By Christina Moore
“Relax, Ensign,” said the captain. “You’ll do fine.”
“Thank you, ma’am,” the new communications officer replied. “Um… Is it true that the officer this ship is named for knew almost forty languages?”
The captain smiled and leaned closer. “It’s rumored that by the time she retired, she knew fifty,” she said.
The ensign looked to the console before her. “I’ve got some pretty big shoes to fill, as they used to say on Earth.”
“So doesn’t everyone who serves aboard this ship,” said the captain. “Welcome aboard the U.S.S. Uhura.”