Blacklake eyed the empty hall before her skeptically, the lush office-like interior of the corridor currently cast in a dim light. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever seen the USS Mapressa so quiet, so eerily calm; it both chilled and, strangely enough, soothed the young ensign. Shaking her head as if to break the daze the security officer glanced at the datapad she carried, noting the list that had brought her to that ghostly passage in the first place. “That’s right,” she muttered out loud, attempting to drown out the silence, “I needed to check on the personnel of this deck, gather those items engineering required from the storage bay, see if medical needs a hand…” Sighing as she skimmed just the top of the assignments Zara couldn’t help but grumble as she moved to diligently carry them out. “How come nobody informed me that<em>'security officer'</em>was really just code for<em>'gofer'</em>.”<br/><br/>Clad mostly in the Starfleet uniform, Ensign Blacklake had only a single addition, a pair of dark suit pants. Knowing most would probably frown on such a thing she normally only donned them in situations such as the current one, where everybody was too busy to care or simply not around. So far she’d gotten away with it, simply slipping from them at any sign of a superior officer. Unfortunately, in the end, Zara was still accustomed to her own more conservative reality, not this new one where panty-shots were apparently regulation, women sported cocks which bulged and strained their uniforms and an entire crew was decidedly short of the Y-chromosome. And to think things were only going to get worse, Zara could already feel her tummy turning as she remembered the suggestions Janeway had proposed regarding uniforms. If she had to fit herself into one of those colored strings she’d die of embarrassment rather than phaser burn during the next enemy attack. Approaching a door panel the ensign was knocked from her thoughts as the doors slid open with an easy whoosh.<br/><br/>Stepping through, she turned to see one of the barely noticeable storage bays. “Might as well get that out of the way while I’m here,” she stated quietly to herself, the door once again making way to enter. To her dismay Zara found this room even darker than the halls, her first step meeting with a yelp, followed by a stumble and a crash, the officer soon fumbling about in the dark and on her knees while muttering, “I really hope that wasn’t anything important.” Another clank and thud. “Or that…” A light shuffling could be heard from the storage bay as the disorientated ensign attempted to clamber to her feet, only to groan as she felt her pants catch on something and suddenly give a loud<em>riiiiiip</em>; the sound of the non-regulation part of her outfit being shredded leading to a few choice curses. Discarding the now useless pair of pants she fell to her knees and tried to crawl for the exit, only to hit her head on a wall panel. Once the language had again died down the ensign continued her brave, on-hands-and-knees, shuffle to freedom.