March 23, 2269
Adjusting the large, loose turtleneck of her thick cashmere sweater, Sajeen went from her stateroom’s sleeping area into the living area, to check through the drawers and cabinets one last time to make sure she hadn’t forgotten to pack anything. The young Orion had been aboard the U.S.S. Astral Queen for six weeks, and now that she’d finally arrived at her destination, the last thing she wanted was to leave something behind.
Finding nothing, Sajeen looked at the small handbag, two suitcases, and Starfleet-issue dufflebag that held all her personal belongings (mostly clothes) and gave a small sigh. She wasn’t sure what it said about her life that this was all she’d managed to accumulate so far. Orion culture judged a person’s success on how much wealth and power they could get for themselves. As for the latter, she had none. None at all. As for wealth, all she had was the small savings she