Blimey, since when did an airlock feel like snow season back home? The thought crossed Marcus Anders’ mind as he stepped onto the deck of the USS Sentinel for the first time. Anders had seen pictures of vessels like these while attending a ‘Ships of the Line’ seminar before his final exam at the Academy, but he wasn’t prepared for how long some of the corridors were. He was already starting to get in other officers’ way as he awkwardly stumbled his way into the fray. Anders managed to come across a petite Security Officer, her red uniform starting to blend in with the wall she was leaning against and coughed as a way of getting her attention, she glared and arched an eyebrow.

“Excuse me lass?” The young Ensign began, “I’m looking for the Chief of Security’s office, I need to check in.” The woman rolled her eyes and pointed at a deck layout stuck to the opposite wall, “Check that,” she replied flatly. Kyle nodded awkwardly and scanned the diagram, before making his way to Deck 5.

As Marcus came across the CSO’s office, he cracked his knuckles in the same way he always did when he was nervous and stepped through the door, “Ensign Marcus Anders, reporting as instructed sir.”

-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-