Captain Cassandra Rixan observed the Endeavor arrive in the system from her vantage point on another ship, her blue eyes skillfully eyeing her new command. She was a tall Trill woman, who looked probably ten years younger than her forty years with her light blond hair camouflaging the grey hairs that were beginning to creep in.

She was eager to get on board and get settled, as much as she sometimes loathed transfers, she was excited at the prospect of a training ship. She affectionately blamed her symbiont Rixan for that, eight other lifetimes of doctors and scientists who relished the chance to impart wisdom on anyone who would listen. Cassandra herself was quite different, coming from a security background, but as the last host Barin had said in the twilight of his life, tactics had is own science like process.

“Captain Rixan?” NE Jacobs spoke, catching her attention, “The crew transfers should begin shortly, do you want to be on the first wave over?”

“Yes,” Cassandra nodded, “It’s time for me to meet my new crew and ship,” she finished with a smile.

~Cassandra Rixan~