Iniko sat on a bench outside the Federation embassy. They held their pad and a stylus on their lap and doodled nervously, glancing up through their short black curls at the door. Their foot tapped nervously, jiggling the stylus and ruining the doodle. This is the last chance to give up this crazy idea. Just go back home, invite Mel and Oni over for dinner, and nothing will have to change. Nothing will change at all. No, that is not an acceptable option. Iniko stood abruptly and shoved the pad in their pocket. They stepped purposefully toward the door, before swinging back around and hunching down on the bench again. What if this doesn’t work? What if I wash out of training and have to come back home and face them all? Is this really worth the risk? A runabout lifted off behind the embassy and they watched it fly up through the clouds. That is what I want. I am going to be up there someday. I can’t be stuck here forever. Alright, then, no more hesitating. Iniko stood up once again and walked toward the door. This time they didn’t look back. It was time for a new beginning.