Lieutenant (JG) Oliver Ezeami stepped off the shuttle craft onto the deck of his new home, the USS Ark Angel. The trip had been a wild adventure of transports and warp shuttles to intercept the ship on its way to Starbase 342, but they had finally made it. He took a few steadying breaths as he looked around the shuttle bay, trying to keep his excitement in check. Receiving his promotion and finding out that he would be heading the security department on a ship like the Ark Angel had seemed like a dream, but feeling the bulkhead under his boots and touching the minds of all his crew mates told him that this was real, and he was ready for this challenge.

Flashing a nod and a grin to the several crew members working the shuttle bay he made his way out into the corridor and started toward his quarters. Ollie had spent part of the trip memorizing the schematics of the ship and now knew it like the back of his hand. Knowing that would allow him to quickly respond to any situations without having to stop and ask for directions. He was at his quarters on Deck 4 a few short minutes later and stepped inside, taking it all in. They were gigantic compared to what he had been used to as a junior officer on his previous ship. His few belongings were going to look very sparse in this new environment but, he tended to be a minimalist at heart so it was fitting. It didn’t take him long to unpack: he leaned his surfboard up in a corner, its greens and blues reminding reminding him of home in Hawai’i back on Earth, he put away his extra uniforms and the off duty clothes he had brought with him and he placed the picture of his family smiling on a beach back home on one of the shelves. A memory flitted briefly across his mind of the other photograph he used to keep with him, the young man who he gave several years of his life to that left him when he joined Starfleet.

Satisfied with the setup for the moment, Ollie double checked his appearance in the mirror. His dark hair had lost all of the sun bleaching from his younger years and his skin had paled with his time being in space. The brief hint of spots from his father’s Trill heritage could be seen peeking out over the top of his uniform collar. He winked at his reflection and gave a half hearted attempt to straighten his unruly hair before turning to make his way off for his onboarding requirements.

Lieutenant (JG) Ezeami - COS