As the back of the transport opened, the first thing that those in the bay would notice is four guys in coveralls moving out to help offload the delivery that the Leviathan had managed to score in deep space.

The next would be a head of coal black hair topping the slim form of a woman with a cargo bag over her left shoulder. She called out a thanks to some unseen person behind her, but then she turned to face the ship’s bay she had just arrived in. A hand rose to push back the ebon waterfall and reveal a pair of crystalline blue eyes that almost looked like blue hued diamonds in the bright lights. She wasn’t clad in the usual uniform. Travel for long periods in the restrictive clothing bothered her to no end. It was bad enough she had been stuck on the transport almost three days, which, for her, was a lifetime. Shivering visibly and rolling her shoulders, she stepped off the ramp and headed for the door to the ship. Food, shower, and a good long go in the holodeck beating something up. That was her immediate list of priorities. Though, maybe not in that order.

Ensign Juliet Anders
Security Officer