Posted by Ensign Dr. P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in Counselor’s Office - Ensign Dawes Reporting
After the shuttlecraft landed, Ensign P’Mala Dawes watched the crew upload the small crate with the majority of her personal belongings until they carted it out of her room and presumably toward her quarters. Then, she turned to a wall panel and accessed the ship’s map.
Almost anywhere else, the tall Vulcan with short navy blue hair would stand out, but in her blue medical uniform, she camouflaged into the background of the busy bay as crewmen worked around her. Luckily it seemed similar to her last Discovery-class posting, the Challenger.
Currently she stood on Deck 6, where her future home in Sickbay sat just down the corridor. She knew that she had an appointment with the Counselor, Siennadye Nox, followed by a meeting with the CMO–but P’Mala most looked forward to getting her room set up nicely and learning the ship.
Two weeks of leave had been too much and not enough before being sent out to a whole new region of space for who knows how long–as was her duty. But she felt the thrumm of adrenaline, too–excited to meet everyone.
P’Mala walked to the Counselor’s Office and rang the doorbell and waited, her resolve strong but still coursing with thought and stimulation.
-Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical
The door opened to a warm office. On one side, directly in front of the door, was the obviously well used desk. There were a few PaDD’s stacked neatly and a steaming hot mug of something that smelled of chocolate and caramel next to Sienna’s left hand. Her right had a PaDD, where she had pulled up the file on Ensign P’Mala Dawes. The counselor was briefly revisiting the information in preparation for their meeting.
On the other side of the room, to the right, was a comfortably furnished sitting area. It had a couch along a massive window open to the stars passing by. Opposite the couch was a coffee style table and two comfortable chairs. Along one wall was a beautiful sculpture, a long wooden tree limb was placed parallel to the ceiling. Lines of clear filament rope with colorful glass shards every few inches of varying sizes and shapes dangled from the limb. On the other wall, nearer to the door, a set of shelves with books and a small figure of the USS Korolev sat situated neatly in the middle.
Sienna looked up and smiled warmly. The woman was of average height for a half Betazoid. Her hair was dark as was her eyes. “Ah. Ensign. Please come in and have a seat. Would you like anything to eat or drink?”
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