It was the End of the day The Memorial was unfortunitly back in Dry dock waiting for a new mission it seemed that a Memorial Class Battlecruiser was ether in the eyes of the higher ups not capable enough to handle missions given to specialty ships or else was too versitile and thus an asset to keep on the back burner until the Tusker cat Guano hit the fan

For her Captain this was a source of annoyance Tralla leaned back in her chair with a sigh rubbing the temples of her head as another headache came on she then began cursing in Andorian “Zu’u Laan Wah Mindok Fin Dovah Tinvaak!” she cried after having finished up a report to starfleet that literally was detailing what they were doing while sitting waiting for a mission she got up and ordered a drink from the replicator to help calm her down “maybe while we have this down time I might should try and spend some with Lilith and BJ Ancestors know I have been very busy lately” she said to herself with a sigh

Tralla