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Name: Kayla Drex
Age: 23 Earth years
Origin: Inlet, New York, Earth (Adirondack Mountains region)
Height: 160 cm (5' 3")
Hair: light brown, usually pulled back into a short ponytail
Build: runner's build, clearly athletic
Desired Duty: Science, Temporal and Quantum research and practical applications development
Father: Dr. Gulliver Drex, quantum theoretical physicist
Mother: Leanna Marsh-Drex, artist (paint, sculpture)
Siblings: 4 older brothers (from oldest: Braden, Phillip, Michael, David)
Holy cow, this place is bigger than I thought, Kayla thought as she stepped from the shuttle onto Starbase 118. She took a steadying breath, ran a hand over her light brown hair to make sure her short ponytail was still within regulation guidelines, and tried her hardest to make 160 cm look tall. Since she was 10 years old - 13 years ago, this is what she wanted: to be aboard a starbase, destined for a ship where she could pursue her ambitions of developing a way to visually represent intangible phenomena.
"Hey, can you pick a side?" A voice from behind Kayla snapped her out of her reflections.
"What? Oh, I'm sorry," Kayla blushed as she stepped aside allowing an Andorian engineer to pass. She hated being in the way. It meant she wasn't contributing to the situation. She hitched up her bag on her shoulder and set off down the corridor.
Having some time to kill, Kayla decided to check out the main dome. She'd only seen the promo materials, and was anxious to see it first-hand. On the way however, she couldn't help looking over the shoulder of an ensign who was having particular difficulty with his tricorder.
"This stupid thing," the ensign muttered under his breath. "WHY can't they just make a setting that checks for decay rate and energy flow?"
"It's because they're running in contradicting flows. If you isolate the readout to the net flow, then account for decay, you'll get the same result." The words were out of her mouth before she realized she was speaking.
The blank look the ensign gave her was one of complete surprise.
"Sorry, never mind," Kayla blurted and walked quickly away. Around a bend, and about 10 meters on, she found an alcove into which she slumped. Her face still burned with embarrassment. She'd been on the station less than ten minutes, and already made a fool of herself in front of two officers.
Kayla looked up. The ensign from before was standing there looking down at her. His tricorder still in hand. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have butted in I-"
"No, I came to thank you," the ensign interrupted. "You just saved my butt. That would've taken me the better part of the morning to do manually."
"Oh ... um, no problem." Kayla stood up from the floor where she was sitting.
"I'm Brandon, by the way."
"Kayla. Kayla Drex." She shook the ensign's proffered hand.
"This your first time on 118?"
"On any starbase actually. I've spent most of my life on Earth."
"Oh man. You're in for some good times. See you 'round, Kayla Drex, and thanks again."