Marcus Anders stepped confidently out of the turbolift, straightening his uniform in an imaginary mirror in front of him. He tried to spin confidently on his heel, but managed to half shift awkwardly 180 degrees. Anders corrected himself quickly and started on his way down the corridor. He kept his fingers crossed that nobody had noticed his slight blunder, but knew that news travelled fast on a ship this small.

-Ensign Marcus Anders: Security Officer-