Arthur checked his gear one last time, taking a look at the now-empty quarters that had served as a home for him on Starbase 157 since his transfer off the Ark Angel. He’d seen the opportunity for exploration on another ship who needed a chief of security, and decided he’d have a nice change of pace.

“Are you ready, Lieutenant?” A voice came over the comms, and Arthur cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m ready, let’s go.”

He slung the bag over his shoulder, before grabbing the case that held his Bat’leth and a couple other weapons he’d been authorized to have with him. Most people didn’t understand his family, thinking all it was, was that he was fascinated with Klingon culture, not thinking it could possibly be that he was part of the culture, being human and all.

As he approached the transporter room, he looked out the viewport, smiling at the stars he’d called home for several years now. He muttered a Klingon proverb before moving to the transporter. “Energize.”

Arthur Jones, Son of Ruk