Check ins…

This part always bothered Lera. No matter how sealed records were supposed to be, information always leaked out. Then whispers began.

They didn’t trouble her like they used to. Dating a large Orion Security Chief who carried her around on the crook of his arm cured her of most of her imaginary fears.

But he wasn’t here. He hadn’t been in the space station where she’d been for the last year, either. So she’d learned to ignore the whispers herself. She hasn’t been through all she had just to be brought down by susserus gossips.

After freshening up in her room and hanging her extra uniform up in case she needed it later, Lera headed out the door to medical. Check ins had to happen. And the sooner they were over, the sooner she could get to the bottom of what had happened to the ship. THAT was something she could wrap her head and skills around.

A few minutes later, hazel eyes framed by fire red hair and a sprinkling of freckles, gazed around the medical bay in search of the CMO. Or at least someone who could direct her to them.

Ensign Auleraine Brison
Engineer