John strolled down the corridor, tugging at his uniform to get it to sit right. He’d dropped off his (admittedly limited) personal effects in his quarters and changed from his flight suit into a standard duty uniform, but like always after flying for a while, the shipboard uniform felt wrong. Maybe it was that it was too comfortable, not all that different from the ship itself. Not that that was bad, per se, but it was certainly an adjustment after the very stark and utilitarian setting Starbase 178 had been. His quarters were certainly nice, but the other problem was that they were 15 decks away from the landing bay if anything happened. He’d have to ask about the possibility of getting quarters near the squadron’s ready room.

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, John stopped at the door to the office and pressed the chime.

Major John “Firefly” Arlen
Commander, Air Group