Science - You're the ship's chief science officer

You proudly wear your blue colored uniform to signify that not only are you a part of the Massachusetts's science division, but the ship's chief science officer. In your days studying the academy, your knowledge of the physics of the universe would put some Euleri to shame. Professors noted your ability to compute some of the more complex equations in the blink of an eye without the use of a computational device. You've proven yourself time and time again by improving the sensor power efficiency and resolution in small increments before designing your own sensor dish that was several times more compact and efficient than anything ever before seen by Astrofleet.

As you approached shuttle 27183 to depart to the ship, you were greeted by a portion of your science team. The rest must already be aboard the Massachusetts since the only other blue uniforms you could find were a part of the medical division.

"Good morning, Chief!" came a familiar voice from the science team.

It was Emily. She was one of your best friends at the academy before science cadets were split up based on their academic preferences. Ever since, you've only read her name in papers about her success in the field of geology. She was just as perky and lively as you remember and her smile could still warm a broken heart. Just about the only thing that changed was her body. She had lost weight (no doubt from the academy's physical fitness) and her uniform was really showing off her new shape. At least it was new to you. It's been at least two years since you've seen her.

"Emily! Is that really you?"

"Of course it's me. Could you really forget a face like mine?"

"Not a chance. You look so much different from when I last saw you."

"Has it really been that long? Take a look for yourself at the old new me." She spun around quickly to give you a quick once around. Hopefully none of the others noticed your eyes went straight for her ass.

The uniform doesn't exactly hide erections very well, so you quickly thought up a new conversation.

"Who are we waiting for now?"

"I think," Emily started, "we're waiting on a captain of science. An Euleri, if I'm not mistaken."

"Captain? I thought I was supposed to be in charge of you."

"You are. Command just doesn't know how good you are at managing a whole Astroship science team, so they're giving you someone with experience for at least one mission. Just in case you need advice."

Great. Euleri are a notoriously intelligent species. A major downside is that they suppress any emotion and base everything on logic. They are a friendly species, but they dislike humanity's illogical nature for the most part and speak in a monotone, almost condescending tone to us.