Of all the dammed things, I would have much rather taken a shuttlecraft , thought Jacob Chandler. The thought of having his molecular scrambled through space made him edgey. Of course, he dared not say a thing to the captain. It was her wish to travel via transporter pad. It was dishonorable to request other wise for a personal need. They had finally arrived to the transporter pad. The captain took her place on the pad. Chandler Slowly proceed afterwards, as if each step was his last. The chief called out. Chandler turned and looked at the captain. She had her eyes closed and anxiously waited for the beam-up like a child waiting for christmas.

I wonder, Chandler thought to himself, he closed his eyes and tried to see what she enjoyed about transporting. Something that could help him ease his tention.

"Engage," replied the Captain. Chandler didn't even notice his fists clenched as they dematerialized.

They had finally arrived onboard the USS LaGrange. Chandler was hunched over from the Captain's psionic feedback. He tried to show no sign of injury. No sign of weakness.

"Commander, allow me to introduce you to our new Security Chief. Ltcmdr Jacob Chandler" The Captain began. She turned to see a paleness rush over the Caitian.

"Sick-"

"No," replied Chandler. "I'm sorry. I went into the background. You enjoyed it. Please excuse me."

Chandler wandered out of the transporter room and began to proceeded. Why did that feel so good to her? Did everyone feel like that when they transported? The questions caused him to run into another crewman.

"Pardon me," replied the Crewman

Chandler just nodded. He continued no more than two steps. Was that a Cardassian? Or was his telepathy clouding his judgment. He decided to bypass his quarters and head directly to Sickbay.

Once there he asked for the doctor.

"Doctor, would you mind running a full checkup on me?"