As more of the crew became aware of him traversing the ships corridors was becoming easier much to Zoz’s relief. He made a point of floating slowly and not waving his tenticles about in any case so as to not cause alarm. Maybe this was why he was exiled to that Mudball planet after the academy he thought. Some higher ranking officer was afraid he would traumatize a ships crew. He chided himself for the thought. It was counter to everything the Federation taught. Besides he had been a told by many of his ships crew before he left them to go to the academy that he was a spectacular example of the esthetic perfection of his species. It was hard to take such things seriously though as it was a tradtional way to say farewell. But the memory of the enthusiam in farewell was electric. Having arrived he cleared his thoughts and rang the door chime.

Ensign Zoz-Eki-Ion. Security.