Cadet David Martel stepped through the airlock into a busy open area. His was hardly the only transport arriving and the traffic in the arrival's section of the transportation hub was brisk. He blinked his green eyes to get adjusted to the noise of shouted questions and answers, the overhead loudspeaker booming arrival and departure information and the underlying buzz of conversation.
Without any further ado, Martel got his bearings and headed towards the massive round desk that was the central hub of the arrival area. Several Starfleet crewmen and NCOs manned the desk. Though the blonde ha