruins."

"It will not." Wright said.

"And make sure you do not blow your cover," Tauvle said. "I worked too hard to get you in there, brother, just for you to be caught red handed."