The Atlantis’ new CAG had just finished settling into his quarters when he headed up to Deck 1 to handle one of the more important duties for his new Command… checking in with the ‘Boss’. It was a rather long ride to the Bridge and for about two minutes of it, Malcolm had been joined by two cute junior Science officers… a redhead JG named Jenny and a brunette Ensign named Ashley. As was the norm, they asked about what he was doing on the Atlantis and when he informed them he was a fighter pilot in charge of all the ship’s small craft they both giggled excitedly and asked if there were any other new flyboys coming onboard. Mal had assured them there were certainly going to be, to which both women became almost giddy. Dawkins breathed a sigh of relief that the two got off the turbolift before the inevitable question for his number came up. Both had blushed and promised to “See him around” before scooting off on Deck 5.

Moments later, the lift doors hissed open admitting Major Malcolm Dawkins, SFMC, to the brain of the USS Atlantis. The Marine walked smartly to the Captain’s Ready Room and rang the chime.

Major Dawkins, CAG