Making her way down from the bridge through a turbolift, a shiver running down her spine as numbers illuminated a tiny screen on the inside. Supposed to stop on Deck 23, Ship’s Councilor’s Territory.

Skye hunched just slightly as the doors slid open on both sides, Officers having a run of the place to keep that vessel operating. Here, she was just a rookie trying to find her place amongst the stars. As soon as the coast cleared, a hybrid dressed in science blues had started sprinting down the hallway, a timer on the wall mounted screens keeping up with her.

Harsh breaths came and w by a wide her lungs, determined to make it towards the end of that hallway. But apparently, Shepherd’s heart was struggling to keep up the pace. Mid hallway, the blonde girl made a halt. Right in front of Mclntyre’s counseling room. She would’ve turned heel back towards that turbolift, only if her breath caught up.

As the doors slid open opened, the ensign was forced to look up. This young man towering over her stature. If only she could offer an awkward wave and let the ground beneath her feet to swallow her…

Ensign Skye Shepherd
Science Officer
U.S.S. Chimera - 98730 (Mjolnir Class)