Although Tiller had only done this once before, it felt all too familiar. Tiller moved almost silently down the corridor, only allowing a small “swish” of lightly swinging arms to escape his body. Tiller had previously served on a star-ship. The ship held nothing to the magnitude of the outpost he was now stationed upon. It was intriguing to say the least.

Tiller had only one destination. The station commander’s office. Of course, he had all ready made arrangements with the Captain’s yeoman to set a time to meet with the captain, and estimated at his current pase, he would be early by fifteen seconds. This extra time would allow him to make sure his uniform was still well pressed. Tiller was proud of his meticulous punctuality. He valued punctuality almost as much as he valued formality and- “WHAM”.

Tiller fell to the ground hard, scraping his hands on the descent down. “Oh! I’m so sorry Lieutenant! Let me help you!” Said the voice of a figure masked by Tiller’s unfortunate position. Turning Tiller reached for the hand stretched to him. Just as he assumed, a nameless ensign with their nose in a PADD, paying little attention to their surroundings. “Ensign, it’s completely inappropriate for you to be reading while walking down this corridor, someone…such as myself, could be hurt by your inability to consider the whereabouts of others. I cannot allow for this to happen again, you must understand I will be making a report to your department hea-.” Tiller stopped short, noticing the tears welling in the young woman’s eyes.

“I apologize ensign, we all become proccupied at some point or another. Please, forgive me.” The young ensign nodded and scurried off. Tiller estimated this short delay would cause him to be late to his meeting by at least six seconds, and wouldn’t allow for any time to wash his bloodied hands or press the wrinkles out of his uniform. Rushing down the corridor now, Tiller entered the turbo lift. =/\= Deck Two =/\= The familiar whir of the lift began as Tiller attempted to fix his uniform, only to wipe small yet noticeable amounts of blood on his pants.

Exiting the turbo lift and glancing at a control panel, the young lieutenant noticed he was actually one whole minute late. Approaching the doors to the Captain’s ready room, Tiller nervously sighed. He hoped the commander would forgive his impunctuality. Quickly, Tiller pressed the chime in, awaiting his Commander’s response.

Lieutenant Hugh Tiller, SOO