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The Federation was not what he had expected when he left Barzan II; he disliked being considered the “other”, but in some ways it was better, as these attitudes were actively frowned upon; even more, science, engineering, and discovery were driving forces in their society. He’d grown accustomed to the stares and the, sometimes awkward, questions.

It was one reason he looked forward to serving on this ship, with Fleet Captain Drudoc Andone.

He admired the sleek hull as they passed around the starboard side of the ship, and the pilot began the spiral into the shuttle bay, landing with no noticeable sound. “Well done, Lieutenant,” he said turning to her. “You have my thanks.” He bowed his head before he left the cockpit. The pilot wondered why that nod seemed to make the whole trip worthwhile; maybe it’s because it now meant over half the words he’d spoken had been in praise of her.

His belongings had been beamed aboard and were to be sent to his quarters, so he had nothing to carry, but quickly exited the craft and crossed the shuttle bay toward the expected operations ensign near the door, holding a PADD and watching him approach, clearly waiting for him.

“Good afternoon, Ensign,” he said before she could speak. “Lieutenant Commander Nivor Rhansi. Where might I find Fleet Captain Andone?”

XO Rhansi

NE Poindexter looked up, “..Ah Commander I think Fleet Captain Andone is in Holodeck 1 right now.” He said. Checking then nodded, “..Yes Holodeck 1.”

GM CockRoach