Taban stepped out of the shuttle and stretched his legs. Several days in a shuttlecraft was not exactly the most pleasant experience, and he was glad to be on the significantly more spacious Mythology-class cruiser. He asked one of the crew members in the shuttlebay for directions to the chief science officer’s office, then made his way there relatively briskly. He gathered his thoughts and fought back the mixture of excitement and anxiety, then pressed the chime. “Sir? Ensign Brook, reporting for duty.”

Ens. Taban Brook