Ford dropped the duffel just to the inside of the door to his quarters and looked around. “Seen one, seen ‘em all,” he said softly. Standard issue Starfleet officer quarters, though that potted plant was a nice touch. Table, chair, bed, his world for the next… however long the higher-ups wanted him here.

No point sticking around here, he thought, and exited the room, heading back to the turbolift. He grabbed the handle once inside and then gave his requested location. “Main bridge.” The travel time was quicker than he expected and soon the doors opened again, revealing the busy interior of the Sentinel’s heart.

It struck him again how small they always made this room, no matter the class, given the number of people that would be working here. A yeoman was handing an Andorian in command gold a clipboard with something on it; it wasn’t a large leap to assume this was Captain Zarath, so he approached, circling around the chair so he was just in sight and assuming a parade stance, hands clasped behind his back and waiting to be acknowledged once the captain was done.

COS Ford