The day before had been rough. Prescott moved towards the MACO’s office and wondered just how badly she was gonna get it today from another superior officer. After three days, the bruises were starting to face, but she still looked like she’d taken a beating. The marks on her arms were still colored, though fading, as were the grip marks on her wrists. Her black eye was fading to just the dark impact point on her left cheekbone. She had let the Doc treat her, but knew there were some things she had to get over on her own.

As she reached the woman’s office, she straightened her uniform and tapped the chime. She was inspection ready… for the most part. And she knew the next few minutes may mean the difference between her staying on the ship, and having a job, or being sent away for her incompetence.

Lt Elizabeth Prescott
Sec/Intel (relieved)