Nico stepped out of the shower and noted the smeared mark on his mirror. What was going on, what did he do last night, and did he want to know? He had been laying heavily into drinking lately, it is something he was growing more and more concerned with, and felt he should perhaps talk to Medical about it. It was a bit out of the blue for him; maybe he did need some counselling. This whole thing with his Ex might be affecting him more than he thought.

He put on his uniform and made his way to the turbolift hub. It was a bit busier than usual; it looked like the Arrivals from Maelstoxx were on their way back. It is time to get ready to resume work as usual. Stepping into Turbolift A2, which was the second Turbolift to the Operations Deck, he was with other people. Perhaps it wasn’t the direct one today. He nodded and made his way to the back, reviewing a padd of information that would be beneficial. Mostly to do with Comms Traffic and procedures.

“Deck 175 – Mezzanie,” the computer called out, and every deck that was requested.

“Deck 47 – Operations,” a large chunk of the cadets got off, leaving about five people in the turbolift. It hummed for a bit and then stopped.

“What’s going on?” Nico asked his Turbolift mates.