<USS Avalon> Dr Roan to the bridge?

Dr. Roan to the Bridge?
-- a log by
Felicity Roan

       Felicity was floating down a river enjoying her peace and tranquility. 
 She almost didn't hear the comm signal when it first arrived.  It sounded 
like a faint whisper in the evening wind.

       "Doctor Roan and Mr. Whitefeather to the Bridge."  She puzzled for a 
moment over what emergency could have befallen the Avalon that would require 
her to the bridge.  It didn't matter she supposed.  They called and she had to 
run.

       "Computer, End progam."  She stood and hurried from the Holodeck to 
her quarters as quickly as she could.  She knew that in the rolled up bib 
overhauls, she was acquiring a more than a few odd stares.  She pasted on a 
smile as 
she went, "Doctor Roan to the bridge and all..."

       Before you could spell Mississippi 10 times, she was in her uniform 
and was putting her hair back into it's usual knot.  Gone were the contacts, 
replaced by the glasses.  Her quiet personality was replacing the one of 
leisure 
from only 30 minutes previous.

       Into the Turbolift she went.  "Bridge," she asked the computer.  
Medkit and hypospray at the ready, she was prepared for just about anything.

       As she stepped off the lift, she immediately began scanning for 
injured crew... "Doctor Roan, reporting as requested...."

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