As promised, Faye had run the last of the simulations. Eight more of them to be exact. She had gone over every contingency and every potential problem and felt confident that she had covered all her bases and this would work not well, but be fantastic.

All those hours stuck inside consoles and crawling through jefferies tubes. There was probably no officer, outside of the engineers and the COO, who had better knowledge of the internal workings of the ship. And she had paid for that knowledge in sweat, tears and actual blood.

Leaning back in her high backed chair, Faye stretched out her arms above her head and sighed in relief.

Done. It was time.

=/\=Calloway to Cochrane.=/\=

=/\=You wanted to know when the big day came and I was going to bring everything online. We’re there. So if you want to be here to watch me press some buttons, I’m in my lab,=/\=she said, grinning. He wouldn’t be able to know that of course, but her voice certainly did sound excited.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist