Gordon opened his eyes after the familiar tingle of the transporter finished, his eyes squinting as he adjusted to the quickly vanishing shimmer that the transporters made. His eyes took in the room, noting that the other 5 crewmen on the pad looked far calmer than he did! A high pitched voice called out from near the operator control station.

“Good Afternoon everyone, my name is NE Harrow, welcome to the USS Ogawa. If you’ll follow me I’ll show you to your various divisions who will take control of you from there.”

NE Harrow appeared to be a young looking Human officer, his uniform was freshly ironed and his shoes gleamed even in the dull lighting of the transporter room. He carried the confidence of a man who knew his job and what was expected of him but still retained that nervous eagerness that ensigns have.

Gordon in contrast was a young looking man in his mid 20’s , with dark brown hair and green eyes. His uniform hung off him, he certainly wasn’t as well built as most security personnel. He nervously adjusted his satchel and constantly looked around, like a lost puppy. It wasn’t that he was some spotty faced young lad but more that he was keen to prove himself and to put his best foot forward.

Moving with the speed and coordination of a gaggle of ducks the group moved out of the transporter room and into the ships passageways. Gordon was treated to a whirl wind tour of the ship as the other crewmen were handed over to their respective departments, eventually Gordon was deposited outside a grey door marked with “Security Office”.

“Second last stop, Muir isn’t it? This is your department, I’m not sure who’s supposed to take charge of you but someone should be in. Good luck.” Said Harrow as he walked off with the last crew-member.

Gordon took a deep breath, adjusted his satchel and smoothed his uniform then stepped into the office....

Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec

OOC: I left this kind of open to whoever from security wants to abuse this poor crewman.

Al’