Kastarak carried his bag across the corridors of the Chernov. He had been given a cabin that he would share with someone. He had not checked who it would be. He did not particularly like the thought of living with someone – his Academy days when he had to bunk with an Andorian were sometimes quite difficult though informative and educative – but he did look forward to it with a sense of anticipation. Surely, it couldn’t be much worse than in the Academy?

He found the door, buzzed it, and walked in. The first thing he saw was the window in his cabin. He would find that agreeable. The ever-changing fabric of space would provide interest for him.

Then he saw a human in the middle of the room.

“Peace and long life,” Kastarak greeted her with the Vulcan salute. “I am ensign Kastarak. I have been assigned to this cabin. I trust you are my bunkmate, as they say.”