((open to anyone coming on board the Endeavor who isn’t using ‘pre sim’ as their arrival))

Honey blonde hair was in a tight hand pulled knot on top of her head. And the coveralls she wore were certainly not fresh and creased. Liz was busy chatting with another scientist in an almost impeccable uniform. “I understand that we aren’t staying on the planet. But doesn’t that intrigue you all the more? I mean, the chance to examine an ecosystem that’s so unique it literally ‘eats’ things that are replicated.” The excitement in her voice soon had the young male scientist as animated as her.

The shuttle was transporting the new incoming crewman from the surface where they had arrived over the prior week while awaiting the Endeavor was enroute. Liz was as common looking as half of the members on the shuttle. Most didn’t have uniforms on because they had disintegrated, like may replicated things, in the time they were there. Most personal items had been stored in special containers to protect them, but the seal wouldn’t be broken on those crates till safe on the ship and decontaminated. Till then, many were in either indigenous clothes, or, like Liz, in original clothes from their past that had been salvaged from the mess of things that didn’t last.

Alizabeth “Liz”