Deep within the bowls of Dresden, where the brick-brack of old personnel lay tossed and discarded, a hiss of breath can be heard–if there was anyone around to hear it that is. Dresden had a long and glorious past. Officers had come and gone. She’d been blown up more times than the admiralty could count. The crew had even been consigned to take refuge in a Defiant class runabout when stranded in the Delta Quadrant once. So many lives lost on that mission, and so few saved. To be thrust home for the battle to only continue. Crewman or Officers came and went. Here in the bowels where no one wandered, their left possession were tossed and forgotten, never sent for. Perhaps greatly missed, but the location lost to obscurity.

Here in this place the ticking of clock has come to an end. A stasis pod hisses as the end of the timer comes and goes, and the lid slides back. A first deep breath after a long sleep, inhaled and sighed out. Eyes pop open, knees drawn up, and arms push up to sitting. A wicked smile appears taking in this new in incarnation of Dresden. Emerging from the pod, the Deputy Director of Star Fleet Evil Operations emerges with an evil laugh that echoes across the ship.
-EvilJen