INTERFACING [Medium: Success] - A starship is a gentleman's agreement between physicists and empty space, written and signed in a thin sheet of duranium with the express purpose of keeping your tiny body and the infinite from becoming acquainted.
Thinking about actually running it as a one-on-one RPG with someone who's only tangentially familiar with Star Trek. Turns out they're a medically altered Romulan agent or something who's gotten pinged with some kind of Alien of the Week Brain Ray and is slowly learning what's up as they interact with the world and try to fit in, utterly convinced they belong on the ship or station and with no knowledge they're an interloper anyway. The only clue would be increasingly sarcastic Esprit de Corps checks over time.
ESPRIT DE CORPS [Hard: Success] - This man is your friend. This man is everybody's friend. What a beautiful friendship Starfleet has with all the sentient peoples of the galaxy. You're so lucky. Everybody is so lucky.
YOU - That's right. I'm a lucky ducky. Fully automated luxury gay space communism will cure all my woes. Now, about that doctor.
REACTION SPEED [Impossible: Success] - NOOOOOOOOOO. NOPE NOPE NOPE. MM-MMM. Negatory, rubber duck!
great way to have a running gag of encyclopedia being able to vomit names, dates, and factoids about something at you, but if you ask how something works it doesn't have a clue
