A tall but lanky Trill haphazardly navigated his way through corridors and turbo-lifts of the Challenger. Not yet adjusted to the specific type of hustle and bustle on a active star-ship he moved a bit slowly and awkwardly. A fact unaided by his head being craned down at his tricorder somewhat frantically tapping at the buttons. After more then a few wrong turns the distracted young man found himself standing before the doors to the med bay. Taking a moment to stow his tricorder and straighten his cadets uniform he began to mutter to himself a bit.

“Reporting to LT. Yancy, should mention his guide to cultural sensitivity. No that’s normal Starfleet reading, his adaptive Immunotherapy paper is more impressive. Though is that trying too hard? Should I mention having been a initiate? That brings up my dismissal though, my academy grades show my medical worth however and …” Cutting himself off from his mumbling the cadet took a deep breath closing his eyes for moment. Hoping no one over heard all that as he attempted to settle the anxiety within. Producing a small flat stone from his pocket and soothingly rubbing it along his fingers as he stepped into the med-bay.

“Medical Cadet Sozenn reporting in Lieutenant. Your papers are quite informative sir. ” He presented himself to the lieutenant a bit rigidly, winching internally a bit at the possible awkwardness of the last line.

Bejal Sozenn
Cadet Medical Officer
USS Challenger