SIM:Della Vetri - Stage fright is not your friend...
((Promenade; Starbase 118))
oO Somewhere out there is home... Oo
Standing by one of the Promenade's panoramic windows, Della let her gaze roam over the stars displayed before her. As with many others, she had traveled a long road to get here, and she could still feel a slight buzz from her Academy graduation.
With a start, she realized the her fingers had slipped up to touch the brand-new rank pip at her collar, and her mouth twisted into a slight grin as she pulled the hand back down again.
oO Get a grip, Della. No-one's going to be impressed with a nervous Counselor. Oo
Turning away from the window, Della found herself struck once again by just how huge this station was, and how big a job she'd let herself in for. People of all species roamed freely, going about their business in numbers that she'd never seen before except on a planet's surface. At that point, a soft chime came from the padd casually held in her hand, reminding her that she had business of her own.
Heading for the nearest turbolift, she began idly planning where in her new quarters the various knick-knacks she'd brought along could go, then shook her head ruefully as she recognized that for the avoidance behavior it was. Allowing a young Bolian couple to step out, she entered the lift, and took a quick steadying breath.
Vetri: Deck 6.
The turbolift acknowledged the command and began moving, the doors opening a short while later onto the Hub. A couple of officers glanced over at her from their duty stations, and she gave a friendly nod to them as she began walking toward the Captain's office. Coming to a halt at her destination, she felt the nervousness making a comeback.
Vetri: Show time... ::she whispered to herself as she hit touched the panel to announce herself::