Greiss straightened out his new uniform as he stood in the turbolift that led to main engineering. At last he thought. Ensign! I can’t believe it.
4 years of tireless study and a month or so on a training ship had really flown by. Now he had reached his goal, for now, at least. His intention now would be to meet the chief of engineering, a figure that he could be taking orders from years down the line. As important as this first impression was to Greiss, he didn’t feel as nervous as he usually did when meeting a superior. Perhaps he had been numbed to the spectacle of a starship by now, but he doubted it. Winston wondered for a second. Pondering whether anyone could not be in awe of Starfleet ships, or any warp-capable vessels for that matter. They existed as innate defiance of the natural order, a demonstration of all sentient lifeforms’ shared desire to break through immense physical boundaries and touch the stars. Oh, dear. He was rambling to himself again. It did not even make sense either. Anyone born and raised on a starship would never feel as if it were an unnatural place. Greiss sighed at himself as he realized his folly of getting wrapped up in his thoughts, and watched as the turbolift doors opened up.

~Ensign Greiss, Engineer