== One Month Ago - Onderon - Former Royal Naval Academy ==

Cheyenne walked into the Main Foyer she easily remembered standing in 5 years ago.  She walked towards the room she remembered was the simulation room and saw a good portion of the roof caved into the middle of the room.  War never changes... she thought, walking deeper into the ruins.  She entered a large atrium and seated herself in one of the remaining chairs in the room.

"I used to sit in this room, just as you did 5 years ago," a man behind her said.

Cheyenne jumped up, drawing her blaster in the process.  "Who are you?" she asked, holding the weapon in both hands.

"Cayden Tavers... I'm the current ruler of Onderon, ma'am," he said, holding both his hands above his head.

"I should shoot you where you stand," she said, reaffirming her hold on the blaster.  "You have killed many innocent people these past few days."

"You won't kill me Petty Officer," he said, smiling.

"Petty Officer?" she asked, confused.  "Only a handful of people know that..."

"I'm putting together a crew, Petty Officer McCleary.  I'd like you to join me as part of it," Cayden said, taking a step forward.

"And why should I join you?" she asked.

"Because, Petty Officer... life in the cockpit of a TIE Interceptor has grown boring for you.  You know that serving under my command is far from boring."

"I know this... but you retired.  So... you must be trying to get me to join the Bimmiel Military.  That is something I won't do, Your Excellency," she said, walking out from behind the chair.

"The Vast Empire Navy has authorized me to put together a crew of 15, including myself, to enter a training program designed to train people to command capital ships... specifically, Warden-class Light Cruisers."

She looked at him for a second, then lowered the blaster.  "You want me on your ship?  To do what?  Swab the poop-deck?" she asked, placing a hand on her hip.

Cayden chuckled and said "Not exactly... how about as a weapon's officer?  I've read reports from several officers here on Onderon that you're one of the best gunner's they had.  And I want the best.  So, naturally, I came looking for you."

"Well, sir... I'm flattered.  But, what makes you think I'd join the man who attacked my home planet?"

Cayden looked at her, then said "It's my home planet too."

== Present Day - Abrae - Platform Cappadocious/Warden-class Light Cruiser Perseverance ==

Cheyenne stepped off the shuttle and looked around the hangar bay.  Many TIE Interceptors, bombers, and standard fighters glistened in their sockets, seemingly waiting for the order to leave and blow some unsuspecting adversary.

Looks like they did a little redecorating since the last time I was here she thought, reshouldering her pack on her back.

She walked to the opposite side of the hangar and entered a corridor leading into the depths of the station.  However, instead of continuing down to the station itself, she took a left about a quarter of the way down the hall and started heading towards the orbital dry-dock portion of the platform.

She walked by a window and caught her first glimpse of the Perseverance.  The Warden's hull glistened against the blackness of space.  She smiled when she saw the name of the ship emblazoned on it's hull.  The Perseverance... How fitting for a crew the likes of which Cayden has put together... she thought, smiling as she stepped into the umbilical.  She entered the airlock and saw Cayden standing several feet outside it looking at an engineer's datapad.

She walked up to him, saluted, and said "Permission to come aboard, sir?"

Cayden looked over at her, returned the salute, and said "Permission granted, Petty Officer McCleary."

Cheyenne smiled and said "I'll go find an open room to stow my things, then head to the weapon's station, sir."

"Alright... be sure to report in with Chief Grelek.  You can't miss him... he's the only Trandoshan onboard."

"Aye sir," she said, saluting again.

Cayden returned the salute, and she walked into the ship.  She made her way to the turbolift.  She hit the button for Deck 2.  The doors shut, and the lift carried her one level up.  Cheyenne exited the lift and made her way to the port side crew quarters.  She passed two rooms on her right before finally picking an open room.  She looked at the end of the hall and saw it was the CO's Quarters and she sighed.

Well... at least he'll have someone from home to talk to... she thought, noticing a Senior Chief Petty Officer walk past her and enter the room next to Cayden's.  I wonder who has the unscrupulous pleasure of being next to Cayden...  She walked up to the Senior Chief, saluted, and said "Petty Officer 1st Class Cheyenne McCleary reports as ordered."

The Senior Chief turned around and said "At ease, Petty Officer."

