Materializing on the transporter pad Nerira immediately felt at home - the subtle but distinct vibration of a warp core had always been a source of comfort for Nerira. It was something stable, something constant, something dependable, unlike so many other things in her life. she never felt quite right when it wasn’t there.
Stepping down from the transporter she thanked the operator this sure is going to take some getting used to, she thought, noticing the uniform and the weapon holstered near the officers waist.
Arriving on the bridge Nerira found the captain, which was quite easy as she was sitting in the captains chair. attempting to get the attention of the captain she broadcast her thoughts permission to come aboard?
When the captain did not turn to greet her, her face flushed as she remembered that not everyone was betazoid on a Starfleet ship.
I really am going to have to get used to this
Remembering that she needed to address the captain of a federation ship formally she asked “Permission to come aboard sir?”

-Lt. (jg) Akanar