"Ensign Signar reporting for duty.", he explained. He expected the helm officer to stand and relinquish his seat. "Well, thats nice, but your shift doesnt start for two more hours.", the helm officer explained. Signar then realized he had made the mistake of assuming the ship was on the same shift he was used to. He cursed himself. "Well, I guess there are worse things than being early. I could have been two hours late! Ill return later." Back in the turbolift Signar decided to get some breakfast. "Mess hall.", he ordered the turbolift. The smooth journey began. * * * The food was fine, but the company was outstanding. Several female officers sat together discussing the days activities, and Signar without even asking sat among them. His bravado paid off, and they were flirting in no time. Two eggs, and three girls to call later, Signar felt the familiar tingle of transporter activity. At first he thought it was an emergency, but instead of materializing in a ship or at the helm, he found himself in a medical facility. "Must be a mistake.", Signar thought, then found the doors were locked. This puzzled him, and he looked around to confront someone. Sickbays doors should not be locked! Emergencies could happen at any moment! Soon, a Lieutenant walked in wearing medical colors. "Im Paul Malari." "Im confused.", Signar said, "Whats going on?" He didnt even try to look happy.

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Ensign Signar DRuuk / Klingon + Vulcan Navigator + Pilot / USS SCOPERTA Fighter Call Sign - Boomerang ICQ # 120856184 /

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