Posted Jan. 9, 2019, 3:34 p.m. by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) (Trin S)
Let’s see.. Riali thought to herself, tapping a stylus against her lip in thought. She sat at the foot of her bed, her kit laying on a small table halfway across the room, seemingly forgotten for the time being. Studying the PaDD in her lap, she glanced over the checklist of what needed to be completed, before the evening claimed another day. How about this.. She scribbled down the items in a list of importance, making for the most effective way to tackle the rest of her day.
Pulling herself to her feet, she took one last glance at the PaDD, tossing it onto the bed as it landed with a soft clap. At the top of her list, in scribbled cursive, read: ‘Check in with the boss,’ her first intended stop of the day.
Tugging her uniform, she made certain it was straight enough to be somewhat presentable, even if the scientist was harldy known for being conscientious about what she wore, she headed out of the quarters, prepared to deal with its contents later. Navigating her way back to the turbolift, she held her tongue during the entire ride up, despite a young NE standing beside her. Stepping off, with a genial nod of acknowledgement to the Ensign, she headed for the Captain’s ready room, pressing her finger against the chime.
Now, she waited.
Lt. Deandres
CSO
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