The doors to sickbay slid open and the ebony skinned Armory Chief ducked into the room. He clasped his hands behind his back as he looked around and, spying a nurse, he walked forward. Looking down, he said “Good afternoon. I am Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye. I am here for my screening.” His voice rolled low and deep, and his accent gave the sound of his voice an exotic tenor.

Nkosenye, AC