The metal was cold and lifeless, a hunk of welded chunks of metallic elements forming a ship capable or withstanding the conditions of space. It was at rest, within the Peace Corp. base, plagued with officials, in their matching uniforms, like drones. All were just drones, doing their jobs, like machines, and not thinking more into it. That's what repetitive jobs at the Peace Corp became. As people came to do the same things each and every day, with the same way, with the same people; it became a matter of mindless labor. That wasn't Chiyoko's circumstances as a member of the Intergalactic Peace Corp. Every day was packed with new experiences, as was the lifestyle of a medical professional, faced with various trials each day.
Her feet carried her along the metallic ground, the echoes of the sounding of her foot prints against the metal resonating around her. The door slid open as she walked in, opposite of a man behind a desk. "You wanted to see me, sir." She said to her commanding officer.
"Yes, I've got another mission for you, if you choose to accept it." He responded, "It will at least get you off this planet, as a distant one is experiencing severe civil war and plague. Oddly, Lunians seem unaffected by the plague and so it was brought to our attention that we are to recruit Lunian residents to help intervene with the problem."
She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, "Is that so?" She wondered out loud, "Alright." She concluded, "Sounds easy enough, I accept the mission.
"Very good." He answered handing her a file, "You're to leave immediately; the next ship departs within the hour."
She nodded, "Understood." She then stood and left the room.