Elsamine Gerogio stood at the door of the shuttle pod that was transporting her to her new assignment. She carried a green duffle bag and tugged at the uniform jacket to straighten the lines. As the pod landed and lurched, the marine stood straight and not moving. Years of training and hard landings had allowed for her to perfect this stance. As the doors opened, she stepped off the shuttle and nodded to the bay crew before heading to her quarters that she had already plotted out prior to arrival.

After dropping her bag in her quarters, Elsamine headed for the Bridge to report for duty to the Captain. Her stride measured, her back straight, bright red hair pulled back in a tight braid and then twisted into a bun gave the diminutive woman a air of command. She stopped outside the Captain’s ready room door and rang the chime.

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