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New to Roark Nor

Posted on Sun Jul 13th, 2014 @ 7:55am by
Edited on Wed Jul 30th, 2014 @ 7:40am

Frank Marion set foot off the Star Fleet transport and walked through the air lock onto the Nor Class space station. It was a stark change in environment, from the clean, orderly and almost clinical atmosphere of the a Star Fleet ship, and onto the darker Cardassian station that looked to have a long backlog of maintenance issues, and it smelled of voles......................................... Frank liked it! He had been concerned that he wasn't refined and as proper as most in Star Fleet. He didn't really want to be socializing with a bunch of polished REMF's in clean uniforms every day. Frank wondered if there was a good place to get a drink on this station.

Chief Warrant Officer Marion?
Frank turned a little unused to being called by rank for the first time in a long time. There was a security crewman who looked for confirmation to the question. Frank confirmed his identity. The security detail helped the Frank deliver his gear to his quarters. Frank's mind wandered to his cargo in the cargo bay of the transport. He wondered when it would be cleared and off loaded. But for now, he needed to get ready for duty, which included putting on a uniform for the first time in years.

Frank started to unpack, and change clothes. As he pulled off his shirt he looked down at the underside of his left wrist at the tattoo. He could have had it removed, but it was a good reminder not to do stupid things and follow the wrong people.

 

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