Javal stepped through the open doors of the turbolift, sliding by two servicemen who seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere. Judging by their youthful appearance and haste, he figured that they were new to the ship, same as he was. They also made him think of his new superior and the conversation he had with her just moments before. She was young too, younger than even he was. From what tidbits he learned about her during their meeting, aided by a cursory glance through her profile in the Starfleet database before coming aboard, he got a clearer sense of Miya’s position.
A cadet but only a few months before assuming the role of Chief Medical Officer, he thought. A perceived deficiency in experience at that juncture would be palpable. Yet she demonstrated composure regardless of her present circumstances.
There was a lesson in there somewhere, but it had to be one he’d have to think about later as the doors to his turbolift slid open again. He was scheduled to meet with the ship’s counselor, and judging by his last conversation with the CMO, he was sure that it would likely be…stimulating.
Coming upon Lieutenant Commander Asher Miller’s office, he straightened his uniform once again before hitting the intercom.
=^=”Lieutenant Commander Miller? Cadet Javal, present for my psychological examination,” =^= he said in a similarly austere manner to the way he first met Miya.
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