It had been four years...Four years of the most intense and spiritually draining toil that she had experienced in recent times. There indeed were occasions when she had almost let the nagging voices of self-doubt consume her being. Whenever the opportunity presented itself, they had tried their best to forcefully persuade her into seeking out an existence less gruelling...
But she had remained strong, drawing strength from the burning notion that she was indeed suitable for her chosen career. And now, at this very point in her life, she was at last reaping the rewards for
her commitment to her cause...She was now a StarFleet Officer.

Sat upon the comfortable seat next to the replicator, Ensign Sito Naera looked around her new quarters with an expression of thinly disguised wonderment etched upon her angular Bajoran features. The room was merely a standard one, but it was the significance of the area that had stunned her.
This was her own private room, on board the impressive Intrepid Class USS St. Louis. This was truly an achievement to be proud of. Neara shook her head, and offered advice to herself in a tone that was no more than a whisper.

"Prepare yourself, Neara...StarFleet Academy was demanding, but now the hard work begins in earnest."

But inwardly, she was looking forward to her duties upon this Ship. Intimidated by the prospects of her first post she may be, but this was the life that she had worked so diligently for...This was the life that her father had wanted for her.
Suddenly, her musings were interrupted by the realisation that she should be somewhere else.

"Lieutenant Harris!" she blurted out loud. She should report to him, ASAP.

Rising instantly to a vertical base, the slim, dark haired Ensign made for the door, but paused momentarily at a nearby table, when she remembered that she was still wearing her 'Family Crest'. She reached to her ear and extricated the earring from herself. She was proud of her race, but Sito would never dream of balking against even the most trivial of regulations.

After one swift journey on the Turbolift, Neara found herself standing outside the Office of the new Chief of Security.
She took a long, deep breath, in an effort to try and expel the residuals of nervousness that still did reside within the pit of her stomach, but the attempt did not really succeed in its aim.

"Ah well." she muttered.

"The time for hesitation has passed. Now all I can do is hope that I do not create a bad first impression."

Neara's hand reached for the chime. The reply to her action was almost instantaneous.

"Come."

With a strange sense of foreboding shadowing her thoughts, Sito Naera moved towards the opening door.


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