Posted July 11, 2020, 3:15 p.m. by Ensign Ben Wilkinson (Security Officer) (David Stiles)
Ben stepped out of the shower and toweled himself off, his short hair needed only to run a towel through it and it was dry. He had just finished a fast sparring session on the holo-deck with an Escrima master and was now sporting a lovely bruise on his left hip that was just beginning to turn a nice shade of yellowish purple. He glanced down as he finished toweling off, “I might have to visit the doc and get something for that.”, he mumbled to himself. He placed the towel in the laundry slot and went into the bedroom. He noticed the small tattoo with his parents and brother’s names, “I miss you guys.”, he said softly. Selecting a fresh uniform and appropriate undergarments he sat on the bed and pulled on his socks and boots. He was due to relieve Lt McGregor in about 30 minutes and didn’t want to be late. Going to the replicator, he ordered, “Coffee, black, hot and two slices of toast, lightly buttered.”
Taking his coffee and toast, he went over to the table/desk and being careful not to get crumbs on his uniform munched on the toast between sips of the scalding coffee.
A bit later he glanced at the computer time display on the desk. “Time to go” he thought. He rose put the cup and small plate in the recycle slot for the replicator, and smoothing out imaginary wrinkles, and brushing off non-existent toast crumbs exited his quarters and headed for the COS’s office. He had a plan worked out where he would alternate manning the COS office with making sweeps of various areas of the ship, just keep an eye on things, and to get more familiar with the layout and his fellow crew members. He shortly arrived outside the COS office and pressed the door chime.
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