Gordon stepped into the security office dressed in his working uniform, his boots although duller than a dress uniform level of shine still held a high sheen to them. His hip holster was empty and he seemed to unconsciously run his hand over it from time to time, almost like he was expecting to feel a phaser in it and its absence was unsettling to him.

A tall yet young looking enlisted Andorian waved Gordon to him from the rear of the room, he was near a gaggle of other enlisted crew who were a hub of of activity. Some weapons lay dismantled on the nearby work tops while crewmen prepped their phasers, a variety of them appeared old and battered while others seemed fresh from the replicator. Gordon swallowed nervously and walked over, extending his hand as he reached the Andorian. He was a Petty Officer First Class and although appeared near to Gordons age he appeared to hold himself with an air of confidence well beyond his years.

“Crewman Gordon Muir, sir…good to meet you…” Gordon said as confidently as he could, trying to mask the air of uncertainty that he never the less exuded. The Andorian smiled back and shook Gordons hand with a firm grip. “Telev Shran, although if the officers around its Petty Officer Shran. Here’s your weapon, I checked it out for you…”

Telev’s other hand appeared with a hand phaser along with a few additional power cells, “I trust your quite happy with how to use this....” Telev said with a slight challenge in the voice. Gordon took the weapon, cleared it then began dissembling it on the table next to them, “All good....Shran, are you okay with Shran?” Gordon replied with a quick glance towards the Andorian. Telev nodded his ascent as Gordon snapped the Phaser back together and holstered it, he debated grabbing a drink before this briefing began but decided against it.

Crewman Gordon Muir, Sec + NPC Telev Shran