Lieutenant Nog walked out of him bedroom from just changing into his star fleet uniform. He was a new man. He was a Lieutenant. From the moment Nog joined Star fleet he knew that he would be the first Captain in star fleet that was a fregaini. He was not just going to be like his uncle Quark, who sat at a bar and cheated people's money away. He was going to prove that he had what it took to become the best that he could be. A warrior.

Nog walked over the replicator and he order up his usually breakfast. Not much more than the earth's food called eggs. Two eggs, two strips of bacon and one slice of toast. Captain Sisko was the one that gave him the suggestion of the breakfasts. "It's the Breakfast of captains!" he said often. Well, before he went to live with the wormhole aliens. Benjamin Sisko was the one that gave him the promotion last week to Lieutenant. He was going to make him proud when he came back. Nothing was going to stop him! Rather it was loosing a leg during the war, or his uncle's way of living. He was Nog, a star fleet officer!

Around the corner of his quarters he went to the turbolift, which was going to take him into ops. He was a fine young officer that no one could doubt for a second. Jake Sisko, who was the son of Benjamin Sisko, was his roommate in his quarters. He had no been there this morning. He was out having breakfast with one of the girls he was running around with. "Not to worry!" Nog told himself. Jake was his best friend and he would always have time for him.

The turbo lift stopped and Lt. Nog walked of the lift. It went right back down to the lower level for other officers waiting to arrive for duty. Nog looked around and what he saw was what he loved. His family.