Lt. Kohana Black Wolf materialized on the transporter pad and looked around at his surroundings. It was the same as the ship he had served on since graduating from the Academy, the Tempest-class USS Blackbird.

From behind the control console, a security ensign approached him with Padd in hand. “Welcome to the Asimov, Lt. Black Wolf. May I see your transfer orders, sir?”

“Certainly, ensign,” replied the dark-haired, dark eyed Sioux helmsman. Kohana reached into his duffel bag and extracted his Padd. He handed it to the ensign who confirmed the orders. The ensign entered a few more commands and handed it back.

“I’ve downloaded your quarters assignment, sir. If you require anything that hasn’t been provided, please see the quartermaster. After that, your boarding schedule is listed. First stop is Sickbay for your physical. Next up, your psych evaluation with the counselor, Lt. McMillan, check in with chief of Intel, Cmdr. Calloway, then with Cmdr. Mwezi for your duties at the helm. If you want to leave your gear with me, I’ll see to it that it gets to your quarters. Do you need an escort to show you around, sir?”

“No, thank you. I’ve served aboard a Tempest-class before. I know my way around.”

Kohana set his bag on the floor near the console and exited the transporter room, looking forward to his next adventure. . . .

Lt. Black Wolf (Helm/Intel)