The corridor was quiet—well insulated and dimmer than most workspaces on the ship. Major Vektul paused just outside the counselor’s office, taking a single breath he did not appear to need.

His expression was as controlled as ever, the faintest crease between his brows the only hint of internal resistance. He adjusted his uniform collar—unnecessary, automatic—and reached out.

With two fingers, he pressed the chime beside the counselor’s door.

And waited. Still as stone.

-Major Vektul
Chief Engineer
USS Memorial