Nikael flung his duffel onto the bed and lay on the carpeted floor, his legs stiff from the long slow transfer shuttle to Starbase 777. He mumbled into the floor, "Computer, personal log, Stardate uhh, 90812 point, 2? 25? It might be three. Stardate 90812.3. I've arrived to my first posting, and all I can think of, is those shuttles are awful, it took almost two weeks to get out here, and I feel like I need to be stretched out on an ancient torture device."
He rolled onto his arm, stretching it out, and then doing the same for a leg.
"I received a message assigning me quarters, and providing me my basic posting instructions, but I'm still waiting, ultimately, for a meeting with my boss. My shift schedule starts in two days, though I have no idea what I'm doing yet. My posting details say, 'Tactical Department, Field Assignment' which is about as clear as mud." He sprung up, and shook himself out. "I need a replicator, and a gym. Oh, uh, computer, end personal log." His stripped out of his duty uniform, and flung it into the small closet, and practically teleported into his USS Yorkshire training gear.
"Computer, identify route to nearest gymnasium."
<<Nearest gymnasium is deck nine, section 12, compartment 23.>>
"Does it have a squat rack?"
<<Compartment 23, section 12, deck 9 is assigned two compound weight racks. A full breakdown of assigned equipment is available on request.>>
"All I needed to know, thanks!" he called, already on his way out the door at a jog.
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