ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 11

Personal Log, Ensign Ellie Doall, 21st day of Neemsat I’m entering an uncharted part of my own history, and it’s making me nervous. I vaguely remember that I went to school today, and that I was annoyed by everyone talking about the Ball. I’m pretty sure I got teased...

ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 10

They returned to find Goynee, their servant, waiting. Madame Ambassador had decided Ellie needed to return home to do her homework and extra assignments. She hoped ‘Shree’ would be fine for the evening. Goynee gave her a paycard and told her of some of the events...

ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 9

Personal Log, Supplemental My parents insisted we stay away from crowds, and I could hardly argue since I wanted to keep a low temporal profile, so we had lunch with Doctor Jorseen, then wandered the nearby park, talking and feeding the ducks. My younger self didn’t...

ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 8

She let her mother—Natalia—help her dress, feigning ignorance at the buckles and ties that she’d spent nearly three years fighting with as a teen. Her mother, in turn, gave her a crash course on Chatwayan etiquette while she fussed over each ruffle and pull. When...

ST:HMB Doall’s Do-Over, Part 7

“So, I’m not in a hospital?” Her parents exchanged glances. “I assure you, Doctor Jorseen is very skilled.” “Oh, I’m sure! I mean, I feel fine, really. I’m just…trying to get oriented.” She glanced around, seeing the room in a new way, as someone’s guest...