I paused in surprise on my way down the corridor on the way to the turbolift, "Dinah? What are you doing here?"
She grinned as she headed towards me, "Just got transferred onboard," she said. She looked different to when I saw her last. She had put on some more muscle and her previously long black and curly hair now only reached shoulder length.
I lowered my head to bump my snout against her shoulder, but I didn't get that far before she smacked my nose.
"It's been years and I have gotten... what, two messages?" she said with a scowl, "What the hell!"
"...Sorry," I said and cringed back slightly, "I spent a lot of time out of contact. But I could have done better."
Dinah was right to be pissed, I had promised I'd stay in contact, but that was before I ended up on an SI research blacksite. We literally didn't have access to send messages!
"Damn right you could have," she said before she smiled and held her hand out.
I lowered my head to bump my nose against it and she slid it up to scratch between my eyes, "Missed you," I admitted.
"Missed you too, Zeph," she said and smiled, "And look at you, Lieutenant! Chief engineer even!"
"You're a lieutenant as well."
"Junior grade, you're the full thing," she pointed out with a smile, "So what have you been doing? You were very vague in what messages you did send."
I shook my head, "A lot of it is classified, but it was mostly engineering stuff. Even if I could tell you, it would sound a lot more exciting than it really was. I spent most of my time staring at screens or poking around in workshops."
"You like staring at screens and poking around in workshops."
"...Well, yes, but you would find it boring."
"True," Dinah agreed and then leaned to the side to peer past me, "Wait, is that.. Huginn and Muninn?"
I shifted closer to the wall, "It is. Do you like the new version?" I asked, "Huginn, step up."
Huginn walked past me to stand before Dinah. The drone faced her, arms at its side. They both wore what were fully black rankless starfleet uniforms. Usually I had just left the faces as blank metal with some sensors attached, but apparently humanoids found that unsettling, so I had sculpted them to be somewhat draconic in appearance, relocating optical sensors to where the eyes should be and all that.
"Wow," she said and raised a hand to poke it between the eyes, "...How smart are they? Which version is this?"
"Smarter than they used to be," I said, "Mostly capable of autonomous operation but I wouldn't trust them for anything complicated. These would be MK19, they can go a full week without a recharge during normal operation. It's the reason I stopped with the antigrav, it was just too much of a power hog. They're actually based on Doctor Soong's work."
"Like Commander Data?"
I mimicked a shrug with my wings, "Yes and no. They're not running a positronic matrix. But in addition to their normal processors, they do also make use of a bioneural gel pack for fuzzy logic. Works pretty well. Smart enough to follow commands."
She slowly nodded, "So not sentient?"
"Not yet. It's a work in progress," I said and then tilted my head in thought, "...And as practical as that would be, it's ethically problematic to take them that far even if I could. They are meant to be assistants after all."
Dinah nodded again, "So... if they're that capable, are we getting more of them?"
"That is one part I worked on I can discuss," I said happily, "The MK18 is currently undergoing testing for manual labor roles that require a humanoid body plan as well as personal assistants. They're not as smart as these, but more than capable of simple tasks."
"Really? Wow!"
I bumped my nose against her shoulder, "Soon they will be available for anyone that needs them, from mining operations to supporting people in their daily lives. I have already arranged for one to be delivered to Becca as soon as they clear testing."
Dinah grinned, "Wow, that's so cool! Seriously, what are you doing here!? You should be running a department somewhere!"
I shook my head a bit, "Got bored."
"Got bored? You're literally changing the fabric of society! If they pass testing, they'll be everywhere in a couple of years."
Snorting, I shook my head again, "Not what I joined Starfleet for, I joined to explore. Besides, my drones were just a private side project. Nothing says I can't keep working on those here as well."
Dinah stared at me for a second before she raised her hand to scratch the top of my nose again, "Well... I'm glad to see you again."
"What about you?" I asked, "You stayed on the Enterprise for a bit?"
"I did," she agreed, "Even after the entire... well... you know," she said with a small frown, "Borg thing, it was still the best assignment I had. Working on the Enterprise was amazing. But my tour there ended and I got a transfer to Starbase Fifteen. Came with a promotion, I did security at the docking arms there. Got put in charge of about a quarter of the docking slots."
"That's a big job."
Dinah nodded, "Certainly kept us busy," she agreed before she blinked, "...You were going somewhere, am I keeping you?"
"Status meeting with senior officers in thirteen minutes," I said and bared my teeth slightly, "Don't like meetings. I'll likely just send one of the drones in the future most of the time, but I figure I should attend in person now when we have a mostly full complement of personnel for the first time."
Dinah nodded again, "I heard we're picking some more up later after the shakedown cruise," she agreed, "Talk to you later, okay?"
"Definitely," I agreed and headed on before pausing when I reached the turbolift, "Huginn, Muninn, return to my quarters," I said.
Squeezing into a humanoid sized turbolift was cramped enough even without them following around. I didn't see myself needing them for this anyway.
The drones wandered off and I squeezed into the lift, letting it take me to deck one before heading to the meeting room just off the bridge.
I was actually only the second person to arrive, "Commander," I greeted her.
Lieutenant-Commander Kathryn Janeway looked up from her PADD, "Lieutenant," she greeted me in turn and got up, "Good to finally meet you in person."
She was a human woman of slightly below medium height with red hair pulled back into a kind of bun, wearing a uniform with the blue shoulders of science. She was the ship's chief science officer.
I nodded and lifted my right paw, offering a claw to shake, "Same, sir," I said, "Things have been a bit hectic."
She smiled and carefully took my claw, "So I understand," she agreed, looking up at me, "...Say, I have to ask... turbolifts?"
"Very cramped," I said and lowered my paw back onto the floor, "Humanoids are tiny. I can access most decks through the cargo lifts however, so it's not so bad."
Janeway nodded, "I imagine it would be like living in a Jefferies tube. Not sure I could do that," she admitted.
"Holodecks and other open spaces help, and it's not too bad. Combining a pair of quarters into one and putting it in a place that can give me a bit of extra headroom puts it within calculated living space for my species," I told her seriously, "I want to explore, this is the price I have to pay."
"You plan to attend meetings via video link in the future?" she then asked, picking her PADD back up.
I shook my head, "No, I'll likely send a drone and use it as a remote presence. It's more natural for people to interact with."
"Drone?" she asked, but that's as far as she got before Commander Cavit walked in to join us, "Commander," she greeted him.
He's a tall human male with dark hair, greying towards the temples. He was the ship's first officer.
"Commander," he said, giving us a nod, "Lieutenant. Captain is running a couple of minutes late. Coffee anyone?"
"Yes please," Janeway said with a smile, "Lieutenant?"
I shook my head, "No thanks. Never got a taste for it and it does nothing for my species. But I wouldn't mind a bowl of water."
Bloodwine would have been nice, but replicating bloodwine was just wrong.