Alexandra disembarked from her shuttle and nodded to the pilot. She was due for a change after a long stay on the USS Breckinridge. This was different from that old cargo ship. A combat vessel, perfect for an officer of her training to advance. Often though Alexandra had been told ambition would be her downfall, she had yet to stop reaching for her command. Adjusting her uniform tunic, she got into the turbolift.
Making her way to the Captain’s ready room took Alexandra past the bridge. Past the Captain’s chair. It was hard not to daydream sometimes. She pressed the chime and waited calmly.
-Lt Alexandra Drake, CoS
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