Before his eyes the inside of the Hippocrates small transporter room disappeared, only to be replaced with the much larger one of the Ogawa. Dr Jarvis tensed slightly as the process of his molecules reassembling themselves finished. He was not a fan of such methods of transportation. At least not for organic beings. Trusting a computer to break you apart and then put you back together exactly as you were left much to be desired. Contrary to popular belief, computers sometimes made mistakes. Stepping off the transporter pad at the behest of the operator, Jasper filled in with Counsellor Pope and the pair of security officers. With any luck, he would soon be free of this irritating entourage. Free to move about under his own direction. At the door, another pair of phaser touting louts waited

“Welcome aboard the Ogawa, Counsellor. If you would follow us to the bridge, Captain Taylor will see you in the conference room,” one, a human female of about 5’ 8” with burnt orange hair said.

“Thank you, Ensign,” Pope replied, following the woman through the door and to the nearest turbolift.

Jarvis rolled his eyes but said nothing. While trading one institution for another would not rid him of such rigidness entirely, he would hopefully be able to get some time away from it. If only when alone in his own quarters.

The group entered the turbolift and the Ensign spoke to the computer, “deck four.”

They rose steadily for a few moments before coming to a stop. Jasper glanced around as they were led out and through a short corridor into a large room. Inside he took in the long oval table with its many chairs. Out of a window he caught a glimpse of a planet, Carraya IV, he assumed.

“The Captain will be with you shortly, “ the Ensign said. “As you may already be aware, Counsellor, Commander Walker has already beamed aboard

Pope nodded and the woman left. The pair stood and waited for the Captain.

Dr J. Jarvis MD