Ensign Lacy Bordeaux stepped into the USS Sentinel crew lounge carrying herself with the disciplined posture drilled into her through four years at the Academy. Her security gold uniform was crisp, boots polished, hair secured tight and regulation clean. The doors hissed shut behind her as the sounds of off-duty conversation and low music settled around the room.
She moved directly toward the replicator.
“Coffee. Black. Bacon, eggs, toast.”
The tray materialized a second later. Lacy picked it up carefully before turning toward the seating area.
Her eyes immediately locked onto two senior officers seated near the viewport.
The Chief of Security.
The Executive Officer.
Waiting for her.
Lacy straightened instinctively and crossed the lounge floor without hesitation. Stopping beside the table, she snapped to attention.
“Ensign Lacy Bordeaux reporting aboard the USS Sentinel for duty, sir.”
She remained standing, composed and professional, awaiting orders.

Ensign Lacy Bordeaux
Security USS Sentinel