The doors to the lounge suddenly slid open. A slim, pale blue Andorian ensign ran through them seemingly desperate to get through before the doors clamped shut. Gripping a nearby table for leverage she was hyperventiliating in a attempt to both breath and calm her frayed nerves. She felt like she had just ran through all of the ships walkways, crawlspaces, and rooms,<em>twice</em>. She didn't think finding the chief of secuirty would be this hard, and she had followed all the directions that the crewmen gave to her. And yet somehow the exact location of the officer she would be working under still eluded her.<br/><br/>She had been to the firing range where she was forced to duck and weave through a barrage of phaser fire as she had somehow wondered onto the area between the range's blast shields and its holographic targets, she had been to the bridge and even managed to reach the chief tactical officer's console before being shouted off the bridge, she even made it to the section of the ship's living quarters that was reserved for secuirty personel no luck there either just a bunch of irate half asleep security officers who each assigned her to several weeks of scrubbing out the ship's new fangled intermix chamber.<br/><br/>"Chief Secuirty officer" Tatania had to pause for a second to gulp down another breathful of precious air, "where is he? please tell me!"