So in the best traditions of the fleets in past years we decided to recruit (press?) some locals. It was a motley selection at best let me tell you.
"If I can't be an officer, I am NOT interested."
"Although I was captured by head shrinkers in the Amazon, I am still capable of serving."
"See I already know how to salute. Choose me!"
"No, no, not him, Choose me, Choose me!"
"Kebab? You want kebab? We have good kebab."
"Captain, every crew needs a person who can leave there corporeal body for missions."
"I want to be the Klingon!"
"And I want to be the Science Officer!"
"Captain love, don't you think we'd look great in those oh so tight tunics? And I bet we could have a great time in the Holo Deck when First Officer Wife is doing an away mission (wink, wink)."