The door would close quickly as Barvan entered his quarters. He smiled internally as the Endeavour cleaning crew had fitted it just the way he wanted. Spartan as can be, full of books on forensic science and a rough, hard bed meant to prevent him from being too comfortable.

He then grabbed a pillow, shoved it on the ground, sat on it, and began meditating.

As he began, a graph began to form in his head of the structure of the ship. Rixan on top, Morevston just below, and the CoS position he wanted just there.

How would he get it? Well he was the only security officer on the ship and he could earn it. But that would mean preventing others from getting on.

How would that be done? That would remain to be seen.

After asking the last question, he would stop the meditation and come back to reality.

Cadet Barvan, Security