Piper had just stepped off the transporter pad and onto the USS Ark Angel. In one hand she carried a medium size duffle bag that had definitely seen better days. She nodded to the transporter operator and spoke with a soft Irish brogue “Can ye tell me which way to ....” She paused for a second and looked at her PaDD Deck “Deck 4?” She asked the slightly nervous looking Ensign…”Uh…out the doors and there is a turbo lift to the left, take it to Deck 4.” He said stammering under Piper’s piercing green eyes “Thank ye.” She said as she strode out of the room, turned left and took the turbo lift to her quarters. Made sure that she looked half way presentable and made her way to the Captain’s ready room, transfer padd in hand. She rang the chime and waited to see if he was present or if he was unavailable.

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