"Here we go then."

	Freshly graduated Ensign Anders entered the departure lounge for Star Base 01, this time for a very different reason.  The vessel he would board from there would be on his shoulders, all of it.  Maybe someone from engineering would disagree with that, but for the young, lithe man the idea would suffice.  His uniform felt tight around his chest, his breath restricted by anticipation.  Any kind of helm-related duty was not totally unfamiliar to Falkvord, but to have the overwatch of Albert Hofmann (his instructor and beloved career progenitor) no longer a given was beyond surreal.  It was all him now along with the parting word of wisdom he'd received prior to leaving the academy's halls for the last time: "She flies better when she's making a noise."  The young man smiled, taking a seat to await the shuttle which would take him to the satellite somewhere up there in the evening sky.  

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	The flight had been an equally pervasive experience.  Drawing up on the station had given the nord an excellent view of the immense, six-noded structure and a glimpse of the vessel he'd be pulling the strings of: the [b]USS Grandeur[/b].  There it was, docked and most likely devoid of life but not for much longer.  The Ensign suspected that his to-be captain Seth Juvum was itching to inspect the craft and would most likely be doing that in the coming hours.  From this sort of distance, one could only idly watch and speculate.

	Falkvord had briefly met the captain prior to his graduation.  It wasn't a lengthy exchange with the ridged-nose male, but during which he had been given a very strong impression of the Half-Bajoran's resolve.  And to make matters that much more interesting, he was once indeed a pilot.  As such, Anders expected his every move at the helm to be observed and most probably criticised.  "All the more reason to show off," he thought with a dangerous smirk, peering intently out at the galaxy class's stern.

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	"Orders... Orders..."  He thought to himself, carrying a single case of personal items through to the ship's docking station.  Security checks had been more thorough than the young man had allowed for and it had taken him longer than expected to finally get cleared to board.  IN a rush of reality, his mind faded blank as he crossed the threshold, stepping from the satellites superstructure and onto the deck of his home for the... how long was he to spend in deep space again?  Which deck was he on now?  Was there a way to stop that creeping, nervous smile form rising any more and exposing more of those civilian-grade teeth?

	With the entryway to the Grandeur clear of foot-traffic, Anders shuffled to a hurried stop in the centre of the corridor, fishing out a battered PADD from his leg pocket.  He was somewhere near the dish's docking port and nor far from the recreational area if his judgement was correct.  Was he meant to be meeting anyone there?  Or should he drop his luggage at the quarters first?  Did he even have time for that?  He was sure to be late at this rate, what with security and now this last-minute confusion!  "Orders..."  He mumbled to himself, looking up from the dimly-lit screen at the sound of footsteps drawing near.