“Incoming transmission: its the I.K.S. Proh’ange”
Message: “This is the Proh’hange, one to transport…”

K’sang adjusted the Baldric draped over his shoulder one last time before looking at the transporter officer, “Er’ohl, how do you say NuqDaq ‘oH puchpa’’e’ again?”
Shaking her head, Er’ohl smirked, “Hab SoSlI’ Quch, Duras”
Before K’sang could reply, the transporter pad activated and left the world he knew behind. “Nuqjatlh?” he replied a moment too late as he stared blankly at this… human. Good start, he thought as he quickly gathered his wits, “Cadet K’sang reporting for duty”

“Well, I’d suggest you put your hands down at your side when addressing the CO Cadet… and maybe not question what someone said before anyone greets you?”

Klingon’s did not show weakness, despite his face feeling warm. He would not let his embarrassment be publicly shown. “Well, um… Yes, would you.. please direct me to Science Lab One on Deck one?”

K’sang needed to clear his head and focus on the task at hand… even if the Kobayashi Maru felt welcoming at this point.