OOC: This is a tad later than I’d like, but I got caught up in the typical Christmas rush lol.

IC:Bag slung on his shoulder Erikk stepped into the Turbolift. =^= Deck 11 =^= he said, shifting the bag further onto his shoulder until sat more comfortably, sagging sadly against his back. Even after all the years that had passed since he’d escaped his home planet he still packed light. He didn’t see the point of packing more than he needed. With only a handful of items it made unpacking a breeze. So much so he hadn’t even bothered to stop by his quarters and get organised before he completed his boarding evaluations. He didn’t need too.

The doors opened on Deck 11 and Erikk stepped out. For some reason this deck seemed to feel cooler than the turbolift, although he didn’t know if that was more because of nerves than a fault in the conditioning systems on the ship. Like many officers he wasn’t a fan of the psychological evaluation. Counsellors like to talk and he wasn’t a talker. Whether by nature or out of habit, Erikk didn’t easily talk, much less about himself. Which ended up with all sorts of mixed results from the people around him. He just didn’t see the point. He stopped walking, noticing he was outside the Counsellors office, with a baited breath he stepped forwards and rang the chime.

Lt. (j.g) Mendez, CSO