((SB118, Commercial Sector))

::Dr. Kale Netial was enjoying her time off. The
rather...uh...fluffy... blue-eyed, curly blonde-haired Bajoran was
wandering the base, discovering the floating city in space. She was
doing some ruminating, as well, trying to get used to the idea of
Orrey as her CMO. It was crazy, of course, for her to have even
entertained the idea of being made CMO herself. Sure, she'd run the
geriatrics center on Bajor. Sure, she'd had to facilitate plenty of
emergency procedures on all three ships she'd been assigned to.
Sure, she'd practically been the ACMO at the old hospital on Wheeler
Colony, but that didn't make her suited to run a major medical center
on a starbase as large as this, and it was something she would just
have to get used to. Plus, most of her experience had taken place
while she was still a medical technician, not a doctor. In addition,
her pathological fear of those of a higher rank made being considered
for a chief position pretty much ludicrous. ::

::A little ways ahead, she saw a familiar face. A woman who was not
much taller than Netial herself. She recognized her to be Ensign
Moon and stopped as the woman came even with her.::

Kale: Ensign Moon! How are you today?

Moon: response

Kale: I believe the prophets have blessed us with a beautifully sunny
day, but then, it is always sunny here, isn't it? Nothing like
artificial sunlight on a space station.

Moon: response

Kale: So what are you up to today?

Moon: response

Kale: I'm doing the same. Care for some company? ::Netial leaned in
and whispered.:: I can't seem to not get lost on this station. I
think it's going to take me years to find my way.

Tbc

PNPC Dr. Kale
Medical Officer
SB118