11-02-2024, 05:32 AM
Addison Jade, or AJ, Shepherd lingered outside the auditorium for far longer than was comfortable. The room itself does not intimidate her, nor does it bother her that neither of her parents were able to attend. Their starship was on the other end of the quadrant engaged in a humanitarian mission that saw her parent overseeing field hospitals and her mother’s engineering teams working to rebuild infrastructure after a massive earthquake struck a series of Federation colonies. Neither is it the faces, legends all, which gazed down at you from their holographic fixtures that prevent her from entering.
A touch of her mother’s anxiety has reared her head perhaps. The thought that after succeeding each year at the top of her class as she passed through Starfleet Academy and Starfleet Medical Academy that now, on the grandest stage of them all, would be the time her faithful intellect fails her. Her parent and mother were brilliant, and it passed on to her. In fact, her parent would often joke that she could read before she could crawl.
She watched several other students pass ahead of her and then drew in a breath. After a backward count from three she smoothed her uniform, bound her hair back in a loose ponytail, and adopted the confidence, or some would say arrogance, of Dr. Chris Shepherd then strode into the auditorium.
Her expression was polite, straddling the line of being approachable and all business, as she strode up to Captain Allen after the cadet ahead of her was processed. With determined green eyes she meets the Captain’s gaze. “Cadet Addison Jade Shepherd reporting, Captain.”
== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==
A touch of her mother’s anxiety has reared her head perhaps. The thought that after succeeding each year at the top of her class as she passed through Starfleet Academy and Starfleet Medical Academy that now, on the grandest stage of them all, would be the time her faithful intellect fails her. Her parent and mother were brilliant, and it passed on to her. In fact, her parent would often joke that she could read before she could crawl.
She watched several other students pass ahead of her and then drew in a breath. After a backward count from three she smoothed her uniform, bound her hair back in a loose ponytail, and adopted the confidence, or some would say arrogance, of Dr. Chris Shepherd then strode into the auditorium.
Her expression was polite, straddling the line of being approachable and all business, as she strode up to Captain Allen after the cadet ahead of her was processed. With determined green eyes she meets the Captain’s gaze. “Cadet Addison Jade Shepherd reporting, Captain.”
== I have read, understand, and agree to abide by the Federation Space Constitution and the Cadet Code of Conduct. ==