Aaron strolled into main engineering looking rather disturbed, carrying a large duffle bag and a large composite backpack. He looked around as he entered looking from someone to help him. Calder was talk his firm forearms exposed by his rolled up sleeves. He was an odd site in yellow security tunic black tactical pants with enough pockets to store his own tool kit, with enough medical pouches and packs at his waist to service a small disaster team. “Could I get a hand?” he asked.

Aaron Calder
USS Ogawa Security