The usual whiz came before the beam, and molecule after molecule, constructed again by the transporter matrix, a corpse was formed and the face recognizable. Oh man, how much he liked the transporter.
Stepped down the pad, the man, a short one (almost funny to see as most of the crew was taller), wearing the blue uniform with those shiny and precious pips and blonde hair was now scanning the room, from the left to the right all to see the beauty of it.

“Sir Sean Knights?” Asked an Ensign with formal suit “Welcome on the Endeavour. I am Ensign Jeffrey, I’ll be serving you and take you to your quarters.” He said bowing
“Man, no need to bow. Why everyone pays a lot attention to me? Is this badge?” Asked jokingly with his olde British accent referring to the golden badge he wore on his right of the uniform. Indeed the fact he was part of a royal family caused most of the time people to be regal, formal and stuff. Behavior he didn’t liked at all - his family often cursed this fact and considered him the black sheep of the family. Still Miss Anne, his mother, loved his son a lot, beside all the bad comments and opinion of the other family members.

“Why do you respect him Anne?” “Why do you love him Anne?” “You know he will take on us the bad luck because of his behavior Anne?” “He is such a jerk, he is blue blooded but behaves like a normal guy, Anne!”

“All the same story” he whispered to himself “Anyway! Thank you Mister Jeffrey. If you are so gentle to take me my suitcase.” Patted the young Ensign shoulder, giving him his suitcase.
“I’ll be going a bit around. Don’t worry, I will find my way to my quarters later.” Then before the ensign could say anything, Sean disappeared beyond the orange doors leaving behind a confused Jeffrey, with a suitcase
“What a weird individual” mourned the Ensign

Lieutenant Jr. grade Sir, Sean Knights - CSO