Zachariah was thinking back to when he first joined the Challenger.

Fresh faced out of the academy and assigned to his first ship within Star Fleet, he remembered the day his feet touched the cold, metalic floors of the USS Challenger on the day it had left for it’s mission. Everything had been overwhelming that day, the smells and the noises that he had never really experienced before. It had been a lot to process on the first day, that was for sure. It had however been made easier because he had remembered that he had to check in with his department head and it had given him something to focus on.

He walked through the ship towards the medical bays, towards the office of the Chief Medical Officer. It took him a few minutes longer than expected, purely because he was not familar with the layout of the ship. He walked down many corridors which turned out to be incorrect and he took a wrong turn to two in his quest to find the medical bays and the office of his commanding officer. Zachariah was thankful that there were a few of the Challenger’s crew dotted about who guided him in the correct direction eventually.

He stood outside the office door, and knocked gently.

Cadet Zachariah Conway - Medical