<div class="floatleft">(http://i39.tinypic.com/33wsll2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>SO Leta "Bot" Charlaine Lister<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, 0915<br/><br/>Having examined her private dormitory thoroughly to check if there were any things that needed to be fixed and having found nothing that disturbed her pre-programmed brain, Leta walked onto the USS Zhukov's bridge, brushing her blue uniform straight with a short tug at the bottom of her shirt. The young woman had recently graduated from the Starfleet Academy and was ready for duty. Although her parents had had difficulties letting her go, they were thankful for her good education and knew she had a bright future ahead of her. Leta blinked a few times, standing in front of the gigantic window and looking at planet Earth. She had often asked herself if she was terrestrial at all, to which her family would reply with saying that planet Earth was where she belonged, which led to a lot of discussions between the three of them. They always ended with her opposing them with the fact that she had no human brain and was thus to be considered an android. That always led to painful silences, and she had only recently gotten to know those feelings. The mother instinct that drove hers to protect Leta from harm, her father's logical reasoning as she still had human organs... The emotion chip was a burden, but one she had gotten addicted to quite soon after it had been programmed as she had then, for the first time in her life, seen the beauty in the male anatomy and the use of friendship to calm the human brain after a day of long work, how stress-relieving it could be. All of that literally went through her mind in 0,89 seconds. To her, that was an eternity.<br/><br/>Leta sensed another person in the room and turned around, beginning to talk to the dark-skinned, over-all goodlooking captain. "Hello Captain," She said emotionlessly, her brain correcting her behaviour soon and forcing her to smile a bit as humans were used to doing. "It's a pleasure meeting you. My name is Leta Charlaine Lister, I have assigned for the USS Zhukov a few months ago. How do you do?" She noted and asked, her head tilted and her hands neatly folded over each other in front of her stomach, being programmed to show the "right" body language. A flash of uncomfortableness went through the android's positronic brain and made her brows furrow a bit as her smalltalk programming was still far from perfect. She made a mental note to send her programmer a note on it and needlessly ran a hand through her long blonde hair. Soon though, she heard a different voice from behind her. A deep, masculine voice filled the room and she turned around to find Lt. Comm. Kirk standing right beside her.<br/><br/>"Hello, lieutenant," Leta said instinctively and nodded to him, awaiting the captain's response and making mental notes. She loved learning about the way humans spoke to each other about unimportant matters, wanting to be able to do the same and trying to learn as much as she possibly could learn from them. "I was just thinking to myself," She paused for a breath then and sighed, like a lot of humans were used to doing. "How beautiful it is, indeed. Don't you think, captain?" Leta asked, now understanding she had answered before she had been allowed to speak, regarding the etiquette.