[color=d3d3d3][i]"Personal Log; Stardate... um... something. I think it's winter down here on earth, if that helps?

Today will be my first aboard the Starship Orion - it will be the largest ship I've served on so far, and also my first day as Chief of Security. I have some feelings of tension about it - I'm more than aware there are individuals aboard the ship who would have liked my new rank; particularly older people than myself. However, I doubt anyone will be unprofessional about it.

I'm particularly looking forward to seeing my old friend Jovar again; it's been a few years since we've seen each other, aboard the USS Cochrane. That had been a considerably smaller vessel than the Orion, but I won't let myself be daunted by it. Bigger ship means more people, after all. And I love meeting new people! 

As for meetings, those aboard the Bridge will have to wait. A few weeks ago - while aboard my previous assignment of the USS Centaur - I contracted Andro-... Andro-nesian Encef. Ence-  ugh. I contracted something contagious and annoyingly debilitating, so I have to report to the sickbay first for a check-up. Just in case it managed to sneak back on board with me. I do not want to go through that again - not on this mission."[/i][/color]


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Deciding that was quite enough time spent on logs, Lyra switched off her small recording device, and tapped it lightly against her open palm thoughtfully. She had yet to leave her temporary quarters at Starfleet Headquarters - helpfully supplied after her leaving the [i]USS Centaur[/i]. Lyra had been serving there for the past two years, and it had been a good enough run. However, once the job became available about the [i]Orion[/i], she couldn't resist applying for it. There were several people aboard the [i]Centaur[/i] that had encouraged her to put herself forward for the job - although she was slightly unsure whether they actually wanted her to get a promotion, or just wanted to get rid of her altogether. The thought didn't bother her - Lyra knew that not everyone was comfortable with her somewhat loud personality, and she wasn't going to blame those people for it. Unless of course, they became mean about it.

Then she'd be bothered.

Putting those thoughts aside with a sigh, Lyra left her quarters, making her way to the transporter room with a slight bounce in her step. This wasn't the time for questioning people she wouldn't be working with anymore; better to think about the prospect of the new people! According to what Lyra had heard, there was a pleasant mish-mash of different species aboard the ship she would soon be boarding - including ones she had never met before. Still... as she had mentioned in her personal log, all of this would have to wait until after her medical exam.

"Oh, I hope they don't take a lot of blood samples this time." She murmured under her breath in a worried sort of tone, brow furrowing slightly. She was hardly one to be squeamish of blood and needles, but it was annoying when they took too much. Surely, the doctor's didn't need an entire pint of blood just to check for diseases? The last one had, at least. 

Deciding - once again - that negative thoughts shouldn't be around her at this somewhat pivotal moment in her career, Lyra avoided further thought into her coming medical exam and joined a group of others at the transporter - the journey always bothered some people, but for her, it was fast and painless. Well, unless something went wrong and you had your atoms scattered across the void of space, but Lyra never really considered that as a big risk. It wasn't a fun thought, really.

While the rest of the people milled out of the transporter room aboard the [i]Orion[/i], Lyra paused as she spotted the young woman at the controls - an ensign, by the look of her uniform. Taking a moment to introduce herself with her token smile and handshake (Lyra had to be careful with things like this in the past; most species were happy with handshakes, but there was a rather embarrassing moment with a Vulcan that one time...), she chatted a while with Kayla; asking various questions about the ship, it's crew, and of course, the Captain. Who, interestingly enough, could be considered rather young for the race she belonged to, and was still considered to be extremely talented in varied fields. This was a soothing thought to Lyra, what with her own appointment being premature in the eyes of some.

After bidding a farewell to the young Ensign - who seemed a bit less bored now that she'd met an Avalian for apparently the first time - Lyra soon found herself wandering the corridors of the [i]Orion[/i], smiling to herself as she went. One could tell even in just the corridors that the ship was bigger than both the Oberth and Centaur class starships; but a full exploration would have to wait until she'd visited the sickbay.

[i]"I wonder if someone will give me a tour?"[/i] Lyra thought to herself as she made her to the sickbay - she didn't want to keep the CMO waiting, after all.