The trip to Spacedock was fairly mundane, and yet the Vulcan known as Ovik had enjoyed it thoroughly. He had the opportunity to visit Vulcan and see his family and the monastery after his last deployment. That deployment, barely a year after his commissioning, was informative and fulfilled a lot of skills experience check boxes. But it was not the most exciting. So pulling into the Sol system after a visit home, with all the craft buzzing in and out of Earth’s orbits, was enthralling.

Ovik made his way through the docking ports and over to the ship - the USS Sentinel. She was a fairly new Governor-class ship, with the same look and feel of the good old Constitution, but a bit more sleek and slender. He had read that she was a bit quicker and more nimble. That would be good for his posting at Security. He wasn’t 100% sure what all he would be doing. But pulling bridge duty with the ship’s weaponry could be on the table.

Deck 10 was his destination, his duffel still slung over his shoulder. The Vulcan found his way there after being approved for boarding, and found his way to the security chief. At least that’s who he thought it was. The full dossier of his boss, with a photo, had not been offered him yet.

Ovik came to attention and dropped his bag. “Sir, Ensign Ovik reporting,” He said calmly, standing before Phy-Knight, anxious to get started.

Ensign Ovik, Security Officer