Zent and Ka'tira "
By: M'Ressha Ka'Tira, Stellar Cartography, [RNPC]
Simon Zent, Chief Science Officer, [PC]

Stardate: 58208.12 1530

As his consciousness emerged from the momentary fog caused by the transporter, Lieutenant Commander Simon Zent shifted his shoulder bag and took a deep breath. Every ship seemed to have a slightly different smell.

Even the mechanical hum of the ship was different from the one he had grown accustom to.

He looked over at Ka'tira and acknowledged only to himself that he was glad she was with him. He had met her first at Starbase 31 and by strange coincidence, ended up serving together for the past 6 months on the USS Atlanta.

This transfer was hard for Zent as two of them where among a handful of survivors who witnessed the Atlanta dissolve from view with out a trace.

Not months before that, Zent's best friend TJ had also mysteriously disappeared. War was hell.

"Welcome to the USS Zion, I'm Lieutenant Forrester."

Zent stepped down from the pad, "pleased to meet you."

The new ship felt large and cold.

Ka'tira was anxious to get settled in. She was leaving behind a close friend too. She was always a little uncomfortable when she had to transfer to a new crew. Sometimes it was like they'd never seen a Caitian before.

She followed Zent off the pad, "hello." she said extending her paw and exchanging greetings.

"Your things will be sent to your quarters," she assured them.

"Thank-you," responded Ka'tira with a slight curtsy.

She turned to Zent, "the Captain would like to see you right away, he is on the bridge."

Zent nodded, "very well, I will go right away."

Forrester nodded, "If you need help finding your quarters, or anything else, let me know."

"I'm sure I'll be fine, thanks..." said Zent as he turned and left.

Forrester turned back toward the Caitian, "If you like I can show you your quarters?"

"Cerrrtainly," she answered with a purr.

As they left the transporter room, Forrester handed her a PADD. This is the duty roster, "I'm sorry to tell you that Stellar Cartography is a mess. Lots of mismatched files and irregular sector errors."

"That happens," said Ka'tira.

Forrester replied with a sigh and said, "Yes, but it has only been a week since it was all straightened out and reorganized."

"Oh."

The turbolift they were waiting for opened and they stepped in. Forrester instructed it to take them to deck 7. It quickly dropped them to the correct location before they could resume their conversation.

"Your quarters are quite a ways down this corridor," said Forrester as they resumed walking. "You will also need to report to sickbay for a physical."

Ka'tira began to protest, "but I just..."

"I know," answered Forrester, "standard procedure."

"How about the holodecks?" asked Ka'tira, "are they always reserved."

"You like holodecks huh?" asked Forrester with a smile,"

Ka'tira nodded yes.

"We have a number of them through out the ship. They are generally available without having to wait too long."

"Good."

At the end of the corridor was a small alcove with two comfortable looking chairs and a large window port. "Your room doesn't have a window, but it is next to this small lounge," continued Forrester, "Your room is here.

Ka'tira stepped in and looked around. It was bigger than her quarters on the Atlanta.

"I'll leave you to get settled in then," said Forrester.

Ka'tira nodded, "thanks."