Najma stumbled to her quarters with way too may bags in her arms. She panted as she stopped outside of the door to her assigned room then she let all the bags fall to the floor. They made loud thudding sounds as they did. Irritated, she ran one hand over her forehead as she exclaimed loudly “I cannot believe I had to carry my own bags to my quarters.”
She placed one hand on her hip then waved her hand in front of the sensor on the door. When it did not open she sighed and smacked it with her open palm, then it opened. She walked in the room, leaving all the bags outside. She considered the room and its set up. It was nice, a one room efficiency condo type suite, a large window with a never-ending view of space. “Well….at least my living area is decent.” She said as she looked at the pile of bags at the door. Najma rolled her eyes, walked over, and sat on the neatly made bed. She stretched her arms above her head then yawned. Her arms hurt and she was tired from carrying all those bags, however there was no time to rest. “First order of business, to knock out all the formalities. I guess I need to grace the chief medical officer, counselor and the commander with my presence. Lucky them.” She said as she let out an errant laugh.

Lieut. (j.g) Moreino – CSO