The new transfer materialized on the transporter pad. “Morning Bright” uncoiled from the crouched position he had learned to keep his tail from interfering with the containment beams of the other pads.

Turning his head to better focus on the transporter Officer, the pupil of his large eye dilating and contracting to a slit. A couple of ticking sounds escaped his cranial resonant chambers. “Permission to come aboard?” The Gnalish’s voice was reminiscent of Terran mimic birds, such as parrots but much deeper, and more resonant.

The transporter pad groaned as “Morning Bright” Stepped off. Pulling him self to his full hight, the officer activated his com badge, emitting a string of chirps, to which the computer responds, =^= The Chief Science Officer is in the lab. =^=, to which the junior science officer emitted a whistle of thanks.

With a dip of his head to the shocked transporter Officer, Ensin “Morning Bright” stalked out of the transporter room, with a reflexive duck of his head to clear the door frame and a swish of his tail.

Ensin “Morning Bright”