The turbolift slowed to a halt and the doors opened with a gentle swoosh, depositing a tall, thick man with close cropped black hair onto the bridge. He wore the yellow uniform of an engineer, with the pips indicating a mere cadet. In his hand he carried a PaDD, and he continued to enter information into it as he stepped off the lift, taking a quick look around the bridge. He was on a mission to report to Captain Rhodes the preliminary results of his research into the USS Potterfield’s condition, but, the Captain’s chair was empty.

He walked over to NE Smith, working a science post, “Excuse me, would you happen to know where the Captain is?”

Smith nodded, “B’lieve he’s in his office, mate.”

“Thanks,” Grayson nodded as he walked to the Ready Room and rang the chime, then held the PaDD in both hands behind his back as he waited.
Cadet Paul, Engineer