Max had unpacked what few personal items he possessed into the bunk area of his shared quarters. It was important to him that his space not look cluttered. There was, after all, no reason to store items that could easily be replicated as the need arose. Still, there was the matter of his prized possession, six leaf fossils suspended in a clear resin cube. He polished one side with his sleeve, freeing it of his own finger prints before setting it gently on the small wooden stand that held it at an angle for the ideal display. That was it. This, for the time being at least, was now home. He smoothed his uniform, ensuring he was looking his absolute best before departing his quarters and heading straight to sickbay.

He idly turned the PADD containing his meager service record in his hands as he walked, observing everything around him while careful not to appear like he was a tourist taking in the sights. Arriving just outside of sickbay he stopped for a moment to observe the medical staff as they moved about. He smiled, once again assured that he was in the right place, both physically and in terms of his career choice. He entered, looking around somewhat nervously. He found a crewman technician and inquired as to the CMO’s office. Approaching the door, Max rotated his head to relax his neck before pressing the keypad beside the door to request entry, pausing as he waited for permission and mentally repeating the first words he would utter upon entry, “Cadet Woolley, reporting for duty as ordered” before presenting his new CMO with the PADD and embarking on his Starfleet future.