Thelira stepped onto the transporter pad and placed her duffel on the next one over. The officer in charge of the replacements checked his information pad to compare her name to the assignments.
She knew it was a formality. The Vulcan was certain to have the entire roster memorized, along with the physical placements of the Janus IV envirotherapy sites. He could probably mentally chart theUSS Implicit's orbital position for optimum transporter range.
But she remained silent, even forcing her antennae to be still. "Lieutenant Ceksan, Tidal Filter number 345. You'll be relieving Lieutenant Jose Tyler. He's to be ready for transport at 1325, Ship's Time."
"Understood, Commander," she replied. He nodded to the transporter chief. She felt the familiar, surreal experience of the transport effect. Then she was someplace else.
The temperature dropped about thirty degrees as the beam faded. She opened her nostrils and filled her lungs