<USS Avalon> Log -- Welcome to Paradise

"Welcome to Paradise"
-- a log by
Lieutenant Felicity Roan
       Standing there on docking platform J Nine Alpha alone, it suddenly hit 
her, she was moving on and leaving behind good friends and experiences.  Her 
years about the USS Regayov had been good ones, her coworkers more than 
capable.  She studied the transfer paperwork again and sighed.  Captain Keith 
D.C. 
Ketchum and Commander Skyler, Executive Officers.  She knew little of them from 
reputation, but understood from her sources on Reticuli VII, that they were 
generally well-liked as a Ship.

       The welcoming committee was prepared to greet her in their trained 
manner.  "Welcome, you must be Dr. Roan.  We're happy to have you aboard the 
USS 
Avalon.  Your quarters on deck 5 have been prepared.  You should report to the 
bridge and report to Captain Ketchum and Commander Skyler, then to security 
to meet with the Second Officer, Lieutenant Commander Sierra.  From there, 
please proceed to the main medical facility for a briefing with Dr. Moreya.  If 
you have any questions or get lost, please feel free to contact the computer or 
one of us. Again welcome aboard Lieutenant and we look forward to serving with 
one of the finest ships in the Fleet."  She put on her polite smile and 
thanked them for their time.  She had taken note of the names, but as she 
understood the crew was currently on shore leave, they might not be available 
in that 
order.  She would present herself in good time.

       "Psychological Interrogation Specialist" had sounded like an 
interesting position when they presented it to her three weeks ago.  It would 
take her 
away from triaging injured Engineers who don't realize that there is a limit 
to their skills in jeffries tubes and healing green Ensigns who stub their toes 
in the holosuites.  It would give her a chance to deal with the crew on a 
personal level and remove her usual shy demeanor in large groups.  The 
interrogations would be the proverbial icing on the cake.  She could still work 
on her 
research when not required for psychological interrogation and crew 
counseling.  She hoped that the Avalon's crew was a bit more adjusted than 
where she had 
left.  

       She thought about what Avalon had meant in ancient times and slowly 
nodded.  "Felicity, welcome to paradise.  We've saved you a seat at the round 
table of chaos."  Let's hope she could move her chair from time to time.

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