McHarrie had only arrived at the Starbase 30 minutes before his new shop the Leviathan was due to depart and the docking master had seen fit to Dock the ship he arrived on the berth furthest away so now he found himself rushing to get aboard before the ship left without him - He had no idea if he was expected or not.

The Welsh an found himself navigated the crowded walkways with difficulty with his stuff bag balanced on top of a large silver crate that he towed on its wheels by an extended handle.

Just for a change he was wearing a standard Starfleet uniform with teal trim bearing his own rank and name tag.

He arrived at the airlock just in time.

“Have the quartermaster take the bag to my quarters,” he said, “The crate needs to go sickbay. The contents need to be dissected with the usual discretion of the ARU. We need to know everything about it and what made it tick. I’m going to report to the bridge.”

John then headed for the bridge to report in and to speak with the Captain.

Exiting the turbo lift he looked around the shiny new bridge that appeared to be fitted with the latest computer equipment…

-McHarrie