Short brunette hair framed a face that was cute, but not innocent. The eyes have her away. Jenyfer’s hazel eyes had seen things. At nearly thirty years old, she looked like a sprite from old Earth fairy tails. But she was anything but innocent and nieve.

Double checking her duffle for the umpteenth time, she watched the Chernov look into view out the front of the shuttle. She had originally been helping load the medical supplies before transferring to the ship. The shuttle pilot, in chatting with her, said he’d just take her up this trip and save her the hassle.

The docking procedures went as planned and Scott, the Lieutenant pilot, turned and smiled. “Your stop, Ma’am. Been a pleasure and I wish you all the best.”

Picking up her bag, she thanked him and stepped down the now open ramp, sidestepping those already scurrying up the ramp to begin unloading.

Once on the deck, she tugged down the front of her tunic and hoisted her bag onto her shoulder. Ships were nothing new to her, but she still left nothing to chance. Keen eyes took in everything around her. People, cargo, even the officer standing near the deck console watching her. Taking him in, she got curious. It wasn’t normal for a Captain to welcome a junior officer. Then it dawned on her. Nodding to the crate being carried by two Ensign to the side of the hanger, she saluted the Captain. “Junior Lieutenant Jenyfer Lynset, Sir. The special cargo is in those two amber crates. Deck Master said to let you know it’s everything you asked for.”

She dropped her salute and waited to be dismissed.

Lt JG Jenyfer Lynset
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