Lt Alex Storm - Sans Airlock

[Karen Morris]

((Corridor - Deck 7 - USS Thor))


Alex stepped out of the Turbolift into the corridor of deck seven.  Her uniform shoes clunked with each step she took.  The Betazoid, much prefered the click click of uniform heels and the skort, to these pants and bulky shoes, but as a tactical officer, she found the former less than conducive to doing her job to the best of her ability.  So here she was clunking down the corridor in the style that felt like a targ on the hunt.

On the positive side, she had survived her first meeting with Captain MacKenzie - WITHOUT being thrown out of an airlock no less.  A smile crossed her face, and she inadvertently shook her head at the thought which sent her ponytail swishing behind her.  

While she was sure that the whispered threats of losing newly assigned people into the vacuum of space was little more than a friendly hazing ritual performed for many, if not all, people to enjoy the new posting, she was glad that she wasn’t the one to prove the rumor correct.

Now, it was time to meet the next exciting challenge of any new posting -- the physical.  Fortunately, in the day and age in which she lived, it was relatively uninvasive and usually very quick.  Relatively and Usually.  Hopefully, this would prove the same.  

The Tactical Officer knew that she was in shape.  She ran every day, watched what she ate … mostly … though chocolate was her downfall.  And each year during her physical, she had come out with flying colors. Feeling the need to ‘eat this frog,’ so to speak, wasn’t about her concerns over the physical.  Her nerves were likely more about the invasive questions that could be asked in the hearing of others.

((Main Sickbay, USS Thor))

And at that fun thought, she arrived at the doors to the main sickbay, which swished open before she realized she had actually.  She strode inside the room with a great deal of bravado, and opened up her senses to see which doctor would likely serve her purpose best.  Making her choice, she walked over to a doctor who was just finishing up with a patient.  She waited patiently while he finished.  When he was done, she smiled and said…

Storm:  Excuse me, Doctor.

Bancroft:  Response

Storm:  Do you have a moment.  I’m new aboard the Artemis, and I need to report for my physical.

Bancroft:  Response

Storm:  So new that I just came from reporting in to the Captain … Fortunately, sans airlock.

Bancroft: Response


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Lt Alex Storm
Tactical Officer
USS Artemis
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