Relavvik closed his eye as he sat back in the runabout. He had been looking at this PaDD for too long. When he was given his first posting off Earth since ‘it’ happened, he had a level of anxiety that he had not felt in a long time. That rush of adrenalin that he had missed for so many years. He knew he was ready for the posting but it finally pushed him back into that place where he was most comfortable. The only drawback was it heightened his other senses to a level he had not felt since his surgeries.

His fingertip traced and rubbed where his eyepatch met his skin, it had dried out in the atmosphere of the runabout and itched but he knew that, like many things, it was temporary. The Asimov. It was an intelligence ship and he knew his role was going to be security and no longer analysis. This was the biggest change for him. So many years spent within the intel community before transferring to Federation and Starfleet security postings.

A slight shift in the inertial dampeners made him open his eye and look around, he could see the ship and the communication between the runabout and ship was happening. He blinked as he pulled up his orders on the PaDD. Of course he knew of the ship by reputation, who in his line of work hadn’t? It was an honor to have this as his ‘first’ fleet posting. He looked at the roster again and memorized the faces and names of his Security team.

The ship rocked a bit as it landed in the bay and Relavvik stood up. He picked up his bag, it was heavier than most but, he was moving his life and not just a mission this time. He got it comfortably on his shoulder and stepped off. The echo in the bay rang out as maintenance crews were busy securing the runabout and doing their post flight checks brought a small smile to his face. This was now home.

He walked over to a computer screen, lowered his bag to the floor and placed his hand on the screen. “Computer, Lieutenant Relavvik reporting on board for duty as Chief of Security. Please record the change of duty and transfer all Security protocols and systems. Authorization Relavvik, Zero-Eight-Three-One-Hotel-Kelo-Lima.” The computer beeped and information moved across the screen as he lowered his hand. “Acknowledged and transfer complete.” Was the response. He picked his bag back up. “Computer, please inform the Captain and First officer of the transfer.” “Acknowledged.”

He stepped on the turbolift “Deck 3.” He might as well put his bag down in his office before checking in with command staff.

He stepped off the lift once it arrived and walked down a corridor that would become very familiar in the coming years.

Lt. Relavvik
Security Chief