<div class="floatright">(http://i782.photobucket.com/albums/yy103/TrashyMe/9c6677f5.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Ensign Kate Greylin (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=143220.msg6444270#msg6444270)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>From Corridor to Transporter Room Two<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Empola and Tisha (Minor Brush), Rondok (Direct Interaction), Antonio (Present)<br/><br/>Kate had been sitting quietly, reading, in her quarters when the order from Rondon came, forcing her to casually toss the paperback she’d been engaged with aside as she sat up to comply. The book instantly flopped closed upon her desk, revealing the cover and its title, “A Treatise on Vulcan Methods of Control”; the latest attempt by ensign Greylin to smother her volatile emotions. Unfortunately, she had found such feelings more prominent during the maddeningly monotonous and confined life of a starship, a situation which hit a peak when she exploded over an accidental shoulder bump in the mess hall. The incident prompted a brief chastising and instructions to engage with one of the Vulcans on anger-management techniques, the same Vulcan who presented her with the book.<br/><br/>After one last glance toward the literature, the ensign took a single deep breath, snatched up her phaser and tricorder, and marched from the room. As she stepped out of her quarters and began her determined walk down the corridor, she could already feel a rush of excitement within herself, a feeling she tried to purge as per the book and Vulcan’s incessantly concise and logical advice. A task easier said than done. Kate was already imagining what awaited her on the planet or what tasks Commander Rondon would assign to her, causing her gut to well up with anticipation over the possibilities. It was the entire reason she had persistently requested to be allowed aboard a Federation vessel, to immerse herself in the unknown so she could investigate, meet new cultures, or simply explore uncharted worlds.<br/><br/>“Excuse me,” Kate politely announced as she slipped past two crewmen, Empola and Tisha, before continuing her brisk march toward the transporter room, only to have her previous imaginings of discovery and adventure interrupted by an item she had spotted; the security collar. The ensign had heard of a telepath being aboard but she had to wonder if she was a guest or prisoner, especially after seeing the betazoid escorted by a security officer holding an anti-psionic device. It was enough to rouse her curiosity but by then the two were already far behind and out of sight.<br/><br/>Finally Kate entered the transporter room where she encountered both Rondon and Antonio. “Commander, sergeant,” she greeted with a respectful nod to each. “Ensign Kate Greylin, reporting for duty.” Antonio was a slight man with highly feminine features and a kempt, black, bowl-cut, with deep blue highlights. Rondon on the other hand was the polar opposite with a sturdier build and a short, brown, haircut which could almost be described as “regulation”. Kate immediately took a spot on the transporter before mimicking the stance taken by Rondon. From there she simply stood and awaited transport or any further orders.