[Reading from the Bridge] -- [Open]

[kirktastic]

Kirk had received a message from the bridge as he raced towards Bones' office with Anna. It was the results of not only the final geological scans of the planet below, but... something even more important

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[just_uhura]

Although it wasn't technically her shift, Nyota found herself drifting closer and closer to the Bridge, desperate to get back to work. The past few days had been filled with people telling her not to strain herself, to take a day or two off to recover. From what, a broken arm? She'd had far worse, and would again. But the backlog of work and reports she had to complete had made her concede defeat and take the half shifts.

Throwing caution to the wind and deciding that if whoever had the conn didn't want her around could dismiss her themselves, she stepped into the turbolift and continued the one flight up to the Bridge. The first thing she heard was an odd-- wait, was that singing? She knew the Enterprise was doing scans of the planet below, but contact?

She swiftly moved forward to her console and rested a hand on George's shoulder, giving him a warm smile as she took the ear piece and ordered the message to replay. While she had every faith in his abilities, if there was contact going on she wanted to be there, hear it for herself. She was so focused on the fascinating noises -- as if a long, high note was being sung yet hummed at the same time -- that it took her a moment to realize there was another officer beside him. At the Science station. That was Spock's station, and as she straightened up and took a look at the woman she realized that this was Spock. Only a little different. So this was the female Spock who had arrived while she was away.

"Commander," she greeted, mentally kicking herself for being so focused on the transmission she'd forgotten her professionalism. "I apologize."

[science_blues]

Spock arched a brow as the woman dismissed the blonde man who'd been seated there prior. Her displacement of the officer on duty indicated a familiarity with the station, her rank was delineated on her collar. Lieutenant.

"Lieutenant Uhura, I presume?" Spock prompted and the sounds shifted through a minor fall before lifting and repeating sequence. Spock's distraction from the woman brought her back on task and she folded her hands behind her back. "Can you decipher this linguistic structure and respond in kind?"

[just_uhura]

She gave an affirmative nod, watching with just slight curiosity as she stood straight with her hands behind her back. It was so strange; she was exactly like the Spock she knew, only female. Idly she noted that Spock was attractive in any gender, but now was clearly not the time to dwell on the similarities between them.

Nyota turned her head back to the console, leaning over George to tap in a brief command. "It's nothing recognizable," she admitted. While she knew there were languages - spoke a few of them - that relied less on words and more on the simple sounds, she wasn't familiar with this one, and took a little selfish comfort in the fact that neither was the computer. This was something new altogether and it was thrilling. She hadn't had a linguistic challenge like this in a while. "But give me a few minutes, I can work something out. The sound pattern-- the way it dips a little at the end. It sounds like a greeting to me."