James rolled his shoulders slowly as he ambled towards Medical. It just wouldn’t do to be tense when he met the newest person in charge of patching him up. Thankfully this time he had someone with a bit of shiny looking him over instead of an overworked petty officer. He chuckled and continued on his way. While technically he was supposed to check in with his department head first, he’d spent enough time with the fleet to know that he’d be sent right back out to check in with everyone else relevant right after. Better to knock out the little bits of admin first before meeting his new boss. That way he could get right into the grind of things, and hopefully, start on his superior’s good side.

Stopping in front of the sickbay doors the short barrel-chested man paused for a moment. He discretely stretched his neck and considered cracking it before deciding that he was just wasting time. All it was was a simple check-in with the doc, not another long chat with those humorless Internal Affairs assholes. Come from the DMZ and know a couple terrorists and all of a sudden you were a security threat. Feh. James shook his head slightly to clear his thoughts before slipping into the medbay. At least those schmucks didn’t know the truth.

Stopping before the CMO’s door James sighed. Here went nothing. Reaching up he politely rapped twice with leathery knuckles for settling backed into a relaxed at ease position. A loose adherence to custom never hurt.

Ensign James Mason