Stepping off the turbolift at 0759 hours, Shara Calloway was a different woman than the one people had met last night. Gone was the casual attire and seemingly relaxed demeanour. In her perfectly tidy uniform, Shara was the spitting image of a Starfleet officer, from her rolled and pinned hairdo right to her polished boots. Her assessing gaze took in every station and each person with precision before she moved to the ready room and pressed the chime.

Commander Calloway CIO