Obiah. A personal n with the world on their shoulders, yet not a worry within it. They had her own set of flaws and their own set of strengths, small things that made them the humanoid creature that she happened to be. Trailing along the halls of the Academy ship, their hands were clasped behind her back, as series of anxious thoughts progressed through their mind. Would they be judged, by the Captain, based off of who their mother was? Put under a different light because of the felonies caused by a woman they hardly even knew? No.. they wouldn’t let that happen, couldn’t let that happen.

Get out of your own head, Obiah! They hissed within their mind trying to avoid the anxiety that crept up from the base of their spine to their shoulder blades, where they shivered as if someone had stepped upon their grave. They were not here to have the worries of their mother upon their mind, no, they were here to make a life for themself and make damn certain that they didn’t go down the path their mother had. Shaking their head, they took a deep breath and pushed away the thoughts of their maternal figure, looming over their mind like a dark shadow.

Stepping in front of the office of the CO, they straightened their stance, brushing off their shoulders before leaning over to press the chime, notifying their new boss of their presence outside of his office.

Lt. Torrirs
CMO