Posted by Commander Shedda Mal’athar (Executive Officer) in How Legends Begin
In her quarters, the alarm beeped at her and Shedda opened her eyes and reached up turning off the UV light. She was going to have to talk to Ops about getting the ‘sunlight’ bed set up, but for now the small lamp worked. She stood up and stepped into her shoes and shrugged her shirt on over her green skin. Tucking the shirt tails in she checked herself in the mirror. She couldn’t do anything about her natural figure, but she could make sure that her clothes didn’t accentuate the curves her genetics cursed her with. Assured she wouldn’t draw undo attention to herself, Shedda stepped out her door and headed for that horrendous location known as the ‘Officer’s Mess.’
At 1854 Shedda walked into the Officer’s Mess and glanced around at the people there, looking for Cochrane. She was wearing charcoal grey heavy cargo pants, low profile hiking shoes, and a burgundy soft linen wrap collarless shirt. The shirt was loose but where the shirt wrapped the neck line was modest, the sleeves rolled up to just below her elbows. Shedda looked like she could be getting ready to embark into a dense jungle to go dig up some new artifact. She strode purposefully toward the replicator, studiously ignoring the coffee set out on the counter. Shedda was tempted to order coffee just to irritate the annoying man that called himself a ‘chef’, but clamped down on that impulse, ordered cold water, and moved away from the replicator toward an empty table.
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