Gunny was leaned against the wall in the main Docking receiving area, waiting. At the moment he was watching the comings and goings of a Myriad of beings. Often people changed craft here at the station. It was not like it was easily available to get a direct flight from Earth to many places. Unless one was part of Starfleet, and then it was not direct flights to the places you wanted to go, just the ones you had to. Even that often required layovers, shuttle craft, short hops, etc to get where one was going. Gunny watched a group of Vulcan Monks crossing from one freighter to another, which was how freighter captains often supplemented their incomes. They he a few extra cabins that could be bought for travel purposes. Gunny assumed this was what old earth air travel must have been like for the people that were not of the means to have private transport.

As he waited he spotted a pair of Officers wearing the green and gold of the security forces of a Colony called Vigilance. They were not a federation member Colony, Ransom had been there it was an ugly place. Mining, Industrial, and crime. The entire place was brown. The air quality was horrible, and the people down trodden. It was one of the worst duty stations he had ever been stuck in. It was on the Edge of Federation space near the Ferengi Alliance. To top off that it was an awful place it had been recruiting duty. Often he met his quota just by unlocking the door, and helping people escape into Starfleet just for something better than where they were. Gunny barked a laugh that had been two long years of mostly boredom, except that one kid. His eyes defocused as the memory rose to the surface that had to have been nearly thirty years ago now.

Master Gunnery Sargent Hunter James Ransom, Strategic Operations