As Stella got onto the lift, she let her hair down and tied it in a pony. It was her look out I’m going to work now look. She picked her up an anti-grav unit and started going down the halls of each level, buzzing doors and stopping people that she passed. Explaining to one and all with a large smile and soft voice what was going on. This along with her home charm loosened up many people. She could be seen giving out hugs and calling out ” Thank you honey you’re such a dear!” Her motive was single minded, but her methods were devious. ” Oh, honey you should get rid of that old uniform anyway! You’re a size too small for that I bet!” and on she wants. ” You mean that ugly painting by your bed belongs to your ex? Don’t that there get you depressed? Honey, you should put that to better use. And beside won’t it give you a big smile as that big void is chomping up something of hers like that after what she did to Lil’ ol’ you?”

And more came. Some hearing of the collection and its purpose found Stella, and in some cases stayed to help. Scraped or dinged up boots. ripped clothing. Clothing permanently stained. Leftover food stuffs hardened in bowls. Uniform blouses to small. Lots of those uniform skirts that were anything but ladylike. It was the first thing all the women on the ship gave up. If Starfleet wanted women on this ship to wear those embarrassing things again, they were going to have to chase them down the gravity well. Soon her and her small group of helpers had the whole mess sitting in front of the torpedo tube. By then Stella was tired. She gave hugs and thanks to everyone. It had been a great thing. In the middle of this thing that might be happening she had finally got to meet nearly everyone on the ship, and they had all shared some time and had a few laughs. Stella looked at the pile before she got on her comm to the captain. =/\=” Captain, we have our litter in front of the torpedo tubes to be scanned and loaded. =/\=

Stella Gagnon Lt.jg. Comms