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| Control10 | Fitness9 | Presence10 |
| Daring9 | Insight9 | Reason9 |
| Command4 | Security3 | Science1 |
| Conn4 | Engineering3 | Medicine1 |
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Sometimes Kotho still couldn't believe the turn her life had taken. After spending the last thirty years as her mother's slave and dirty little secret, the years following her rescue from the Orion Syndicate had seem almost like a dream. Reuniting with her fraternal grandfather. Becoming a Federation citizen. Enrolling in Starfleet. Graduating. Her first commission. All of it felt like something right out of a dream. So much so that Kotho still feared she might wake up at any moment and find herself back with her mother on that loathed Syndicate starship. Of course, she knew none of this was a dream. But she still had that wanderlust look about her. As if everything was new and exciting and so very precious and fragile.
But at the same time her eyes betrayed her years and life experience. Going through Starfleet at thirty-something was hard enough. Being a thirty-something ensign wasn't gonna be any easier. As an officer in Starfleet, she was inexperienced. But as a person, she'd lived through a world of sorrow and hurt. Enough to color one's view of life. One might say, Kotho was a cocktail of contradictions. As she approached the rest of the away team, Kotho nervously smoothed down her onepiece uniform. The one not really prone to forming creases. She couldn't help but feel a tad naked in the form-fitting outfit. Her body had blossomed under a proper nutrition and she'd put on a fair amount of lean muscle during her time in the Academy. But her grandfather had been so proud when he'd seen her in the onepiece for the first time, Kotho had swallowed her anxiety.
She tried to do the same now as she answered T'Mirras.
"Kotho, Conn. I don't mind letting someone else drive. But if no one is particularly bucking for it, I'm your huckleberry." Kotho had managed to pick up a number of idioms from her grandfather. That particular one was one of his favorites. Her eyes scanned the faces of the members of the away team. Almost as if trying to determine what sort of people she was dealing with.