Kyle felt nervous as he crossed the deck towards Doctor Viasse’s quarters; it occured to him momentarily that he didn’t know what her first name was yet, so needed to rectify that quickly. The young man had tried to make an effort in tidying himself up, but still found that he was straightening his uniform jacket several times during the walk to his date’s quarters. Armed with a small house plant and a bottle of Scottish Whiskey from his supply of non-syntheholic drinks, he took one last look at himself in the reflection of the door and clicked the chime.

-Lieutenant Kyle Anders: Security Officer-