[i]Earlier[/i]
A scream, a crash and the looks of fear...This is all Jason can remember from his dream. Looking around at the station from his bench hidden away in a quiet hallway. Jason realized he didn't know where he was, panic took over as he searched through his Personal canvas bag he was issued right next to him on his left side. Extra uniform,several novels, several photos hidden in the novels of friends and family, his patrol cap. As he searched it dawned on him, this was the Truman. He had arrived several hours before from a passing Transport that was delivering fuel and ammo for the fleet stationed here. 

"Hey you can't sleep here get your ass up out of here" a Voice calls from his left him. Jason turns to see a woman dressed in Marine Fatigues standing by the end of his bench, looking at her arm he realizes she is a corporal and that he out ranked her "sorry corporal." he says as he stands up slowly gathering his stuff. "Name and rank now." she commands as an MP comes up behind her "sorry corporal I didn't men to fall asleep here." he mutters. 

The corporal becomes visibly angry "You stupid? I said name and rank!" she yells 
Jason sighs and pushes his bag away slowly revealing the officers bars "Jason Gonzales first officer aboard the S.S. Durendal." he says as the two immediately stand at attention "Sir sorry sir!" they say "don't worry about lets just forget about this whole thing.."

[i]present[/i]
After his encounter with in the hallway, Jason makes a bee line to the briefing. As he listens to his commanding officer "sir how long ago did the probe lose contact?"