Typho Arrival

As Samuel materialised on the transporter pad, he wondered why he had been sent to this vessel. Ever since the loss of his eye, he'd been effectively grounded and put out to pasture. Now out of the blue, he receives orders to leave immediately and report to the USS Leviathan-B, currently in Earth dock.

“Welcome aboard Major.” The Starfleet officer who was manning the transporter room controls announced.

“Which way to the Marine quarters ?” Typho enquired.

“The Marine quarters are situated on decks twelve and fourteen Sir.” The officer replied. “Senior officers quarters are on deck eleven.”

“Thank you….Lieutenant.” Typho replied after checking the officers rank.

He picked up his kit bag and headed down the corridor, looking for the turbolift. He didn't like ‘Fleeters' much and serving on a Starfleet vessel was not his idea of fun. A Marine since hearing of the death of his parents during the Dominion war, he had spent the last eighteen months training new Marines in the skills needed to fight and win. He had been a fighter pilot, one of the best, but his Yellowjacket had been heavily damaged during the Barien war and he'd been forced to land on a Barien-held planet. He'd survived and was eventually picked up by a Nuan transport. But the medical facilities onboard were basic and there was no way the Nuan medic could save Typho's left eye.

Samuel now wore an eye patch, having refused to be fitted with a cybernetic implant once he was handed over to the Federation. The loss of an eye meant he could no longer be a pilot and so he'd returned to Mars and been put to work at boot camp.

“Deck Eleven.” He announced as he stepped into the cab.

Five minutes later, he was in his new quarters. Placing his kitbag on the bed, he walked over to the window and looked out at Earth below. Moments later, there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it ?” Samuel asked.

Samuel walked away from the window and opened the door.

“You can put them in the corner Ensign thank you.” Samuel stated.

Once the young Ensign had left, Typho looked at the two boxes. One contained all his Marine equipment, battle armour, weapons etc. The second contained his personnel possessions and this box had not been opened in nearly two years. Typho had never been in one place long enough to settle down, so the box had remained closed.

Checking his uniform, Typho headed out of his quarters and headed towards the turbolift again.

*Time to make my presence known.* Samuel thought.

“Security office.” He announced.