Shiavik, who had finally managed to make more sense of this compacted ship, moved on about the meetings she knew needed to be completed. With a composure strong albeit cautious, she wondered of the person this captain might be. She did not, however, see too much into it, recognizing the foolishness in determining the prize before you could purchase the bait. Hands clasped behind her back, her Guard uniform replaced with the proper, and hair pulled into a neat bun, the Andorian found her way to the Captain’s office— Ready room.

Silently, she rose her hand to notify the captain as to her arrival, keeping her motions brisk and almost frigid. Awaiting response, she briefly took in the passing people, considering their status and their mannerisms.

Lt. Jharaas
Incoming MACO CO