The Lieutenant made her way through the Memorial. Anyone taking a look at the security chief just then knew to get out of her way. It was the set of her jaw, the set of her brow, the purpose of her stride as she marched through the ship, almost leaving a dark wake behind her. Even if she wasn’t necessarily, it looked like she was spoiling for a fight, and despite her average stature, there was an unmistakable danger for anyone too much in her way.

Stopping just outside the Counselor’s office she sighed, straightened the black and gold uniform. She missed the red from Strategic Ops on Outpost 42. It just worked better for her. Of course her Sector 31 uniform could pick up any color she needed to move from one department to the other. But for now operations gold was fine, as it worked for tactical, security, and intelligence, and all the other hats she was wearing.

Reaching out, she punched the door chime with a sigh. The one big difference for most such offices was that instead of sending an audible tone, it usually sent a silent signal for the counselor in question in case they were in session and they needed to avoid sudden noise or interruption. That way they could draw things to a close as was appropriate. Though it might be a bit of a wait.

Lt Becket, COS/CIO/CAG