After the shuttlecraft landed, Ensign P’Mala Dawes watched the crew upload the small crate with the majority of her personal belongings until they carted it out of her room and presumably toward her quarters. Then, she turned to a wall panel and accessed the ship’s map.

Almost anywhere else, the tall Vulcan with short navy blue hair would stand out, but in her blue medical uniform, she camouflaged into the background of the busy bay as crewmen worked around her. Luckily it seemed similar to her last Discovery-class posting, the Challenger.

Currently she stood on Deck 6, where her future home in Sickbay sat just down the corridor. She knew that she had an appointment with the Counselor, Siennadye Nox, followed by a meeting with the CMO–but P’Mala most looked forward to getting her room set up nicely and learning the ship.

Two weeks of leave had been too much and not enough before being sent out to a whole new region of space for who knows how long–as was her duty. But she felt the thrumm of adrenaline, too–excited to meet everyone.

P’Mala walked to the Counselor’s Office and rang the doorbell and waited, her resolve strong but still coursing with thought and stimulation.

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical