There were few things going on with the ship that Freja didn’t know about. It was her training, her first fighter squadron CO had taught her that he always expected everyone to do their job, but that one needed to keep an eye out just in case things fell off. Pretty much ever since she came into department head roles, she put a priority on ensuring she knew everything about whatever was in her scope of responsibility, whether she needed to actively address something or just let things play out.

She had inwardly smirked when she learned her XO had gone down to greet the marine fighters, having served with Lt. Colonel Lardel on the Chimera before, she was pleased when the powers that be announced he’d be returning. It was good, she knew what to expect of him and his fighters, nothing but excellence.

It would be interesting to see what came of the meeting between the two men. While she was never a marine, she had flown fighters as part of strictly starfleet operations. There were stark differences, of course there were, but both marines and starfleet fighter pilots tended to dislike involvement from non-fighter personnel. The good ones were able to tolerate involvement to a point, but they definitely would assert their boundaries early and without filter.

It was something she felt her XO would need to learn on his own without her direct involvement, she would be available for advice when needed, but personnel management was something better learned by simply doing and learning from one’s own mistakes. So instead, she sat in her office, dusting off more paperwork and enjoying a caramel coffee.

~Freja Andreassen~