Work. The one thing that I got to choose in my life. You know not having a super unique look in my species and being on the short end of my species.

"7645 to your post!" I hear my device say. I quickly pull my uniforms and hurry to my post. The outskirts of the station.

I put on my air helmet and pull on some gravity boot and attached my tether to one of my boots before going outside to my booth.

My job is small in the intergalactic police force, but then again I'm very small... I get to check beings authorization cards and keep those from coming in that are illegal.

It's an easy job because I just have to check to see if the stamp is current and the photo ID matches.

Everything goes well until the alarm goes off that an unauthorized species is inside, thankfully I haven't been terminated so it wasn't my entrances fault.  I close the door and run into the station and change out of the outside clothes. As I'm walking through the small tunnels I see a large figure blocking my path