"Bob Smith" had not been under in the same way the humans had been.  The humans, he was sure, would consider him a stowaway and a spy, but so far these humans had not encountered other space faring species. Bob Smith was not his real name his - well really its -as Bob's real name would require you to have three sets of vocal chords and understand color changes in the a range higher than human visible light.  It is a member of the Hentai species from a planet close to the galactic core.<br/><br/>The hentai were shape shifters, and, as such, were sent in as anthropologists and zoologists when the galactic confederation determined that a planet had a species able to begin inter-stellar flight within a century.  The zoologists had determined that humanity's microbes were not any threat to known species.  Humanity, however, might go either way.  Bob had been assigned to study human space exploration in earth year 1969, after the intial moon landings.  He had worked for various space agencies in various guises since.  This was, in the estimation of the confederation, the most important mission in earth exploration history.  So long as humanity stayed in their own system, no one in the confederation much cared.  However, once they left, it became a matter of intergalactic diplomacy.<br/><br/>Thankfully humanity had not discovered wormhole technology, which allowed Bob to visit his home world and report in real time.<br/><br/>Bob's implants had allowed him to fool the health monitors.  He had left them in his hibernation cube and gone into his more natural gelatinous state to wonder the ship and learn every system.<br/><br/>Bob's feeding was off.  He did not want to feed via his normal, amoeba like, absorption, as that would deplete the ships supplies.  More important, ha had not fed from emotional energy for the entire time the crew had been in stasis.  He had stored some residual supplies in the engineer section, but the same old thing all the time was getting dull.<br/><br/>He was grateful when the confederation ordered him to shift the ship's course to a confederation world.  The crew would be awakened and become excited.  It was the difference between fresh food and the freeze dried awful stuff from the early days of orbital space flight.<br/><br/>Bob's job was a support technician, working in plumbing, tubing and fuel flows.  This allowed him the run of the ship with no security issues and ensured he would be "awakened" for any problem.<br/><br/>Bob had taken his human form - completely non-discript.  He was average height, 5' 10" and average weight, 200 pounds.  He had average brown hair and brown eyes and average looks with no facial hair.<br/><br/>He was wearing his jump suit and a tool belt and began to walk toward his station, running into Lt. Ducar.  The Lieutenant was outwardly calm, but radiating the nerves anyone would in an unknown situation.  He fell into step with the Lieutenant, absorbing some of his emotional energy.  Not too tasty, from a hentai perspective, but at least it was something new.<br/><br/>"Hello Lieutenant.  Any idea what the problem would be?"<br/><br/>