Maji straightened imaginary creases from her uniform before entering Sickbay. When she’d received the orders assigning her to the Saracen, she’d looked over the ships’ layout and its roster, but didn’t recognize any of the names listed. That had been six days ago. Upon arriving, Maji had gotten her quarters assignment and taken a few minutes to freshen up before heading out to meet her new department head.

When the bay doors opened to allow her entrance, one hand stole up to her neck where a black cuff encircled her neck and rose one inch above the uniform collar. It guarded the most fragile part of her anatomy—small gills that allowed her to breathe in water. It was an ability Maji was proud of, but also one that was slowly evolving out of the ‘land dwellers’ on her planet, M43.

Taking a few steps inside Medical, light blue eyes looked around with excitement. It was the most complete and up to date bay she’d seen thus far in her career and she was more than ready to jump right in. But first…”Excuse me, Lt Maji reporting to see the Chief Medical Officer? I just arrived today.” She spoke to an older looking nurse with a sharp gaze.

—Maji