Sojo was cruising along at a steady 3.8 warp. Helena had stayed at the helm as she and Logan went back and forth about how fast to accelerate and testing the engine stability out through Sojo’s paces. And then she was constantly double checking their trajectory against the navigation equipment and maps, just to make sure it was calibrated right. Helena was a bit of worry wort that way, always double checking things to ensure there were no surprises or malfunctioning equipment. Once she knew there were no bugs in the system she’d relax a bit.

It was now 2330 and En Beckham had arrived on the bridge to relieve her. He looked a little nervous. Helena stepped on the release for the chair and swiveled around and got up. He took the seat and looked like he might be sick. He confirmed with her their course and speed. She started to walk away, “Um…Lt?” Helena turned around and set a hand on his shoulder. “Relax, a ship is a ship no matter the size. You’ll be fine. You flew the Bonnie, right?” He nodded, “Yeah, but she wasn’t all shiny and new.” Helena grinned in understanding. “You’ll be fine, promise. But if you need anything, just comm me, okay.” She patted his shoulder and left the bridge.

Helena stopped off at the Galley for a fast meal and then headed for her quarters. About 15 minutes later she came out and headed down the corridor. She was dressed like it was the middle of winter. She had a small pack over her shoulder with what looked like a champagne bottle neck peeking out the top. She stopped at Marceau’s door and pressed the chime.

Helena