=/\=About fifteen minutes out, Lt Forgrave.=/\= The sudden voice roused Issac from the half-awake state that he had slipped into. “Eh, what? Ah, yeah, thanks fer the heads-up.” Grumbling quietly, he straightened in his seat and rubbed at his eyes, forcing himself into wakefulness. He hadn’t intended to sleep at all, but he reckoned he was tired. He wasn’t sure of when last he’d been able to actually relax - sure, he’d made an effort to keep up with sleep (when he could), but that wasn’t quite the same thing.

Gathering the PaDDs that had slipped off of his lap, he stuffed them into the bag at his feet. He’d managed to make it through a few of the files, and he felt confident that he wouldn’t be hopelessly lost when he arrived aboard The Manhattan. Wonder what she’s like… He didn’t have as much experience as some of course, but there had been a vast difference between the Dresden and the Viking, and it made sense that this new posting would be every bit as different in it’s own way. Seems she’s got a good crew; at least according to tha reports. Not like that ever tells the whole story, but ah well. I’ll be finding out soon enough, I reckon.

=/\=Docking in sixty seconds.=/\=

Lieutenant Issac Forgrave