Cadet Rodier’s first two days (Earth days, that is) on the Challenger had been, put simply, uneventful. This was not necessarily a bad thing, as even after his second day on-board, the Cadet was still getting used to the most simple aspects of life on a major starship. Despite this, he wanted to make a good impression on his DH, so, after braving the still-foreign metallic hallways and glaring lights of the ship, he changed, set out the uniform given to him upon boarding, set two alarms, and bunked in for the night, not bothering to wait for his roommate.

Exhaustion can be difficult to measure, and stems from various sources; at least, that’s what a medical officer might have thought, after the first alarm came and went, and the second alarm managed only to awaken his roommate, who, luckily, was more than happy to groan at Henry enough that he finally awoke. With a sigh, the Cadet groggily said “Computer, what time is it?” He was met with the response “The time is 08:21.” His eyes snapped open. A quick mental calculation told him that was enough time for a 3 minute shower, 2 minutes to don his uniform, and 3 minutes to reach the CSO’s office.

He stood outside the room marked “Chief of Security’s Office” 7 minutes later, composing himself, straightening his sharp red shirt, and subconsciously taking note of the office’s location for future reference. 2 minutes later, at precisely 08:30, the Cadet knocked on the door in front of him, stating his business. “Cadet Rodier here for check-in, sir.”