Karn turned around a second before Avalona beamed him to the USS-McNair, it puzzled him that he didn't smell any mirth on her, he did smell her respect though. It was an odd thing to smell on this foreign world, most people usually feared him or found his social awkwardness funny, or some other thing that he did funny. He didn't pretend to understand any of it. He was a warrior, sure they had their jokes and good times like anybody else but, while on duty they were on constant guard. It was the difference between life and death.<br/><br/>Shortly before transport he heard her utter Klingon words, words that touched his heart, words that he hadn't heard for a very long time.<br/>"Victory will be yours Lieutenant Karn Ju'lan D'grulok" Avalona had said. Only Klingon grit and stubbornness, got him through the next moment, refusing to let him tear up. "And welcome aboard the USS McNair" she had added a second later. "Thank you Avalona, your words mean much to me" he said in fluent Klingon, sincerity in his voice. Then he disappeared in a flash of blue energy, his body being ripped apart molecule by molecule and re-initiated on the Transporter Pad on-board the USS McNair. He shook his head and made for his quarters.