Engineer's Log, Stardate 2259.05.

I have just settled into my quarters aboard the USS Enterprise. Currently I have yet to get to know my direct supervisor, a human by the name of Scott, but by all accounts of the Enterprise's maiden voyage he is considered a brilliant, if slightly unorthadox, engineer. The stories of what he had done to Admrial Archer's beagle were what I thought were urban legend back at the Academy, but apparently they are either true or he has done little to dispel them.

I have not had a chance to meet any of the other crew either, who after their last mission are considered something of heroes in Starfleet apart from the ship's doctor Leonard McCoy. He was the first of the crew to learn about my condition, and I'm not sure if he is going to pass that knowledge onto Captain Kirk or not. So far I have managed to keep it quiet and thankfully previous medical staff were able to help me with that once they understood the situation exactly. How my life aboard the Enterprise will change if the true nature of Trill life were to become widely known is something I would rather not explore right now.

The ship is nearly ready, and if needed I think we could probably leave spacedock now. Granted some of the amenities that Starfleet vessels have been known for might not be fully functional, but having spent time on Klingon vessels I am well aware that suriving deep space flight is possible without air condition and a working 3 dimensional chess board. The replicators have a habit of... what's the word in English... lij? No, that's Klingon. They break a lot.

Still we should be ready for launch and I'm looking forward to it.

End log.