Simon had been in the XO position for a few hours, officially, and the ship was reporting more and more problems. Everything was minor, but Simon knew that there was a possibility of something going on. Power Fluctuations in one of the labs, targets shooting back when they were not set that way, problems with the replicators, and Simon didn’t know how much longer he’d be able to handle the milkshake diet. It was unhealthy for the crew, and it was enough small things Simon thought it may be worth bringing up. He breathed and tapped his commbadge.

=/\=Captain, I’ve been receiving a number of strange reports recently, are you free to talk?=/\= he asked, before stepping out of his new quarters and beginning to make his way to the Bridge, before she had even confirmed his message. A pace of concern evident among those he passed.

Lieutenant Simon Starr, XO

OOC: A genuine question mark… I promise!
Ben