Given the cramped conditions on the shuttle walking the halls of a starship was borderline paradise; the high ceilings, the wide corridors and most importantly these things meant he wasn’t bumping, crashing or knocking people out of the way. A good start.

He stopped at a map for a moment crouching slightly. Finger tracing the way being indicated with small yellow arrows. The LCARS terminal blinked helpfully.

After one wrong turn and almost ending up in engineering. He steps on to the bridge nodding at some of the bridge crew. The NE in the centre nods and stands.

“Ensign Jute, reporting as requested sir.” Jute’s voice high pitched yet seasoned with confidence.

“Welcome aboard Ensign. The Commodore is waiting for you.” Replies the NE Lt.

Jute is across the bridge in a matter of moments his massive gait adding to his speed. He rings the bed. His antennae twitch as he waits.

Ensign Sivas Jute
Security
USS Ark Angel