Tosh stepped down off the transporter pad slowly.  It was always a little disorienting even now despite the numerous away missions he'd been a part of which required the use of the device.  As much as he would like to pass it off as part of his genetic flux reacting to the molecule realignment, he had a feeling it was just ordinary transport sickness.  He shook his head, blinking a bit as he set both feet on the transporter room floor.<br/><br/>It was still a few hours before departure.  The McNair would be sent off on its maiden voyage.  He'd heard intriguing things about the vessel.  It apparently held new equipment and systems that had not yet been fit to other ships in the fleet.  Vergil looked forward to seeing what it could do.<br/><br/>He pulled the bag he brought with him up onto his shoulder as if it weighed nothing, and to him it hardly did.  It was easy to see that the man had a powerful physique under his black and red uniform.  Most didn't know how powerful until they saw him in action.  The tall man walked over to the computer panel on the wall before speaking in a firm and direct tone.<br/><br/>"Computer, please direct me to my quarters."<br/><br/>A synthesized female voice spoke a second after.<br/><br/>"<em>Lieutenant Vergil Tosh, Chief Security Officer.  Your quarters are located on Deck 2.</em>"<br/><br/>The man immediately turned and headed for the door and the nearest lift.  He passed a few cadets on the way, nodding to them but not really stopping to talk to anyone.  He held a silent strength and a somewhat unapproachable air about him.  That was fine.  He wanted to keep everyone in line, and the best way to do just that was to carry oneself with confidence and even a bit of imposition. Intimidating enough to be borderline threatening but still disciplined to do that job well.<br/><br/>He finally approached his room.  The doors parted as he stepped in front of them, and Tosh made his way through before they slid closed behind him with a gentle swish of power.  The lights immediately rose to an adequate level of illumination.  His bag was thrown on the bed like an afterthought.  The man procrastinated in some things, usually menial things like putting his clothes and personal belongings somewhere that wasn't in a temporary container.  This was no exception.  He had some time to explore the place, so that's what he did until it was time to meet the captain and rest of the crew.