Ever since the last destruction upon World War III, the world had changed in its own dramatic yet predicable pattern. World War III left its own mark upon Earth as certain areas had became inhabitable for human. Nuclear warfare always left nasty aftermath upon the land, such repeated pattern was an regret upon the human history. Then again, human always move forward as the human race had raised another notch upon technology, along with the outcome of branching out into the wide universe had became unavoidable in the end. The first contact of outer life had changed the landscape of how human seen of the world, Vulcan were intelligent species as they taught human many technology. Though many questioned how the Vulcan had came to Earth, it was only whisper in the myth that a man in a blue police box had something to do with it; however, none was proven. The Starfleet had became the leading organization to seek out other life forms in the vast land of stars.
Misoto Lee was a very serious man as he was one of the leading researchers upon time travel throughout the whole United Federation of Planets. He was born in 2230 A.D. in Ireland, Earth. Most of the time he barely mention about his childhood as he often found it as a distraction toward his research, though once in a while he would let it slip. He still recalled the vast green valley rolling down a step hill, and just a little bit over the step hill was a nuclear created valley that no plants would ever grow among. Then again he would merely pointed that out he never could ran down the hills to actually enjoy the vast green land. Misoto was born under the heavy influence of nuclear practical leading his legs to never able to function properly. The wheel chair had became his best friend, though he didn't seem to mind it as he could boss everyone around to help him.
It was another day in the Starfleet Academy that is located in San Francisco, Misoto had just finish another long irritated talk with his fellow colleague upon the important calculation of nuclear input to activate the warp hole system. Well, in truth it was much like creating a worm hole that would allow two destination become connected and allow passage to travel. This was a knowledge Misoto never quite fully expressed toward his own colleague as many believe time warp was simply rippling through the fabric of universe with the speed of light to travel.
Misoto slowly rolled his wheelchair long the grounds of the academy, he barely even care of the chatter surrounding him as he simply strolled through the crowd. He only stopped once or twice to raised his stern voice to excuse the crowd in hoping to pass through. He ignored all the excitement of the academy students of the recruitment for the latest Starfleet crew - The Enterprise. After all no crew wish to have a cripple upon the dock when traveling in space. Misoto for sure didn't thought he would be halt by someone in the ranks of the captain.
"Lieutenant Lee." it was enough to make Misoto to actually gazed up and focus upon the speaker. Misoto was never a handsome man, nor he was ugly, he simply held a complex feature that always make people felt hesitate to engage a conversation. "I am here to inform your latest post, as to join the Enterprise." That certainly brought a bit shock upon Misoto as he opened his thin cracked lips a few times before speaking in his harsh voice, "Thank you, that is indeed a news to bring in odd moments, Captain." he said as he gave a nodding head as he started to stir his wheelchair back to its original destination.
It wasn't until the day had settle to night that Misoto actually did considered the words from the Captain as he gazed from his room. His eyes lingered upon the many design layouts upon his wall along with endless madness drawings of various Starfleet ship engines. Finally, his eyes settle upon a design that stood out from the other designs. It was a console pack with various buttons and gears that had contain many odd tubs in the center. It was only than Misoto faintly muttered among his empty room, "Theta."
Misoto long knew deep in his heart there was someone out there in the wild universe, someone that actually knew the truth behind every star and every culture that was beyond the United Federation of Planets's data base record. Most of the time Misoto almost felt he could felt or even daring to say taste the juicy knowledge upon the very tip of his own finger tip, though he had yet understand why he felt that way. He did know the truth behind the myth of the mad man that lead to the bond of Vulcan and human race, as he gladly illustrate the truth in depth to any willingly listen souls.
With those thoughts in mind, Misoto slowly strolled his wheelchair up toward his wall as he gazed upon the console design, he lingered smile upon his lips as he muttered gently, "Theta, where are you?" It was as if the question was answered as a pair of hand gently landed upon Misoto's shoulder. The warmth of the hands were enough indication for Misoto to gently turned his head sideways and upward as he smiled faintly. "Theta, the Enterprise had recruited me."
"I am glad, Lambda."
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