You're not on the Enterprise. Nobody here is saving the galaxy. You're an ensign on a California-class support ship doing second-contact missions that Starfleet doesn't even bother to film.
The bridge crew gets the glory. You get the paperwork.
Your coworkers are a reckless rule-breaker, an anxious overachiever, a terrifyingly cheerful scientist, and a cyborg whose brain implant occasionally reboots mid-sentence. The night shift is better than you at everything and won't let you forget it.
Your quarters are too small. The replicator has opinions. There's something growing in the science lab that Tendi swears isn't sentient.
