Pregnancy desire: 0
Maternal instinct: 1 (her experiments are like her children)
Child-bearing physique: 0 (petite frame)
Sexual desire: 0
Dependence: 2 (moderately-content with the role she's established.)
Lieutenant Katrina Morgan deserved a higher rank. Her understanding of xenobiology was unparalleled and her analysis insightful. There was only one problem. Accepting a higher rank meant she would become an organizer. A reviewer. Not someone who did experiments directly. In a normal scientific field, that would probably be desirable. But when working with undocumented alien lifeforms, Katrina preferred to personally play with those toys. Especially the unorthodox way she did it.
It created a very weird situation. Everyone knew Morgan had the most experience. That her opinion mattered the most. But her superior grew too timid to do more than assign Lieutenant Morgan her duties and then let her work. That was fine with her. She got to dictate her hours, her laboratory, her equipment, and her methods.
Surface exploration had just uncovered a new batch of samples to be examined. Lieutenant Morgan had her first pick.
She sat at her desk in her private office and scrolled through the interface with a bare finger. The reflection shining over her hazel eyes, light caught in the curls of her long, sandy blonde hair.Post too long. Click here to view the full text.