As the Dresden sat motionless in its berth high above Earth, the shuttle Concorde entered the bay and settled to the deck. A few minutes passed as the shuttle powered down and the pilots and passengers made ready to leave its confines.

As the door opened, a few crew exited coming back from shore leave, and then out stepped an Orion. Not just any Orion. He was almost seven feet tall and was muscled and then some. If one looked closely, there was some kind of burn scar on both side of his neck, barely peeking up above the collar of his gold uniform’s collar.

As he stood up from being hunched over to get through the shuttle hatch, he stretched a bit and rolled his shoulders forward and back. Unlike most of the crew, he wasnt coming from Earth. He had spent the past month shuttling from station to station, ship to ship, to get him back to here to take on his next posting… Chief Operations Officer. He last posting, the deep space research ship Manhattan, had him in the Delta Quadrant. And even with the recently discovered stable wormhole, the trip back was lengthy.

Daggum looked around and nodded to himself. He lifted the bag he carried and went to the Operations and Security officers on duty. “Hey. I’m Lieutenant Hammor, new Ops Chief. I need to check in and I’d appreciate it if someone could tell me how to get to my quarters?” he asked in a friendly and informal tone.

Hammor, Ops