Captain Luke Wyatt, newly appointed to the USS Leviathan, navigated the unfamiliar corridors with a sense of urgency. His fatigue weighed heavily on him, a constant companion aggravated by the sleepless night haunted by memories of past battles. Flashbacks of the Dominion War tormented his mind, triggering his acute PTSD.

As he approached the containment cell area, his thoughts briefly drifted to his daughter, Abbey. The reason for his assignment to the Leviathan, Abbey’s presence onboard, served as both a source of comfort and concern. He hoped she was safe and unaware of the dangers lurking within the ship’s confines.

With a deep breath, Luke tapped his communicator badge, his voice tinged with weariness. “Computer, what’s the status of the power fluctuations in the containment cells?”

The ship’s response echoed through the corridor, a metallic voice devoid of emotion. “Power fluctuations detected, Captain Wyatt. However, no anomalies have been identified.”

Luke’s brow furrowed with frustration. The unfamiliarity of the ship’s protocols regarding hazardous anomalies coupled with his exhaustion added to his unease. “Send a request to Engineering for immediate assistance,” he commanded, his tone firm despite his fatigue. “I need someone down here to take a closer look.”

Leaning against the wall for support, Luke closed his eyes briefly, trying to push back the memories threatening to overwhelm him. He couldn’t afford to let his PTSD interfere with his duties, not now, not on his first mission. With a determined exhale, he pushed himself upright, ready to face whatever challenges awaited him onboard the USS Leviathan.

Mar. Captain Luke Wyatt
RTF Officer
USS Leviathan