“Come on,” Zekk grunted as he dragged the large wheeled suitcase with both hands along the Wolverine’s corridors towards his assigned quarters with difficulty. The wheels were both buckled from whatever was inside the case, and the duffle bag hung limply beside it. “Stupid wheels… not worth the latinum! I’ll make sure to file a complaint to the trading authorities on that station, perhaps earn back the price plus an inconvenience settlement… yes, a small profit but still profit,” he continued, pulling it backwards with little care for what was behind him as his short figure trudged along towards his final destination for deck 3 quarters.

Petty Officer Zekk, Son of Quork
Operations Specialist/Helm
USS Wolverine