Cax' Pa Nabru returned to the quarters assigned to her security officer
personnae. She had expected to be chewed out for leaving Spacedock with
Brennan. Instead, she had been given a "vacation," for tilkuch sake!!
Exasperated, she shifted to her native state and just existed for a while.
When she existed as a humanoid for too long, it seemed to throw her
emotional state off-kilter. She (for want of a better gender reference)
gave herself the time to balance herself.
After a few hours, reality shifted again, and the female form the Antosian
used most often reappeared. She looked at her reflection in the nearby
mirror to make sure all was in place (as in two arms, two legs, and only
one head--it was amazing how quickly she could forget).
She stood 175 cm. tall, skin a deep golden brown, hazel eyes, reddish-
brown hair that fell in thick curls to her shoulder blades. She appeared
to be a human about 30 standard years of age. She wore a royal blue
single-piece suit that caressed her generous curves. Around her hips rode
a belt with an empty holster made of the same leather as was in her
knee-high boots.
With a shake of her head, the belt reformed without the holster. Instead,
she removed a phaser from her dresser drawer and slipped it into her boot.
Star Fleet seemed to frown on open displays of weapons on its stations.
Nodding her satisfaction, she strode to one of Spacedock's seedier bars
and ordered a drink. Then, finding a table where she could sit with her
back to the bulkhead, she settled down.
Nabru ends
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