T’Mor was uncertain of this small cylindrical container. She wasn’t even sure she was holding it right as she brought it down to engineering.

Transporter patterns and their retrieval were things she only knew the basics of. In her Transporter Operations class at the academy, her professor had pointed out that she had ‘received the lowest grade ever given to a Vulcan’ in said class. T’Mor set it down somewhere on a empty console and stepped back so the others could also investigate. She set her tricorder to detect for any additional contents of the container and scanned it from a distance.

-€> Ensign T’Mor, Science