“Assignment information please,” the security personnel stated robotically.

“Yes, of course,” Selara said with a quick chuckle. She handed the PADD to him and waited. “Dr. Selara, I’m the new Chief Medical Officer aboard the Hathaway.”

The guard quickly surveyed the information. “You can take the turbolift to Shuttlebay 8 for your transport shuttle.” Wordlessly, he handed the PADD back to her.

Taking the PADD, Selara examined the man. “Have you been sleeping Petty Officer?”

Her question caught him off guard, breaking his stoicism, “Ma’am?”

“Your face, specifically your eyes, would indicate you have not had proper sleep in some time.” She looked him over with a further assessment, “Your stance and breathing would also be indicative of fatigue.”

“Apologies ma’am, I have been having terrible dreams lately.”

Selara chuckled, “No apologies needed. I don’t have medical authority on the Starbase, but I would recommend a low dose of Improvoline. A week of that, in conjunction with visits to the station’s counselor, should have you feeling as right as rain,” She briefly clapped his shoulder and walked towards the turbolift.

It was out shuttle’s window that Selara got her first look at the Hathaway. She stared, “Oh my word you are simply gargantuan compared to the Asteria. Most starships would be, I imagine.” Selara smiled as the transport moved to dock.

After several twists and turns (and getting lost three times), Selara found her way to a turbolift. “Deck 3,” she may as well get acquainted with her new quarters. She unconsciously found herself humming a tune to the rhythm of the turbolift motor. The doors opened onto Deck 3. “Odd, I haven’t heard that since I was a child.” She smiled and gave a brief chuckle, “A good memory for sure.” Locating the quarters, she pressed the chime to open the doors.

Inside she found a very Starfleet standard issue quarters. “This certainly won’t do,” Selara set her bags down on the couch and looked around. “But there will be time enough to improve its demeanor.” She walked over to her luggage that was brought aboard and pulled out a garment bag. She laid it over a chair, unzipping it. Selara reached inside, pulled out her medical coat, and gave it a good shake. She slipped it on and adjusted the affixed pins. “But, for now, it’s time to go to work.”

The doors to the Sickbay opened, gaining the attention of a medical ensign. He quickly set down what he was working on and made his way to her. “Oh Commander, I didn’t realize you’d be here so soon. I’m Ensign Korren, um, Craig Korren, ma’am. I’m one of your medical assistants.”

Selara smiled, “There’s no need to fall over yourself Ensign. I’m simply getting the lay of the land. And none of that Commander stuff,” she waved it away with a chuckle. “I am a doctor first and foremost in this place,” she motioned around the Sickbay. “Though I had imagined for such a large ship that it being bigger. No matter, it means fewer ways to get lost. What’s the status of Sickbay, Ensign?”

“Engineering has to install two more biobeds and finalize the emergency systems. They said they’d come back when you came aboard and submitted your protocols. Two of the nurses are aboard and settling into their quarters. The rest of the medical staff is checked in, but not yet on board. The EMH and remaining systems are operational. I was about to test the isolation and surgical areas.”

“Very good Ensign. I’m going into my office and set things up. Let me know when Engineering gets here. Oh, and I’d like to schedule a staff meeting.” She paused and smiled, “Make it a dinner, something casual in… what’s the biggest lounge on the ship?”

“That would be the Starlight Lounge, Comma- Doctor.”

Selara nodded, “We’ll have it at the Starlight, tonight!” She chuckled at her rhyming. 

Selara walked into her office and flopped into the desk chair. She gave it a few test bounces. “At least they didn’t skimp on a comfortable chair.”