Wiles slapped the PaDD in his hand against his opposite palm over and over as he paced restlessly back and forth across his quarters. His resolve was waning. Did he really have to do this?

The nervous cadet made himself stop and stand still. He exhaled and closed his eyes. Wiles pressed his comm badge after another second of hesitation.

=/\= “Osten to Tavium. Could I speak with you at your earliest convenience, Lieutenant? I have a report that I’d like to discuss in person before I submit it.” =/\=

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)