LtCmdr Atan T'Seva, To the Bridge

[Jennifer R. Povey]

(( USS Aleek-Om - Tactical Offcers' Quarters ))

At least it wasn't a shared room. The room T'Seva dropped her bag in, though, was a far cry from the spacious suites rated by department heads on the Constitution. It was also decidedly cat free; she had decided given she didn't know the mission and the lack of space and resources to leave Dara with Lera. That made it feel even more empty and, well, unlived-in.

Ch'Nilmani: =/= Ch'Nilmani to Senior Staff. If you haven't, sound off. We're preparing to get underway. =/=

T'Seva: On board, will be on the bridge shortly.

Rather more shortly than on the Constitution to...the advantage of a smaller ship was everything was so much closer.

(( USS Aleek-Om - Bridge ))

T'Seva stepped onto the bridge approximately one turbolift (because there was only one at a time) after Jalana did. But the Trill was already in the center chair, and the XO in position. And Yirah.

She walked over to the tactical console. While small, the Aleek-Om *had* just been refitted. With a few things not quite finished. She even smelled new.

T'Seva: Reporting.

Hopefully she'd get an answer soon as to what the Nearest Starship Situation was

Ch'Nilmani/Rajel/Yirah/Any: Response

She was already adjusting the console to her preferences. Fewer weapons, of course; this ship, though, would be better at *dodging* than the Connie was. That was a tactical advantage to consider.

T'Seva: Pretty little ship. So, when do we find out who we're rescuing...is this a rescue mission?

At least the computer was modern. And responsive.

Ch'Nilmani/Rajel/Yirah/Any: Response

LtCmdr Atan T'Seva
Chief of Tactical
USS Constitution
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