Mallora Vossti/correspondence

Stardate 239805.31

To Ensign Navoth, c/o USS Wyoming,

My good friend, how are you? I am composing this missive to you while waiting in the shuttle bay of Starbase 118 in anticipation of my first long-term post on the USS Gorkon. I don't yet know which sounds odder in my head: thinking of myself as Ensign Vossti, or thinking of myself as Doctor Vossti. How long did it take you before the novelty of being called “Ensign Navoth” wore off?

I suppose I'm having the same sort of feelings now as I was during that flight I told you about from Starbase 12 to Starbase 118. It wasn't a long flight, but I was terribly nervous the entire time, always looking behind myself and around corners, wondering if I was about to be grabbed by the ship's security and thrown into the brig for some reason.

But now I've graduated from Starfleet Academy and I will soon be part of the crew of the USS Gorkon! I wonder if I'll get to talk to the Captain. I guess that would be unlikely since I'm not important enough for the CO to welcome a simple Ensign onto the ship right away. I know I want to check in with the ship's head of security as soon as I can manage it, both to make sure that I'm not going to be arrested right away and to see if I can get them to help me make some new friends on the ship.

I have been practicing the breathing exercises and meditation techniques that you taught me, but I don't think I'm very good at it yet. Still, they got me through Starfleet Medical School, so maybe I'm not as bad as I think.

I miss our late night talks and I hope you are doing well.

Your friend always, Ensign Mallora Vossti