“Name.”

“Oswald, sir. Robert Oswald.”

“So you’re Oswald. You’ve got quite the report. Impressive.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Why did you join Intelligence?”

“My father was an engineer on Pelos. Sort of the family trade.”

“You’re father a military man?”

“No, sir.”

“Shame. The Federation is always needing specialized men. So, let’s see your ability. You’re doing the Obstacle course.”

Before him lay a door, on the other side of which was an interior replica of a standard Zephyr Class Light Cruiser. The primary design used for the transport and assistance of planet-side forces.

“On my command, you will proceed through the door. It is a realistic scenario in which speed of movement and thinking are key.. Are you ready?”

“Yes, sir.”

The door slid open.

“Go!”

“Oz!”

Oswald snapped to. Webster stood before him.

“You okay?”

Oswald shook his head.

“Yeah, yeah. This whole thing reminded me of the exam they gave me.”

“Ah. Well… don’t scare me like that.”

“Won’t happen again.”