The Transport vessel Delphic dropped out of Warp of the Starboard bow of the USS Atlantis. Seated in a passenger seat looking at the approaching Mythology class ship was an unusually large human. Even when sitting down he was too wide and thick. Peter Sigmundsson had requested a larger seat and even with that it barely fit his bulky frame, he preferred the open seats Starfleet provided to Civilian seats with armrests, creature comforts didn’t matter when you were the size of a particularly well-fed Klingon. He looked at his new home, she was larger than his former home, The Viking had finally been decommissioned. The last great ghost ship still on active duty was no more, he wondered if there had been some internal political change that finally got the brass to give the Viking the farewell it should have had nearly a decade ago. He remembered touring the original Mythology class over a decade ago, this was the first time he’d get a look at a fully manned one, the goliath that it was.

45 decks and all of them had working lights and were filled, it would be quite something to get used to, gone were the days where he could commandeer an entire deck for his duties, no more improvising a secure communications array out of equipment left over from the Dominion War and waiting a month to get antiquated equipment for a ship running at barely half capacity, no more investigating disappearing crew every few weeks, and biggest of all, no taunting crazed AI hiding in the computer core waiting for a chance to traumatize anyone not prepared. He shook his head and stood up, grabbing the duffel bag in the overhead compartment and left the passenger compartment.

Moments later he was standing in the back of a full shuttle traveling to the Atlantis with replacement crew and their belongings. He’d been a part of the group that had asked to be shipped over and not transported, it would take some time for him to get used to the idea of functioning transporters that could be used outside of emergencies.

When the shuttle finally landed in Shuttle bay 1 and Peter put his bag on his shoulder and left the craft and entered his new home for the foreseeable future.

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