Bjarke ducked down as he moved through the door to sickbay, a large red welt still pulsed in the middle of his forehead. He looked to find the nearest nurse. “Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson her for my physical, I’m not sure who I’m supposed to check-in with. ” he said he deep timbered voice carrying the room as he stood and looked around the room his.

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché