02-11-2025, 06:34 PM
The alarm chirped at precisely 06:45, dragging Leo from his restless, half-sleep he’d managed after the previous night’s ordeal. His mind had replayed the commissioning ceremony in agonising detail, over and over, long past the point of exhaustion. He let out a sigh and ran a hand down his face before forcing himself out of bed.
The moment his bare feet hit the cool floor and he opened his eyes, he groaned.
“Right. Still on a ship. Still that guy who forgot to tell the Captain his own bloody name.”
Dragging himself to the replicator, he muttered, “Coffee, White.” The steaming mug materialised, and he took a slow sip, letting the heat pull him fully into the waking world. His reflection in the mirror looked… well, as dishevelled as he felt. Bloodshot hazel eyes and a faint pillow crease on his cheek.
Fantastic. That’s just the face of professionalism right there.
Shaking off the sluggishness, Leo dropped down to do a quick set of push-ups, part habit, part attempt to jolt himself into focus. A few deep breaths later, he climbed back to his feet, stripped off his pyjama bottoms and showered before adorning his uniform. Trousers, done up. Tactical boots, properly fastened. Coloured undershirt, tucked in. Department coloured jacket, uncreased and done up. Dress neat, posture straight. The reflection staring back at him now looked the part.
Grabbing his PADD, he skimmed the latest duty roster and it looked like security was about to come alive, with a recall in place and an assignment involving an ambassador, he’d need to check in with d’Tor’an for details, but it looked like things were about to get busy fast. Good. He preferred it that way. Less time to dwell on how spectacularly he’d fumbled his introduction to half the senior staff.
“Only 07:30, hmm. I don't want to get there too early.” He muttered quietly.
Sitting back down at the end of his bed, he made his first personal log entry.
Log finished, coffee now in need of replenishing, Leo stood up with purpose and with a final deep breath, he ran a hand over his hair, squared his shoulders, and made his way out the door. Time to prove his worth.
>> Security Complex >>
The moment his bare feet hit the cool floor and he opened his eyes, he groaned.
“Right. Still on a ship. Still that guy who forgot to tell the Captain his own bloody name.”
Dragging himself to the replicator, he muttered, “Coffee, White.” The steaming mug materialised, and he took a slow sip, letting the heat pull him fully into the waking world. His reflection in the mirror looked… well, as dishevelled as he felt. Bloodshot hazel eyes and a faint pillow crease on his cheek.
Fantastic. That’s just the face of professionalism right there.
Shaking off the sluggishness, Leo dropped down to do a quick set of push-ups, part habit, part attempt to jolt himself into focus. A few deep breaths later, he climbed back to his feet, stripped off his pyjama bottoms and showered before adorning his uniform. Trousers, done up. Tactical boots, properly fastened. Coloured undershirt, tucked in. Department coloured jacket, uncreased and done up. Dress neat, posture straight. The reflection staring back at him now looked the part.
Grabbing his PADD, he skimmed the latest duty roster and it looked like security was about to come alive, with a recall in place and an assignment involving an ambassador, he’d need to check in with d’Tor’an for details, but it looked like things were about to get busy fast. Good. He preferred it that way. Less time to dwell on how spectacularly he’d fumbled his introduction to half the senior staff.
“Only 07:30, hmm. I don't want to get there too early.” He muttered quietly.
Sitting back down at the end of his bed, he made his first personal log entry.
Log finished, coffee now in need of replenishing, Leo stood up with purpose and with a final deep breath, he ran a hand over his hair, squared his shoulders, and made his way out the door. Time to prove his worth.
>> Security Complex >>