Casela had boarded the Leviathan as soon as she got her orders from the base commander. She was eager to get going. Her last tour of duty on the Triton had been fulfilling, but routine. She knew she had been sent out there because first and foremost she’d get the answers intelligence wanted, and she had, but it was a rookie job. Secondly she was sent because of her blatant disregard for rank. It didn’t go over well that on her last recon mission she’d turned the shuttle about and dropped the admiral off on a little paradise of a planet and gone on to finish the mission without him. That was going to hurt her career, but she honestly didn’t care. The admiral was a pansy and nothing was going to jeopardize their objective, and he was a problem.
The Leviathan was a dream of a ship for covert operations. She was lucky her service record and skill set made her perfect for the job. On her way to sickbay she dropped off her bag at her quarters, just tossing it into the room. Once she arrived at sickbay and walked in and eyed the doctors and nurses. There was no CMO yet, but that was okay. “Lt. Casela Synthi-er reporting for physical.” When no one moved she raised a brow, mimicking her old mentor, “You might have all day, but I do not.” Her voice didn’t get louder, but her message got across. A nurse came over to take her medical history and start her exam. Casela nodded, that was more like it. She couldn’t stand slackers.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS