When it came to a transfer of crew from one ship to another their could be a lot of fanfare and an endless amount of pomp and circumstance. A new ship with a new crew often had dignitaries and admirals show up. An older ship rotating out senior staff would have official ceremonies that involved the former captain standing relieved. Makari had seen those, had even attended the ceremony for the McNair. Granted as Ops Chief he had been on the ship since before the official ceremonies had begun, but like the captain he had been there, dressed to impress in formal uniform and wide smile.<br/><br/>Not everything was so formal though. A last minute roster shift as they were about to embark on a potentially hazardous mission? That fell somewhere short of official ceremonies and long speeches. In fact it fell below the commanding officer or even the executive officer. Both were quite mired in the tasks of running the ship, preparing for the first away mission, and generally being in charge. That meant any ceremony and official things to do with new crew fell squarely on the next rung of the command hierarchy. The second officer.<br/><br/>So there was Makari, in his normal non formal attire. He stood in the McNair's transporter room casually, talking idly with the transporter chief as the man confirmed that their new crew member was arriving. In the flashing blinking shimmer of light that followed the man appeared out of nothingness, the impression that he simply appeared and not at all that his very self, his very atoms, had been condensed into a data stream and traveled across space like a simple signal before being reassembled in perfect harmony. It sounded so much safer when you simply imagined magical appearances and not the science behind it...<br/><br/>