-= SB 485 =- He heard an announcement on his combadge, that he was to report to the USS Thorn for departure in 24 hours. This was very typical of the Starflet bureaucracy. First reporting to Bragg he was told to come to SB 485, to his opinion, in the middle of no-where, just to return via another ship, to Bragg for a reason only the prophets would know. At least the system knew he was part of the Chimera crew, he wondered if he had even been taken out of the roster when he left, almost a year ago. "Ensign?" Someone called. A few things had changed, since the last time, he was now wearing a starfleet uniform, rather than a marine green. He was also now a fully certified doctor, having completed the remainder of his residency and a few months of catching up in the classrooms. He looked again at the small sized PADD he was carrying, reviewing his orders. It seemed odd to have medical written all over it, when he had served as marine and SSF operator all his 13 years of service, quite a change. "Ensign, please move on." The voice repeated. It was also strange to be back to the lowest rank in the commissionned officers, ensign, when he had left Starfleet, his record was closed, so when he rejoined, he was to start it all over. From Major to Ensign... He should have thought better when he quit, for personal and psychological reasons. But then again, he was in a new trade, that fact smoothed the harshness of the rank drop. "ENSIGN!" The voice shouted, and poked him in the shoulder. "What!" Okrin turned to the man. "What IS your MAJOR malfunction lieutenant!" He barked in the officer's face, once again in Drill sergeant's mode, forgetting his place. The lieutenant stepped back, not willingly, at the outburst, but recovered quickly. "As you where, ensign!" He said, in a controlled voice, still obviously commanding. Okrin realized what had just happened and eased off, KNowing he was probably going to be in shit, but not carring more than he needed. "Sorry... Sir, I'm still getting used to the rank... adjustment." He said to his own defence. Now the Lt could see the man, although wearing an ensign pip, was older and seemed battlehardened with a good number of missions under his belt. "Fine, no problem, just get out of the way would you? You're blocking the exit." The security officer said, as Okrin turned to his left and saw the line of people, waiting for him to vacated the exit point. There seemed to be three or four persons missing between him and the first other passenger waiting to disembark. A second officer lowered his sidearm, seeing the situation ease quickly. Okrin almost grunted at the passengers, but just grabbed his carry-on bag and left the area, looking for any old Chimera crew he could find. He was to report to someone. He thought Guzman, as XO would do fine, but Rangi, his dept head was his main target, they had alot to catch up with his most recent happenings... Ensign Nejor Okrin Medical Officer USS Chimera-A (SSF) _________________________________________________________________ Powerful Parental Controls Let your child discover the best the Internet has to offer. http://join.msn.com/?pgmarket=en-ca&page=byoa/prem&xAPID=1994&DI=1034&SU=http://hotmail.com/enca&HL=Market_MSNIS_Taglines Start enjoying all the benefits of MSN® Premium right now and get the first two months FREE*.