If you were the type to believe in good omens, you would consider it a good omen that your first command is named the Ptolemy. Both your mother and paternal grandmother are from United Earth’s eastern Mediterranean region (your grandmother from Athens and your mother from Cairo). Your father is even named Alexander!
As you look out the forward screen, you grimace slightly at the dim image you see of yourself. There’s no denying you inherited your mother’s exotic beauty. Couple that with the large bosom you inherited from your paternal grandmother, and you’ve always gotten second and third looks.
You yourself have always considered your physical attractiveness as being detrimental to your career. To compensate for this, you’ve often considered shaving your head. But the same grandmother whose genes cursed you with an ample bosom also adores your long, raven locks. So you just put your hair in a librarian’s bun and carry on.
Soon the shuttlecraft docks with the Ptolemy, and all your attention is again focused on your first command. You stride with confidence and barely restrained exuberance as you head to the bridge, where you’ll meet your first officer, a
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