Cadet Paul emerged from the turbolift on Deck 5 and proceeded in the direction of Main Engineering. Tall, broad-shouldered and barrel-chested, with dark black hair cut close and sideburns stretching to his jawbone, he knew he cut an imposing figure. Then why was he feeling nervous, fidgety, as he approached the door? Could it be that this was not some simulation in San Francisco, but an actual, real life starship; with real flesh and blood Starfleet officers? The door opened as the computer sensed his approach, and Gray walked in boldly, confidently, then paused as he took in the environment.

He heard the quiet, steady beeping of consoles and the reassuring response of experienced officers; conversations as the engineers watched their posts and spoke of what was on their minds; different tools being used in various locations; and overall, the constant, rhythmic beating of the warp core. In the center, working her own post, was a tall, red-headed lady wearing the gold standard of an engineer and two solid pips indicating her rank of Lieutenant. Grayson was taken aback, slightly; not often had he encountered human women who neared his own height. He was…intrigued. Still, he was very much her junior in rank.

Grayson stepped up beside the Lieutenant and stood at attention, “Cadet Grayson Paul, reporting for duty, Ma’am.”
Cadet Paul, Engineer.