Chapter One "Curious"
Tuvok
Miscalculations with the transporter transpire randomly as it is not an infallible Federation machine. One moment I was standing on the transporter bay on Voyager waiting for Commander O'Reilly to beam me down with the others in the landing party, and then I materialized here. There was a class M planet that we were about to explore, but something misfired.
Now I was on an unknown planet in a building that I didn't recognize. I walked down an empty hallway with many closed brown doors in it with signs that said "Welcome!" and "No one is perfect. That's why pencils have erasers" and people's names on them.
"Human surnames," I noted, studying my surroundings.
An echo from my boots sounded as I walked down the sterile hallway and attempted to deduce my location.
"Tuvok to Janeway," I reported, touching the gold communication device on my chest that was the shape of the Federation logo.
No response. As a result, I attempted twice more since it was illogical to waste more time. It wasn't working. My tricorder shut off when I removed it from my pocket to analyze the area.
"Curious," I commented at the unexpected occurrences that I faced.
A door was open down the hallway, so I went into the room. A solitary brunette female sat at a desk while heavily focusing on a laptop. Immediately, an exhausted voice stated,
"There isn't any tutoring today."
"Excuse me," I questioned, puzzled.
"Look, there isn't any tutoring today," the female sternly stated, finally looking up at me. The shock registered on her face when she realized it wasn't a child who approached her. When the woman rose from her chair, she was dressed in a black knee-length skirt and a fuzzy maroon sweater that matched her overall coloring. This female was visually appealing to my eye.
"Who are you?" She suspiciously inquired.
"I'm Tuvok," I answered, scrutinizing her. It would be unreasonable to give away too much information at this point.
"Who? I don't know a teacher by that name," the petite lady snapped.
"There seems to be some confusion here. I am not a teacher," I gravely answered, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you picking up a child? Parents should go to the office to do so…."
Swiftly I interrupted her by holding my right hand up and educating her, " I am not a parent. I am Tuvok, a security officer."
Wordlessly, the female closely examined me for one- point- nine minutes then declared, " I need more sleep."
Then she fainted and banged her head on the floor.