Your name is Jill Carson, and your heart is racing with excitement and trepidation.
You nervously enter the turbolift, trying not to fidget with the hem of your red uniform. You're incredibly proud of having earned a place in the command program. As a yeoman, your position might have been the lowest of low rungs, but you refused to apologize for it, under any circumstance. You're still young enough to shake off the idea of Captain's mate.
There was more to the role than the title suggested. It would allow you to familiarize yourself with the performance of the bridge crew.
The turbolift slowed as it approached the bridge. Your senses thrilled at the power you could almost taste. Clenching your hand into a fist (to banish any lingering tremors), you gave your uniform a final smooth down.
As the door slid open, you felt you looked professional and you belonged. But even now, the sight of the bridge just a step or two ahead was oddly intimidating. Snorting angrily, you set those fears aside set yourself in motion.
You reminded yourself that this was where belonged. You stepped onto the bustling bridge. The main viewscreen was filled with some alien face, Captain Lester was leaning forward in her seat. Her face was set and determined, Science Officer McGranitt, scowled a warning across the bridge, silently warning you not to interrupt.
You took the moment to gather your thoughts as you waited just outside the main circle of the bridge. The Elkhorn might be "just" a Farragut, and not a Constitution class, like the Enterprise. But it was still your ship to serve.
On the main viewscreen, the alien captain snapped something untranslatable before signing off.
As Captain Lester eased back into the Captain's chair, her relief was obvious. A cough, and a gesture to approach snapped you from your thoughts. Stepping forward primly and crisply, you felt the hem of your skirt shift against your well-exercised legs. You were proud of being able to work challenging exercises into your daily routine. You personally think your legs are your best physical features.
You try to banish these extraneous thoughts from your head, but you feel as if all eyes on the bridge are on you. The navigator in particular, temporarily unoccupied, seems to be especially checking you out.
This doesn't surprise you, as you know you are attractive. But it can be distracting when you are trying to do your job.
You hand a PADD to Captain Susan Lester who glances over it and nods approvingly, before signing it and passing it back to you.
You nod, happily recognizing that you are being dismissed. The tension eases from your body as you finish your first encounter with the Captain without embarrassing yourself.
What happens next as you head toward the turbolift?
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