Reva had almost missed getting to the assembly on time because she’d been helping Flight Instructor Randolph weed out the chaff from the wheat among those who said they wanted to be helmsmen by subjecting those poor souls to maneuvers so radical they lost track of up, down, forward or reverse and the equilibrium they’d so clung to scrambled beyond recovery. It was called  by those subjected to it “The Vomit Comet” which was and old designation among those explorers of space in the prehistory of earth and served the same purpose. Reva had been singled out in her very first flight because her Instructor knew her to be Tylyr Rigelian and raised  in a 3 dimensional world and she’d come to love making at least one victim each trip hurl the contents of their last meal because of her dizzying maneuvers; this flight she’d gotten a chain reaction puke from the other cadets after the first one blew.

She had been one of the last to rush in the hanger and find a seat where she took in every detail of her new home and wondered how long it would be before she got to test her limits as a space craft. Sure she could go and sim the controls or request the controls be released for her to practice on but judging by the enthusiasm for a Blast she’d have to chat with the Counselor about people coming before machines so she just dropped by Cadet Captain Lor who was as her rank required waiting for such as herself.

[color=magenta] Excuse me Captain but might I request the Impulse Drive specs, Yard appraisals and As Builts…..Oh and the Structural Integrity Field Specs and performance reports along with the Gravimetric sheer profiles?[/color]  asked the young Helm officer cadet as she pulled her PADD from her belt.

Reva had decided that she would have a talk with the Counselor if she had too and point out to her that she was really trying to socialize but she was in a new environment and needed to understand it and what was expected of her then she could work on social needs in a week or two. She was sure that the Counselor would counter with the argument of emotional overload and how even Tylyr needed to expend that emotional energy or be more susceptible to a grief frenzy.

It was her last thought that caused the young Rigelian Cadet to grin as she considered some of the more pleasant methods of expelling her excess emotions as she waited her Captain’s answer 




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