T’Lora stepped into the turbolift, carefully examining her thoughts for any sign of illogic. There was a slight apprehension which she could not explain away, but she was otherwise collected. She took a moment to check her appearance, and stepped out into sickbay. She observed the room, her eyes finally resting on a human woman who, logically, was the CMO. She approached the woman, speaking calmly.

“Live long and prosper Lieutenant. Ensign T’Lora reporting for duty.”

Her mission had begun. She felt a brief flash of pride that she had finally made it. She hoped her father would be proud.