It was far too early as a swirl of lights and a soft buzzing hum revealed the arrival of Rico outside the local authority Police Station on Cammina Prime. Despite the fancy sounding name, the planet and most of the inhabitants reminded him more of the people in the old style Western movies of Earths 20th Century.

Hot weather, gorgeously impressive vistas, a lack of reliance on technology and an atmosphere of ‘getting away from everything’ mixed with potent and cheap locally produced spirits, meant the planet was a popular holiday destination for many Starfleet ships.

Checking the time of day by looking up at the sun and noting how low it was over the horizon, Rico grumbled at missing out on Ally’s bacon and egg breakfast, turned, and pushed open the swinging doors that marked the entry into the Police station. Pausing on the inside he looked around at the dimly lit area.

“Lieutenant Vanhall, Chief of Security on the USS Ogawa,” he announced. I am expected.”

Lt Vanhall, CoS