Crelle loved and hated the metal floors of the ships Starfleet assigned. Her short, slender frame barely made a sound against the metal as she walked with all her might towards sick bay. Her ancestors were apex predators, for gosh sake! Her sweet face and slender build betrayed her even as she walked down the hollow metal halls that were now her home. Pouting slightly, Crelle closed her blue eyes and took a deep breath. Shoving her thoughts of inadequacy aside she reminded herself of her years in academy, how just like everyone here shes earned her stripes… Metaphorically speaking. And, with a growing smile, Crelle began to plan her combat training and “toughen up” regime in her head as she entered the sick bay and approached the CMO. Crelle spoke gently as she approached from behind, nearly standing on top tier to tap the CMO’s shoulder.

[O] Hello. Ensign Crelle, reporting for boarding physical? [O]

Crelle, Ensign