| ------------ Gunners Mate Crewman Theodosia looked as young as her rank would have suggested. She had short brown hair that was combed back behind her eyes, which had an unforgiving tendency to get very messy. From a distance it might have looked like she had brown eyes as well but a closer look would have relieved that they were a dark green. Her face was made up of sharply defined planes and angles dominated by a straight pretty nose (which in her opinion was the only pretty thing about her), her face was completely devoid of cosmetics. Theodosia had been told (once) that her face had "a severe elegance." She wasn't sure about that but the idea was certainly better than the dreaded comment of "My, isn't she, um, healthy looking!" Not that healthy was not accurate, however depressing it might sound. she looking fit and trim in the 'Fleets grey and black uniform, courtesy of her 1.25-gravity home world were her body had been moulded for the first twelve of her life and a rigorous exercise regimen, and that, she thought critically, was the best she could say about herself. Most of the Fleets female officers and ratings had chosen to adopt a longer style of hair that could be tied back while on duty and then elaborately styled and arranged to the latest planet side fashion while off duty, but Theodosia had long since decided that there was no point trying to make herself something she was not. Her hair was practical, with no pretensions to glamour. It was clipped short to accommodate vac helmets and bouts of zero-gee. Besides, Theodosia did not want people to thing that she was trying to hide her Romulan eyes or brow with long hair, she had got used to the sideways glances and whispers during her two stints at the academy but she would not have people think she was ashamed of her heritage dispite what uniform she wore or the fact that her family and the rest of her home world had been branded traitors by the RSE. She caught a reflection of herself in the runabouts port viewing hole, and her thoughts were bought back from interstellar wars and politics to her image. No, she decided once more with a sigh and a familiar shade of regret, her strong boned sharp face was perfectly serviceable enough, but there was no use pretending anyone would ever accuse it of beauty… darn it. She grined, feeling the bubble of delight pushing her image concerns aside, and her reflection grinned back, it made her look like a ruthless Romulan agent and as funny as that thought was to her she thought it best to wipe that look of her face, if only for the sake of the other crewmen aboard the runabout, but it was hard. Theodosia had finally graduated the academies enlisted training and then completed the academies advanced tactical course finishing twenty-first in her class of one hundred and thirty-two and for her reward she had been snapped up into the fleets Special Forces. But as gratifying as her SF patch was it had taken her the better part of two years to earn it. she knew a modern navy needed trained personnel not untrained cannon fodder, yet acquiring that training seemed to had taken forever, and she'd felt guilty as casualty reports flooded back to earth especially as she had been a second year cadet in the academy five years ago and dropped out. A frown crossed her face, If only she had stuck with it she would have been in the thick of the fighting from the beginning instead of sitting in a class room or a holodeck while the rest of the federation fought for its life, her frown only deepened when she fought of the dept owned by her people to the Federation. Theodosia took a deep breath, well she had shown in the academies ATC that she was a torpedo witch, despite the fighting she had missed she was sure she would get a chance to make her impact on the war. That though reignited the grin on face as the runabout docked with Unity Station. -------- Gunners Mate Crewman Theodosia Tactical Department Rating USS Chimera |
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
[USS Chimera] SD 240902.03, Duty Log, Gunners Mate Crewman Theodosia
