It had been a hectic week. She had dealt with wayward, accident prone crewmen… butted heads with Kane, and subsequently had a working dinner with him… and she had formally spoken to and met Mwezi, the Captain’s self proclaimed body guard.

Now they were heading to some planet that had little to no tech and her away outfit was something she wasn’t happy with.

She showed up at the Captain’s door just before second shift was over. She was in a matching set of green tonight that framed her pale skin and auburn hair. The bottoms were a deep jewel emerald green with gold vine stitches chasing up her left leg. The design continued up the left side of her matching top and its respective sleeve. Her hair was pulled back into a loose hunter’s knot. A pair of deep crimson chop sticks were holding it in place. And in her hand was a fresh bottle of whiskey she had managed to procure on their last stopover. She had been saving it. But since she had had so much the last time she was there, it was only fair to replace it.

Her black ankle boots made no noise on the deck as she came up on the Captain’s suite and palmed the chime.

Lt JG Bridgette Marshall
Chief Engineer