Aasrel had never been the nervous type. He hadn’t been nervous when he attended Academy, nor during his previous ship boardings. He figured most new crew wanted to make a good impression. He simply didn’t care either way. Either he would make a good impression or he wouldn’t.

It mattered more to him now, for different reasons. The reactions people had to him annoyed him. He did everything he could to hide the parts of him that looked different. That reminded him of what he’d been through. Today was no different. The long sleeved uniform covered his arm, and he wore gloves to hide the evidence of his cybernetic implant on his arm and hand.

Otherwise, he seemed confident, perhaps overly so, as he stood in the corridors deciding how best to go about meeting the XO for his check-in. His promotion and transfer had been both sudden and unexpected. He felt prepared for it, if perhaps a tad inexperienced. The only thing nerves served to do was make him perform worse. He decided to comm and see what the XO would prefer him do. He at least knew the XO’s name, he’d seen it on the transfer paperwork. =/\= Izei to Commander Mwezi. Where would you like me to meet you to officially report for duty? =/\=

~ Izei, CMO