The starboard bridge turbolift hissed open and a female human in her mid thirties stepped onto the quiet bridge. Luxurious dark hair was drawn back into a tight ponytail. Sharp blue eyes took in the space first tactically then socially. She moved with an easy grace virtually without sound. It wasn’t hard to imagine her as a ghost, drifting just above the decking. The woman wasn’t exactly tiny at 172 centimeters, or around five feet and eight inches tall with the build of someone who’d spent well over a decade in frequent vigorous physical training.

Making her way aft, she paused outside the Captain’s Ready Room. Pushing the call button she sent a silvery shivering chime through the office air inside. Stepping back, she waited until bidden to enter.

Lt Woods, CSO