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June 29th, 2009
hfehan
 | 11:19 pm - Underway
A voice comes from over the ship's coms.
"All crewmen, we have an hour before leaving drydock. All senior officers report to the observation room." There's a pause. "That does include Engineering."
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June 20th, 2009
teera_dok
 | 01:36 am
Ensign Teera D'ok seldom has a good day, and that's fine by her. Two weeks out of the Academy, and still sporting a shiner from that last fight. She refused to head to Sickbay for something so trivial. Where she came from, it would have meant some well-meaning lecture about her "place" if she went to a standard med center and the other option...they typically didn't have a lot of anything, so you ended up sucking it up unless something was broken.
But, damn...did it feel good to wipe that smirk off that guy's face.
Only things she had to her name was a rucksack of clothing, her cherry-red Fender bass guitar, and her diploma. Her only request for assignment? Get as far away from Trill as possible.
As she checks her closet-sized cartography lab and communications analysis equipment, she cracks a wide grin.
Looks like I got my wish.
Current Mood: ![[mood icon]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/mood/charitycam/aliens/happy.gif) chipper
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