Packing up for transfer, Counselor's prep for Tomcat's arrival

- Starbase 39 Sierra -

Stardate: 239202.24

Iria hummed as she walked around the temporary quarters making sure that she'd forgotten nothing. Not that she had all that much really anyway. Her cloths, yarn and crochet hooks were packed in her carry-on. While her books, comics and select collection of figurines; were safely stashed in a cargo container awaiting the ship's arrival. She was not sorry that she'd bee reassigned from the star base to a ship. While the station had LOTS of folks it never really went anywhere. A star ship was always on the move minus when treaties or such needed discussing. Ship life was closer to what felt natural to her in any case. Her upbringing on a freighter had never really gotten left behind even after all these years.

Iria paused by the mirror and tucked the strand of dark red hair that had escaped her braid behind her left ear. Her dual colored eyes were alight with delight and bit of mischief. She was about to join a whole new crew complete with a batch of marines. True not many marines liked 'Fleeters' but she had been lucky enough in the past to get a long fairly well with a few especially on Gunny Ethan Graham. The thought of Ethan brought a bitter sweet smile to her features briefly. The Gunnery Sergeant had broken things off between them, when he'd been reassigned to a special Black Ops team. Following that she had been sent to Earth to get some additional specialist training for her counseling techniques.

Before he'd left Ethan had given her a dozen skeins of andorian sillk yarn for her to work with. The colors were bright and the silken yarn was the softest she'd ever been in contact with. He'd boldly put the hat she'd made him on his head as he waved goodbye...

Iria walked along the promenade, taking in the sights of a star base she'd not had the chance to explore properly before, now. She was dressed in off duty clothes, a long sleeved cerulean t shirt and slate gray pants. Upon her feet were beige open toed simple dress shoes. Her vivid red hair was tied back in a french twist with a cerulean ribbon woven into it. She did not have any particular plans in mind. she was just enjoying herself and the time off until her new posting arrived. Iria paused by one of the vendors looking into the window curiously...

"Can I help you?" the voice from the entrance was soft spoke but the tone implied that if iria did not intend to buy she best be moving along.

Iria turned towards the speaker and flashed a grin. "I was only looking, I have not seen such patterns and color combinations before, really very impressive. I meant no harm in looking."

The Bolian man sniffed before turning around," "These are the latest from Andoria. Look all you like but please don't touch unless you mean to buy."

"I promise I won't touch, thank you." Iria replied with a cheekily playful grin though she was sure the Bolian vender was in no mood for games or bantering with anyone right then...

Iria hummed as she walked down the corridor towards the area where foods of various kinds could be bought. She had bought one dress from the Bolian, selling Andorian silk dresses. The dress was not for her but for her friend Sophia whose birthday was soon. After a quick meal Iria intended to get the dress sent out to Sophia to hopefully arrive before her birthday...

Lt.j.g. Iria Walon

Counselor

USS Tomcat