It was a minor detour but in a crisis, Ghubari didn’t like having to waste time at all. On the other hand, there were several people already in the conference room and none were armed. If she was going to show up too late, she at least wanted to be prepared.

She stopped at the armoury and grabbed a phaser rifle and then moved to poke her head into the security office to grab backup. Stark would be so proud of her! “Ensign, arm up. You’re with me,” she ordered to Va’Ser-La, clearly focused and determined.

But she didn’t get very far before the ship rocked hard. Having been in motion, and turning, her balance was off and the next thing Koraia knew her body hit something and she was on the floor. She cursed,. Colourfully.

Sitting up carefully, she touched the part of her head that hurt and noted the blood on her fingers. Great. But head wounds always bled a lot in comparison to the actual injury. Her vision was fine and for the moment the crisis was the priority. “Ensign, you alright?” she called out as she reached for her weapon.

Fl. Captain Koraia, CO