His antenna were pressed almost flat against his head as Kyrith materialized on the transporter pad. He would never get used to that sensation, no matter how many times he transported around. He reached up and touched the vial of Eran’s blood, quietly muttering a few words. He stepped down off the pad with a nod to the transporter operator, and quietly exited the room. Emerging into the corridor, he brought up a map on his PaDD.

As he walked, his antenna slowly rose, angling in two separate directions as did his curiosity. He had never been on such a wonderful Federation ship before, so this was his chance to detect and explore as much as he could. He should, however, watch where he’s going, as he found out upon running into the door of the Chief of Security’s office a few minutes later. Managing not to fall on his butt, he rang the chime.

Ensign Kyrith Th’zylen