Posted May 22, 2019, 2:20 a.m. by Cadet Catt Beñnet (Scientist) (Roger Babin)
How one spends off duty hours is as important as what you do while on duty. Catt thought as she arrived at the door to the holodeck. She was two minutes early for her booked time and the controls indicated the holodeck was in use. She was not in u iform having somehow managed to get into a streatchy leotard. It had been a feat as fur tebded to clump under such fabric. Her Caitan vanity would not allow her to be seen with such clumps. The leotard was embarrassing enough as the thin rainbow colored cloth was snug enough to highlight her total lack of the usual feminine curves. It made her feel and look like sombodies lost child.
She started streaching there in the corridor as being a cadet she hadn’t been eligable fot more than ten minutes holodeck time and she wanted to use every moment of that time for her program. Her start time came and the door remained closed. The occupied indicator continued to read in use. She checked to see if anyone was inside. They could of left early and forgotten the holodeck on . She started to read the names of the occupants but got no farther than the ranks. She sighed. At the academy senior cadets would often occupy labs, mess tables or recreational facilities just to deny them to junior cadets. Two minutes into her time she started to suspect this was the case only this time it was actual ranking officers.
She wasn’t going to get her workout. She couldn’t confront them about it, and reporting it to someone would only cause her trouble. Sbe was self aware enough to know that socially she was a outsider. The ship had it’s crew compliment then there were the cadets. Technically a cadet was a ensign. But in reality even crewmen ignored a cadet. Catt couldn’t even socialize with the other cadets as she was the only Caitan onboard. Oh she took meals with them spoke with them and joked with them but not once had she felt like she connected with them.
She sighed then she laughed. She turned and skipped back to her quarters. If she was upset she refuse to let it be seen. She wouldn’t get to dance today. Maybe not anyday soon. But having people look at her seeming happiness was easier than having them try to comfort a sad child. She wasn’t a child. She had a child like body but she was mentally mature.
Her door closed behind her and she threw herself onto the bean bag chair she used as a bed. Her roomate looked her way then looked away. Her r room mate had come to terms with the idea that no matter what was wrong the usual contact would make it worse. If she just left Catt alone Catt would bounce back into her normal overeager enthusiasm in under a hour.
Cadet Catt Bennet. Sciences.( Portraiture of a lonely Catt.)
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