“When was our shuttle due to arrive, Serras? Because it’s late and now my whole schedule will be thrown off,” Bezre studied their reflection in viewports of Event Horizon Station. They were dressed to impress, a purple bodysuit made of Tholian silk underneath a sheer black coat that covered them from neck to ankle. A matching and neatly wrapped headscarf covered their head and was the anchor for a thin black veil that drapped over the rest of their face. “This artificial light is making me itchy, you did send my specifications for my living quarters, didn’t you?”

Serras, a forced smile upon his face, answered, “Yes. I sent your room requirements two weeks ago along with your medical records to the Chief Medical Officer. Your bags are correctly packed and the shuttle is not late it’s due to arrive in two minutes.” He cut an imposing figure, especially next to Bezre. Where they were small and dainty he was tall and broadshouldered.

Bezre frowned at their reflection before nodding, “Good. Just testing you,” They added with a satisfied smile. The shuttle arrived one minute early and the two boarded without any delay. When possible Bezre avoided the transporter because no matter how many engineers tried to explain that there were no side-effects to transportation Bezre’s skin would itch for hours afterwards. The shuttle ride was entirely uneventful. The two sat in comfortable silence, taking the time to decompress and settle their thoughts. Once docked inside the Manhatten Bezre left Serras to handle their luggage and ensure the rooms were to their exact specifications. A lovely ensign greeted them in the docking bay and guided Bezre to the CO’s office. At the exactly scheduled time Bezre arrived outside the CO’s door and pressed the chime to announce their presence.

Bezre Myrh, Diplomatic Attaché