Posted by Lieutenant Cherp’Eng (Chief Science Officer) in Cherp’Eng arrives.
Cherp’Eng rematerialised on the transporter padd in the main transporter room of the Manhattan. The transport vessel that brought him to rendezvous with the Manhattan wasn’t overly comfortable for him with his long limbs, but he persevered and it had only been a couple of days and he wasn’t sitting in the seats for the whole trip. Some of it was spent sleeping and all of it was spent caring for the egg that was his offspring currently secured in its container in his right hand. Over his left shoulder was a duffel bag and his other belongings would be over shortly. He stepped off the padd and let his transfer orders be scanned.

“Lieutenant Cherp’Eng, Chief Science Officer, newly appointed,” he said, then, looking at his egg, added with a smile, “and my plus one.”

“Welcome to the Manhattan,” the transporter operator said, giving the directions to the CSO’s quarters, “Your other belongings will be taken to your quarters, Lieutenant.”

Cherp’Eng: CSO, USS Manhattan

“Thank you, ensign,” Cherp’Eng replied, before exiting the transporter room and heading down the corridor to the turbolift that would take him to the deck on which his his quarters were located. He got stares, curious stares, which he wasn’t bothered by. He knew it was because his people were quite rare in Starfleet, he knew them all, and he could count the number of them on both hands and still have 2 digits left over.

Reaching the turbolift door, he reached out and tapped the button, calling it to his current deck. When it opened, an officer was inside already.

“Hello,” Cherp’Eng said, “I’m Cherp’Eng, the new CSO, and this is my plus one.” He nodded to his egg still in its incubation container.

Cherp’Eng: CSO, USS Manhattan
OOC: OK who’s going to step up to the plate and sign up to be a meaningful adult in the little tyke’s life? It may involve watching the egg and controlling any instincts to cook it up and serve it for a meal.
That would be a unique selling point to get people back to the Manhattan, Terry … watch over the little birdbrain and make sure he/she doesn’t mistake the warpcore as a toy.

Russell