At promptly 0800, the start of shift as requested, Mal’athar pressed the chime to Darach office. Or perhaps it was a work room or closer to a machine shop. Or maybe a storage hold? It was the one thing that she loved about Operations officers. They were unique and unpredictable. Most Operations chiefs she’d worked with were practical, but how that practicality asserted itself was always different. On the Fastrac the Operations chief and boxed out a room at the top of the stacks in the main cargo hold for an ‘office.’ He’d said it allowed him to see everything that he had access to and over look it all, and he was harder to find up there. She knew the interuption wouldn’t be welcome, but it was necessary. Mal’athar didn’t want the first time she spoke with CWO Darach to be the first time she needed to make a request or give orders.

Mal’athar, XO