Moving In "
By: Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58204.16 1100

Alyssa lugged her baggage around her new quarters. They were nice....though she'd certainly stayed in nicer places....though, to tell the truth...she'd stayed in a lot worse places as well. She threw the bag that had spilled on the Promenade onto the bed and opened the zipper. Everything had simply been jammed back in.....so, she dumped the bag and pulled open the top dresser drawer. Northrop began folding the rumpled clothing, smoothing it out as best she could and putting it into the drawer. "Way to go, Aly.....act like a total ass to your new boss. Boy are you ever dense...," she muttered to herself.

Once her clothing was away (which had been in the first two), she opened up the third bag and began to remove several of her own personal belongings. The first few were holophotos.....one of here in the jungle of Creyta IV with one of her former students, Gracie Lynn. Then another of her holding and wearing the artifacts she'd recovered from the Temple of Sarcis on Creyta IV. Alyssa was glad that she'd been able to return those treasures to their rightful owners....though she'd also enjoyed the latinum that had come as the finder's fee. She smiled....remembering the feeling of power she'd had while carrying all four of the Royal icons. While the real ones were safely ensconced in their museum....she had exact copies....which she brought out ever now and then.

Out of that bag came a family photo, more expedition photos from virtually all over the quadrent and several smaller artifacts that she'd decided to keep. None of it was of any importance....but they reminded her of places she'd been....things she done. Inside an hour, she had all of it spread around the room...making the place feel somewhat more like home. There were some larger things down in the cargo bay....but she'd bring those up later....along with the rest of her clothing.

Once she was done arranging, Alyssa pulled a final item from the bag....it was a flat wooden box with her family's crest on the lid. She opened it and looked at what were probably her most prized possessions in the universe: Her customs pair of nickel-plated phaser pistols. They were a bit of a contrivance....but they'd gotten her out of a lot of jams through the years. One too many times to the holodeck, she surmised...but that didn't matter. Shutting the box, she headed for the holodeck for a little target practice. It'd been a while...and she'd only scored 90% on the phaser qualifications Maquis Command had put her through.

As she approached, the doors slid open...then closed behind her as she went off to find the holodeck.