Max’s transport from the Challenger was uneventful. He had been anxious with anticipation at arriving at his first duty station. Despite his eagerness he was caught unprepared as the shuttle docked at the Starbase Magellan. He had been fiddling with the case presented him by the Captain of the Challenger, formerly containing the ensign pip he now wore on his collar. It now contained the insignia he wore up until very recently, that of a cadet first class. He had been turning it over in his hand, opening it and looking inside and was jolted back to reality at the slight rumble of the shuttle docking.

He proceeded directly to sickbay, seeking directions along the way as needed. Upon arriving he stopped the first person who appeared to work there.

“Hello, I’m Dr. Woolley. I’ve just been assigned here. Can you please direct me to the CMO?” he asked. Of course, he would also need a physical and had other check ins to make. But he would be feeling quite a bit more at home once he was able to fully digest his new workplace and meet his new superior.

Ens. Max Woolley, Medical