Even after being on board for a few days, Aurra was still slightly uncomfortable in her own quarters. As soon as she crossed the threshold into her private space, she had the freedom to be quiet, off duty and non communicative—all things she usually enjoyed. However, she’d left the bridge, returned to her rooms and gotten out of the red and black uniform, exchanging it for a pair of hip hugging, wide leg pants and a sleeveless top. She was crossing from her desk to the replicator at 2242 hrs, when the ship shook as if it had been impacted. She almost lost her footing as she reached for the commbadge sitting on her desk.

=/\=Bridge, this is the Captain. What’s happening?=/\=

—CO Talisse