Posted by Ensign Wyatt Blackford (Security Officer) in Chief of Security office: Ensign Blackford reporting for duty

Posted by Lieutenant Oliver Ezeami (Chief of Security) in Chief of Security office: Ensign Blackford reporting for duty

Posted by Ensign Wyatt Blackford (Security Officer) in Chief of Security office: Ensign Blackford reporting for duty
Wyatt Blackford straightened his uniform as he walked down the corridor toward the Chief of Security’s office. He was young—having turned nineteen only a few days earlier—but he had worked relentlessly to earn his place here, and he intended to prove that he belonged.

As he moved, he ran a hand through his dark brown hair. Two humans passed him in the corridor, whispering to one another. He told himself not to react. Stares were nothing new—he had been born with heterochromia, his left eye a vivid jade green and his right a clear blue—but ever since he was sixteen, his mind twisted those looks into something darker. A familiar paranoia crept in, the irrational fear that somehow they knew, that they could see the truth he kept so carefully hidden.

It was impossible, he reminded himself. Only a select few knew his secret: the captain, the Chief of Security, and the medical team. No one else had any reason—or right—to know. Still, the knowledge did little to calm his nerves.

He had come out at sixteen. His father, a stern and respected doctor, had responded with cold finality, disowning him and leaving him to survive on the streets. Those months had been brutal, shaping him in ways no academy ever could. Luck—or perhaps fate—had intervened when his uncle found him and took him in, offering shelter, support, and a path forward. With his help, Wyatt had made it into the Academy.

The early days had been rough. He struggled, fell behind, and worked twice as hard as everyone else just to keep up. But he refused to quit. In the end, he graduated—scarred, exhausted, and proud.

Now, standing outside the Chief of Security’s office, Wyatt stopped. He took a slow, steadying breath, trying to quiet his pounding heart. Straightening his shoulders, he lifted his hand and pressed the door chime, waiting to be called in.

Ensign Blackford, Security

OOC: I added your name there at the end of your post to keep ours separated. Great first post!

Ollie had been working slowly to get the security office all squared away, still being slightly new here himself, and he had finally gotten most things settled to his liking. Of course, he wasn’t sure if they would stay that way, he was sure he would learn more efficiency the longer he was in this position and would end up reorganizing a few times. His easy going nature also meant this place was not going to be a sterile museum.

He glanced up as he heard the chime and felt an unfamiliar presence outside the door. A smile came to his face as he felt the person steadying themselves: this must be one of the new officers joining the department. Keeping his smile firmly in place he wandered back behind his desk, smoothed out his uniform and readied himself for this first impression.

“Come in,” he called out.

Lieutenant Ezeami - COS

Wyatt heard the voice from inside call, “Come in.”
He stepped into the office and came to attention without hesitation.

He stood at about five-foot-eleven, a young man no older than nineteen. His short brown hair curled slightly at the ends, refusing to lie completely flat. What caught most people’s attention, however, were his eyes—his right a striking jade green, the left a cool, clear blue.

Anyone reading his file would note that while he hadn’t graduated at the very top of his class, his instructors consistently remarked on his sharp mind and ability to think quickly under pressure. The history and medical sections painted a harsher picture of his past. Born female, Wyatt had transitioned at sixteen, a decision that cost him his family. After coming out, he had been kicked out and forced to survive on the streets, working odd jobs just to get by.

Eventually, his uncle—a medical officer aboard a star ship—found him and took him in. It was his uncle who helped guide him toward the Academy and gave him a chance at a future he’d nearly lost. Though quiet and slow to trust, Wyatt was fiercely loyal to those who earned it.

“Sir,” he said clearly, his voice steady despite the weight of the moment.
“My name is Wyatt Blackford. I’m reporting for duty.”

Ensign Wyatt Jacen Blackford

Security Junior Officer

U.S.S. Ark Angel

“At ease, Ensign. Welcome aboard the Ark Angel. Please have a seat,” he gestured to one of the chairs sitting in front of his desk.

Oliver Ezeami was slightly shorter than the ensign and several years his senior. His eyes were the exotic brown, almost black, of his Betazoid heritage and several Trill spots could be seen peeking out over the collar of his uniform. The tan he usually had was long since faded being in the artificial lights of a star ship and his hair had returned to its normal dark brown, leaving the normal sun bleached appearance back home. He smiled reassuringly at the younger officer as he took a seat himself behind the desk.

“How have you been settling in? No trouble so far, I hope?”

Lieutenant Ezeami - COS