Star Trek: The Chosen

The day started out like every other for Ensign Kal Dern. He woke in bed at the sound of his alarm.

"Computer, Lights."

When he stood from bed, he paused to glance at his room. It was a typical junior officer's quarters, complete with a sonic shower, a replicator, a bed, and a small sitting area. Starfleet had wanted this new ship to be the best, and they'd not shown any hesitance when it came to providing for the crew. They wanted this ship to be the finest in the fleet...

That is, they had when she was launched, nearly 6 years ago. Now Voyager was trapped in the Delta Quadrant, 30,000 light years from home. It took a moment for Kal to remember that he had to report to the bridge in half an hour for duty, and for him to stop reminiscing about how they had gotten here and the adventures the crew of Voyager had had together.

Then, moving to his dresser, he dressed in his uniform, looking in the mirror at the yellow stripe across the shoulders that indicated his status as a security officer. He examined himself further, ensuring that his short brown hair was in order, his square jaw shaved, and his gray eyes clear of the aftereffects of sleep.