Scott sighed as the Turbo lift doors slid open. “I wish it had never had to some to this” He thought to himself as he trudged the corridor towards his quarters, thinking of the events in his life that had led him here.

There was a strange feeling aboard this ship. Like so many of the new crew members, Scott had been drafted in by Starfleet to fill the ranks of the new Asimov ship.
As such, the feelings of uncertainty from the new crew members, and the feeling of shock and dismay from the established crew members, lead to a palpable atmosphere.

“Just keep your head down and do your job” Scott told himself as the door to his quarters slid open and he strode in.
He stood in the center of the room and looked around. It wasn’t much, but it was as good a place as any to build a new life.
He walked over to the bed and slide his bag down off his shoulder. He would unpack later on. It wouldn’t take long, as he carried very few personal effects.

He couldn’t deny however, that he felt a hint of excitement. A chance for a fresh start in a new job, with people that didn’t know him. This was an opportunity that he had long awaited.

But for the moment, he had things to do, and people to meet.

Ensign Scott Gallahan (Security)