A young blonde Ensign walked through the corridor from the docking ring. She had heard stories of the strange vessel where some things didnt work like it should all the time. As well as hearing the stories of botched transporter activity being a little more common here than they should be.

Flipping her shoulder length ponytail over her shoulder, she clutched at a passion packet under her arm. It was curious that the packet was an actual packet folder, instead of a data stream on a paddle. She looked over the seal of integrity showing this packet had not been opened in some time. “All this technology we have and Admiral Sensheu makes this thing up?” She pondered as she made her way down the dimly lit corridor to the turbolift and waited. Listening intently, she realized it wasn’t going to open.

=/\=Ensign Kerrell to Bridge, can someone either turn on the turbolift or direct me to the Captain? I have a mission packet from the Admiral=/\=

-GM

Ooc: My apologies for any lateness or tardis this month. I am having issues with my landlady and have to find a new place to live before the 1st. So posting will be erratic.