Lieutenant Jacob Hanson walked briskly off of the shuttle, glad to be on something a little more powerful than a cramped mark nine shuttlecraft. He looked around as he was ushered towards the shuttle bays' exit, so that the shuttle could disembark and transfer more crew. The two ensigns turned left chatting about what might await them during this assignment. Jacob turned right and headed towards the turbolift. 'It aint the Enterprise, but it'll have to do.' he thought to himself. He rounded a corner and entered the turbolift. "Deck Five, Crew Quarters." Hanson commanded, and the turbolift jumped slightly. The doors soon slid open and Jacob stepped out and walked down a corridor. He turned a corner and then turned left and saw the door to his quarters.
He walked into his quarters and placed his belongings onto the floor next to the bed before collapsing on it. "Computer, tell me when it is twelve hundred hours." he said as he let his eyes close. It had been thirty-six hours since he had last had a chance to rest, and he still had quite a bit of work left to do. He still had to report to the captain, report to the chief of security, and oversee the arrival of his personnel. He stood and lifted his bag onto his bed. Once the bag was opened Jacob started transferring the contents to the various cabinets and closets in his quarters.
He lifted his uniform shirt out of the bag and held it up to have a look at it. Teal… not a pretty sight, but anyone who wore it was of great importance to the security of the ship. This was his first assignment as a member of Starfleet Special Operations, and he was given command of the entire special ops team on the Independence. He lifted the uniform's gray jacket out of the bag, and lay it down on his bed. Last came the jet-black pants, which needed to be pressed to get some of the wrinkles out of it. He pulled a little box and a padd out of one of the side compartments on his bag, and placed them onto his dresser. He lifted the pants and ran his hand down the sides of the legs trying to smooth out the wrinkles, when he had done the best that he could he placed them back onto the bed.
Once he had checked to see that all of his belongings were properly squared away he picked up his uniform and went to change. Fifteen minutes later Jacob Hanson stood in front of a tall mirror, admiring his new uniform and checking to see that it was correctly worn. The collar was a little snug, but other than that the uniform fit perfectly. He picked up the little box he had placed onto the dresser and then opened it, revealing his two gold lieutenant rank pips. He plucked them out of the box and placed them onto his collar. "The time is twelve hundred hours." the computer intoned. Jacob jumped before remembering that he had set the alarm. He grabbed the padd he had placed on the dresser and left his quarters, heading off to the bridge.