T’Mor was waiting in the transporter room with the rest of the Ensigns, waiting for the security team to give them the go ahead. They all were in one corner of the room, happily chatting and gossiping. The two younger Ensigns in that group where making poses and pretending to fire their assigned phasers, much to everyone else’s amusement. T’Mor stood off to the side, reading. Reviewing the basics of hand phaser tactics. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to use it, and her security team partner would have more hands on experience. It was hard to tell through her feigned look of concentration, but she was nervous.

~€> Ensign T’Mor, Science