The dark haired woman walked into medical, green eyes scanning the bay for the Medical Chief. Her uniform was certainly neat, though not impecaable. And her hair was within regulations but not with the perfection that so many women seemed to desire in their appearance on most other ships. Acadia wasn’t like most women. She was a grease monkey with enough time and experience in to know that when the fan was clogged with fecis, the last thing anyone cared about was if there were wrinkles in the engineer’s clothes or the proper number of coils and pins in their hair.

She tugged down the front of her tunic out of habit and asked the nearest crewman to point out whoever she needed to see for her check in. At five foot eight and one hundred and nintey five pounds, she wasn’t exactly intimidating. But she wasn’t a little strip of a female, either.

Lt JG Acadia LeBlanc
Engineer