Lieutenant JG Charlotte Brexis - That's My Ride
Charlotte Brexis
((Tucker Station, Docking Ring))
Leaving the Artemis wasn’t as easy as Charlotte had expected. She’d only been aboard a short time, but it had been long enough to form connections. Connections strong enough that each goodbye left a dull ache in her chest that lingered longer than she wanted to admit.
Still, the opportunity waiting for her aboard the Constitution was one she couldn’t turn down. The request for an Intelligence Officer had struck something deep and immediate inside her. Intelligence had always been there in the background of her ambitions, a distant target she wasn’t sure she’d ever actually reach. Now it was directly in front of her and impossible to ignore.
Starfleet Intelligence. The phrase alone carried a certain weight. It conjured images of covert operations, double agents, and undercover assignments and quiet professionals working in the shadows for the good of the Federation.
At least, that was how people liked to imagine it.
Charlotte knew better. Between Security and Strategic Operations, she already understood that Intelligence wasn’t some glamorous departure from the work she’d been doing. It would be different, certainly but not that different. There would still be reports to file, patterns to analyze, and long hours spent piecing together incomplete information. The work might sound more exciting on paper, but at its core, it was still just work.
Was it a bit cooler? Absolutely.
Did it make her some untouchable operative? Definitely not.
The black-shouldered uniform felt right for a number of reasons. Practically speaking, black went with everything, which meant she could experiment with colored streaks in her hair without worrying about clashing with her duty colors. That day she kept it simple. A thin streak of purple hidden beneath the outer layer of blonde, visible only when she moved.
Charlotte looked down at the uniform longer than necessary.
Brexis: ::quietly, to herself:: Not only do you look great, you’re going to be great.
She took a long breath before checking which transport should be taking her to the Constitution. The viewport caught her eye and she had to do a double take. Off in the distance was a particularly rough looking Galaxy class coming towards the station. She turned to one of the officers who looked like they knew what they were doing.
Brexis: Hey, ::pointing out the viewport:: do you know what ship that is?
They blinked hard a few times before glancing down at the PADD in their hand.
Officer: That’s the Constitution-B.
Brexis: Oh… That’s my ride.
End scene for Brexis!
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Lieutenant JG Charlotte Brexis
Intelligence Officer