Cheyenne relaxed and was about to ask a question when the Senior Chief spoke up again.

"My name's Sarah Goldwater.  I'm the medical officer on this ship," Sarah said, looking over the Petty Officer.  "Stop by the medbay before heading to your station, alright?  I want to give you a full tox-screen and physical before you report for duty."

Cheyenne saluted and said "Yes ma'am!"

Sarah walked away from Cheyenne, leaving the gunner all alone in the hall.  She entered her new room and placed her bag onto the bed.  She opened it and grabbed a picture of her family.  She looked at the photo and smiled.  I'll find you guys... every last one of you.  The Chiss will pay for abducting you... she thought, a tear sliding off her cheek and onto the photo.  She wiped the tear off and set the photo on her bedside table.

Cheyenne finished unpacking and sighed.  "Alright... off to the medbay for an examination, then to weapons control," she said, straightening her uniform.  She walked out the door and headed back to the turbolift.

She went down to Deck 3 again and walked over into the medbay.  "Hello?" Cheyenne said aloud, slightly afraid.  I don't like doctors...

Sarah popped out from behind a desk and said "Ah yes... Petty Officer.  Sit yourself down on an open bed, and I'll have the medical droid start the examination."

Cheyenne noticed most of the beds were littered with medical supplies and equipment, and jumped up onto the only open bed.

The medical droid, GH-7AB, a GH-7 Medical Analysis Droid, or 'Doc' as it is commonly referred to by everyone, made it's way over to Cheyenne and began scanning her vitals.  "Have you has any issues, cravings, or pains anywhere?" it asked in a thick Northern England accent.

"No sir... I'm just anxious to start doing my job around here," she said, looking at the droid.

"A'ight, I'm going to take a sample of your blood, for analysis," Doc said, opening it's hand appendage to reveal a needle.

Cheyenne braced herself and let out a low whine as the needle punctured her skin and drew a small amount of blood.  She was handed a piece of gauze and she placed it over the spot, holding pressure over it for few minutes while Doc analysed her blood.

Doc turned towards Sarah and said "Tox-screen comes back negative for all the usual suspects, ma'am.  However, there is a significantly high-levels of somatostatin in her blood."

Sarah looked at Cheyenne and sighed.  "Start her on insulin and glucagon shots periodically for the next 12 weeks.  I want to see how serious it really is before I refer her to the medical center on Abrae."

"Yes ma'am," Doc said, turning back to Cheyenne.  He produced a new needle and injecte insulin and glugacon into her left shoulder.

Another gauze was produced, and Cheyenne held it on the new puncture site.

"Alright Cheyenne... seeing how we've managed to stab you several times already, we're going to post-pone your physical exam for 6 hours from now.  Right now, I want you to go report in to your supervisor and tell him that Sarah has ordered you to bed-rest for the next six hours, and then you're to report back here for further examination," Sarah said, writing several things on her clipboard.

"So I'm free to go?" Cheyenne asked anxiously.

"Yes.  Go report in, rest for 6 hours, then return here for your physical," Sarah said, smiling over her clipboard.

Cheyenne nearly ran out of the medbay and down the hall to Weapons Control.  She entered the small room and began looking for a Trandoshan.  It wasn't hard for her to find him, so she walke over and saluted.  "Sir, Petty Officer 1st Class McCleary reports as ordered!"

The Trandoshan turned away from an engineer he was talking to, looked the human female over, and hissed "At eassssse, Pettyyyyyyy Officccccccerrrrr."

Cheyenne relaxed a little, then sighed.  "Sir, Senior Chief Petty Officer Goldwater would like me to be on bed-rest for 6 hours, then to return to the medbay for further evaluation."

"Verrrry welllllll... carrrrrrrry onnnnnnn, Pettyyyyyy Officccccerrrrrr," Grelek said, turning back to the engineer.

Cheyenne headed back over to the lift and rode it back up to Deck 2.  She exited the lift and went into her quarters and plopped herself down onto the bed.  She rolled over onto her side and looked at the photo of her family and smiled.  I will find you... even if it's the last thing I do... she thought before she fell asleep.

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WC: 1598

So I might have a diabetic crewman... I'm actually going to continue with her for a post or 2 more... I want to develop her, Sarah, and Grelek some more before I head to engineering.