Flint was brought back to his senses when the shuttlecraft docked with the USS Valkyrie. A small shunt while it settled down made him come back to life while he was deep in his thoughts.

“We have arrived” said the helmsman with a chipper sound.

The door hissed sharply as it opened, and the air populated inside the craft itself. It smelt fresh and clean, something Flint was not used to in his last posting. “The smell of chalk and burnt rubber seems to be missing” he thought.

Standing up and grabbing his bag he had to bow his head slightly to avoid slamming it into the door frame, heading down the ramp he could see the arrival was pretty quiet, he had heard most of the ship was away on shore leave and did anticipate as much, although, he preferred it like this, he could get accustomed to life without the fuss of pleasing people from the off.

He heard good things about the Valkryie, especially its background in previous missions, he was apprehensive in trying to fit in with the looming recent deaths of his parents over his head but he was determined not to let it shroud his judgement throughout his new posting.

Flint had some partial say in his transfer originally but it seems his skillset was being underutilized on the Callisto, he was hoping to put his talents to better use here.

Walking towards the corridor and leaving the shuttle bay he requested directions to the CO’s office for initial check-in, the display lit up and set him on his way.