Ensign Lacy Bordeaux stood outside the office of Commander Thraz sh’Kellirathras with her hands clasped behind her back, posture straight and perfectly still despite the low vibration running through the deck plating of the USS Sentinel. The fresh gold pip on her collar caught the overhead lighting every time someone passed through the security complex.
Former Marine or not, this was different.
Not a battlefield briefing tent. Not a dropship-ready room. A starship command office.
She adjusted the cuff of her security uniform once before pressing the chime beside the door.
When the authorization came, Lacy stepped inside with controlled precision and immediately came to attention.
“Ensign Lacy Bordeaux reporting aboard as ordered, sir.”
Her Australian accent carried naturally beneath the formal delivery.
“Transferred from Starfleet Marine Corps, Third Expeditionary Assault Battalion.” She stepped forward and offered a secure data padd with both hands. “Direct commission into Starfleet Security Division under orders from Personnel Command and Security Operations.”
Lacy returned her hands behind her back after the transfer.
“My service jacket, tactical certifications, and prior operational evaluations are included in the file, sir.”
She held herself like a Marine despite the officer’s uniform — shoulders square, chin level, eyes forward.
“Requesting permission to assume duties aboard the Sentinel as assigned.”

Ensign Lacy Bordeaux
Security USS Sentinel