Assignment Received By Ensign V'Tresh V'Tresh looked out over the foggy San Francisco Bay and sighed. She had finally received word from the Starfleet dispatch office on the posting that she had requested, aboard the USS Avalon. She was to be an assistant science officer, a post that she knew that she would excel in, judging from her high marks in the training simulators. She took a seat in one of the large, overplushed chairs in the busy Academy lobby and activated the PADD that contained the specs on the modified Intrepid-class vessel. The edges of her lips turned upwards into a smile. Those around her may have considered the brief facial expression to be incongruous on the young Vulcan's face, but the wisest of them may have correctly assumed that she was a V'tosh Kat'ur, or literally, 'Vulcan without logic". Ah, how she loathed the spiteful term that the Seleyan elders had assigned to the small group of Vulcans that chose not to purge their emotions, but rather to blend logic and emotion into one, controlled discipline. The others' opinions of her was of little consequence to her. She'd be who she was. She didn't care for the Vulcan purists' attitude that she was a second-class citizen; of that much she was certain. The woman looked again at the Golden Gate Bridge in its blanket of precipitation and wondered about what was to come aboard her first posting... =END LOG= OOC> Sorry if this is a little lame... first one. Bio to come. :) --------------------------------- Yahoo! Music Unlimited - Access over 1 million songs. Try it free.