Posted by Lieutenant Commander Eshrallias sh’Vheris (Chief Science Officer) in CO’s Office - Reporting for Duty
It was not often Eshrallias stalled in approaching her boss, but with seating as cramped as the shuttle she had arrived by, and a pilot chattier than Leo Getz, Vheris felt the overwhelming urge to freshen up before she arrived to duty irritated and two seconds past nearly strangling an innocent kid. Minutes later, the Andorian officer emerged from her newfound cave, her exasperated expression hidden by the magic of icy water and a replicated washcloth.

Running on a timed schedule–in part by her own design–Eshrallias adjusted the hem of her uniform, making a bee-line for the nearest turbolift. Months had passed since her previous assignment to a Starfleet vessel, her feet grown wary at the navigation of its decks, but somehow she felt at ease. For a life surrounded by the military, whether Starfleet, Terran or Andorian, had left her seeking stability in heart of its organized chaos.

A young man before her, his torso a pale grey (what would appear yellow to most) indicative of his talent, Vheris slipped into the turbolift. “Good morning, Ensign.” She greeted, her gaze trained on his collar for confirmation. He seemed childlike in his features; his undamaged skin met by hands whose calluses resembled that of an kid who spent his days hiking the wilderness rather than manning a starship. He must have been a recent graduate.

“Morning, Commander.” His voice, betraying his spindly stature, was deeper than she had expected. In greeting, he offered a quiet nod, stepping aside as to give his larger companion room in case of any further stops along the way.

“Deck 1.”

By deck three, she had been rid of the Ensign’s silent company, left to her own devices for the remainder of her short ride. As the doors slid apart, she slipped from behind them, her attention trained on the CO’s office rather than the hubbub of life that was the ship’s main bridge.

Many times before she had stood in this position, hesitating to press her finger against the buzzer. In those days it had daunted her, questions of over-analyzation creeping into her mind in effort to send her heart off to the races. Now, it seemed nothing more than a button; a barrier seperating her from one assignment and the next. She pressed it.

Lt. Cmdr. Eshrallias, Incoming CSO

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