Janna sat at her desk after an appointment, knowing that things were happening elsewhere on the bridge. She wasn’t needed up there (or else she’d have been called), but as a member of the Senior Staff, she kept a loose eye on what was happening elsewhere on the ship. Forewarned was forearmed, after all, and if the head of the counselling department could know if her people were going to be needed, then sometimes they could take extra steps.

She leaned back in her chair and frowned. There was an uncomfortable feeling washing over her the last while since the ship had come to a halt and she couldn’t quite place it. It was both strange and familiar, but she didn’t know how exactly. All she knew was that it was likely related to her burgeoning gifts and required her attention.

Rising to her feet, she moved over to her replicator and ordered a glass of cold water. Janna brought it to her lips, trying to hone in on the weird sensation in an attempt to name it.

~Janna Kingston, CNS