PNPC Recruit Queen - On-Boarding
Jess
(( Queen's Quarters ))
There it was, lying before her in all its glory. Well it looked
real boring, but she could zhuzh it up. She didn't know that it
would go this fast. Apparently the First Officer had brought the
case to the Commodore right away and she had gotten permission to
enlist. The next part went even faster. A PADD, explanation of
duties and a thumb print and that was it.
Well now the real work would begin. She had to get through the
year of basic training which she was allowed to do on the ship,
get hands on training and do boring lectures in the holodeck via
remote connections. It would practically put her into the lecture
hall with the others without actually being there. Like a hologram
maybe. She had not fully figured that one out.
She reached out and picked up the pip the OPS Officer had given
her together with the uniform of her choosing. A pip. She was
'Recruit Queen' now, despite having a different legal name,
Starfleet had accepted her preferred name for official paperwork,
much to her surprise. There were a couple of visits she would have
to make before she could start with her first lecture.
Another moment she looked at the skant on her bed, then she
grabbed it and pulled it over her head. She didn't have to worry
about knocking off her googles because she kept the lights in her
quarters off unless she had visitors. Admiral Stinkbutt had
apparently gotten used to it over time. Once she wore the uniform
she glanced at herself in the mirror. Yeah this was boring, she
did love the length of it though. Within the rules were some
leeways for accessorizing and she would fully use that.
First of all she put on her fishnet tights, but the ones that were
not ripped to make it look a bit less disheveled, and instead of
the standard boots she chose her own. The familiar weight would
make it easier to move in them. Last but not least she took a
stretch of tartan fabric and fashioned herself a sash out of it,
held together with a brooch, the only Linara piece she could use
for this purpose. It had belonged to her mother and was a memento
with deep meaning to her. As she looked into the mirror again she
nodded. That was better. Especially paired with her rainbow
mohawk. Last but most definitely not least she took her pips and
attached them at the collar.
Now that she was ready she reached for her googles and put them
on, turning to head to the door. She better get this done.
(( Sick bay ))
Entering Sick Bay she looked around and spotted someone in a teal
uniform, so assumed naturally they were a medical officer.
Queen: Are you a doctor?
G'Renn: Response
While she had been in Sick Bay various times for different means,
from treatment for her lungs, to regular refreshing of her UV
blockage, she did not think she had spoken to this one before.
Queen: I am Queen and am in need of a medical assessment.
G'Renn: Response
Queen: I have just enlisted and it is part of the ... ::she
thought, what was it called??::
G'Renn: Response
Queen: Yes, on boarding. Do you have time?
G'Renn: Response
Recruit Queen
Owner of The Rage Room
simmed by
Commodore Jalana Rajel
Commanding Officer
USS Constitution B
Image Team Member
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Character Pronouns: She/Her
Player Pronouns: They/Them