Introductions (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zqkc8hKGetA)<br/><br/>Karn walked down the long hallway of the space dock, his boots clanking on the lightly colored floor as he approached the Transporter Room, the USS McNair docked just ahead. He walked alone in his traditional battle scarred armor, his many weapons sheathed and holstered, his pet Targ safely in it's cage in his left hand and his belongings shrouded in a leathery gym bag in his right. He wore a<em>Bat'leth</em>across his back, a three bladed dagger called a<em>D'k Tahg</em>, strapped to his left hand gauntlet, a Mek'leth sheathed on his right hip and a standard issue Star Fleet Phaser on his left hip, and a standard issue Star Fleet comm badge on his chest, his rank displayed just above on his collar. Not to mention his boots. He loved those boots. Two inches of the hardest metal found on his home-world, wrapped in black leather and topped with 3 inch blades on the toes. The boots in themselves were a weapon. He preferred the feeling of security that the armor provided over the feeling of exposure the Star Fleet Uniform had.<br/><br/>It was a habit and a reminder of his heritage, nothing more, nothing less. He hated the Star Fleet Uniform in reality but, learned to keep his feelings to himself unless personally asked. A reasonable enough request his Counselor insisted he act upon, lest it lead to dishonor. He still hated the uniform though. It provided no protection, contained very little body heat and didn't prevent the biting cold that Humans complained about from time to time, from punching through. It wasn't practical at all. It was the standard dress of those in the Federation though. Many seemed to think it was a symbol of something greater than themselves. He wasn't sure about that but, he didn't argue about it either. His mind returned to his current whereabouts and he found himself approaching the Transporter Pad. An Ensign manned the station and stared dumbfoundedly at the 6 foot 5 inches of muscled wall before him. The poor Ensign wasn't sure of what to make of the warrior in front of him so, he just nodded his head and nervously said "S-Sir".<br/><br/>Karn just grunted, which to the boy at the console must have mistaken for a growl because he jumped at the sound. The massive Klingon just smiled, he liked that. He stepped up onto the platform and turned around to face the Ensign "Energize, Human" he said with something looking like a snarl.