USS Asimov
Post Sim - Medical per Captain
Seph had nearly bled her palms in the clenching of her fists as she maintained her composure leaving the Captain’s Ready Room and headed to medical as ordered. She had been played, and she certainly didn’t like it.
By the time she had traversed the halls to the medical bay, she had calmed down enough that her hands were flexing to rid themselves of the growing cramps across her palms. She walked into medical and looked around as she took a deep breath. She looked frazzled and stressed and her uniform had certainly been in better shape earlier that day.
Lt Seph Milestone
CSO