Dash strode purposefully down the corridors of the Athena, his baldric across his chest from his left shoulder to his right hip. He carried his bat’leth, but had left his bags in his quarters. He was the new CTO, and was here to serve ship and crew with honour and to the best of his ability. He was happy to leave intelligence behind, there were two many gray areas for him, at least in tactical you knew who the enemy was, and you were less likely to be stabbed in the back.

He reached the doors of sickbay 1 on Deck 12. The doors swished open in front of him, and he surveyed the room. Over 20 biobeds, 4 surgery and isolation booths, and medical staff and fellow crew providing service or being seen to. He waited for someone to be free to see him.

Jamison, Dash Jamison, Son of Morak
CTO, USS Athena