Commander Charlotte Kelley stepped through the bridge turbolift doors precisely at 0700 hours.

Her new command-red uniform was immaculate, the four solid pips on her collar catching the bridge lighting as she emerged onto the command deck for the first time as Executive Officer of the USS Arkangel.

She paused only long enough to survey the room.

Hazel eyes moved methodically from station to station.

Operations.

Conn.

Tactical.

Science.

No emotion. No hesitation. No uncertainty.

Assessment complete.

Kelley folded her hands behind her back and moved forward at a measured pace toward the center of the bridge.

“Commander Charlotte Kelley reporting for duty as Executive Officer.”

Her voice was calm, professional, and carried easily across the bridge without being raised.

She stopped beside the command well and looked around once more.

“The standards aboard this vessel will remain exactly where they belong.”

Her gaze settled briefly on the various duty stations.

“Professional.”

A beat.

“Efficient.”

Another.

“Prepared.”

She straightened slightly.

“My expectations are simple. Know your jobs. Perform your duties. Take care of your shipmates.”

Her expression never changed.

“If a crisis occurs, I expect every officer aboard this vessel to be ready before the crisis begins.”

Kelley glanced toward the viewscreen, watching the stars drifting beyond.

“Preparation saves lives.”

Her hands remained clasped behind her back.

“That principle guided me as a physician.”

She turned her attention back toward the bridge.

“It will guide me as your Executive Officer.”

A brief pause.

“Carry on.”

Commander Dr. Charlotte M. Kelley
XO USS ARK ANGEL