=/\= Ops to Lieutenant Teel,  We just dropped out of warp.  The McNair is on sensors and should be here in a few minutes.  The Captain requests the pleasure of your presence in Transporter Room 3 as soon as you're ready.  =/\=<br/><br/>"Thank you Rona.  I'll be right there."  Kavash had been in the middle of placing the rest of his gear in transport crates.  He looked around his room with an almost sad emptiness in his heart.  After so many years as a joined Trill, he never got over the feeling of leaving a place he had come to know as home to start a new assignment.  But on the other hand the excitement of the new assignment had his senses stirred to peak levels.  A chance to work on the McNair, the first Federation ship to implement the SDD Gatekeeper system and the only ship capable of fielding some of the defensive systems that his previous host had been working on prior to his death.  A chance to seem many of those systems in action rather than theory was very exciting.<br/><br/>Kavash placed the last box in the small pyramid of crates he had been building in the middle of his room.  The transporter chief would send his personal belongings over to the McNair once they rendezvoused and the McNair told them which quarters would be his.  He grabbed a small satchel and a second bag carrying some other items he felt he might need immediately upon arrival.  Looking back into the room one last time as he stepped to the door, he sighed and stepped through the open portal.<br/><br/>The walk through the corridor from his quarters was short and uneventful.  The few personnel he met in the halls stopped to shake his hand and wish him luck.  They had become his extended family over the past few years and it was hard to leave.  Stepping from the turbolift on the deck where transporter room 3 was, Kavash sighed once more, the final steps as part of the Intrepid crew.<br/><br/>The door to the Transporter room opened, what stood inside caused Kavash to choke up slightly.  On either side of the door stood every member of the bridge crew and senior officers that Kavash had come to trust and care about over the years.  At the end of the line, in the center of the row they created stood the Intrepid's tall foreboding leader, Captain Myrik Johansen stared at Kavash with a large grin.  Each member of the bridge crew shook his hand as he passed.  They had given him a going away party a few days ago, but this was their way to show their support for their crewmate.  As Kavash reached Captain Johansen, he looked at the other officers.  "Detail, dismissed." The group of officers slowly filed out of the transporter room, leaving Kavash and Captain Johansen alone.  "I know I've said this a thousand times Kavash, but I hate losing you"  He continued to smile regardless of the feelings he had inside.  Always the consummate leader.  "Captain Mitchell is a good man, but he's more of a diplomat than a warrior, so in a combat situation he is going to be relying a lot on you and his XO.  I pray that little ship never sees combat, but if she does, I'm confident with you at tactical she'll have no problems."  Captain Johansen stepped over to the center of the transporter stairs and turned back to Kavash.  "Once you've worked the bugs out of those system, send some schematics our way.  I'm sure Lieutenant Commander Dean would love to implement some of them on the Intrepid."  He offered his large powerful hand which Kavash took firmly.  "Good luck Kavash.  It's been an honor serving with you."  Kavash smiled and nodded to the Captain.<br/>"It's been an honor serving with you too Captain."  With that he released his grip and stepped onto the transporter pad.  The Captain walked behind the console and smiled as he energized the transport sequence.<br/><br/>A moment later, in a flash of light Lieutenant Kavash Teel slowly materialized on the transporter pad of the McNair.<br/>