After her physical, Casela made her way to the bridge, or command center. She entered and took a moment to look around, it was a thing of beauty. All the access and control panels shined and blinked with life. The tactical power in this room was a dream come true. Though that wasn’t her area of expertise and she doubted she would spend a great deal of time here, it was impressive. She personally couldn’t wait to see the interrogation rooms and the counseling deck. Not necessarily in that order. She stepped crisply down in front of the CO, “Lt. Casela Synthi-er, CNS reporting for duty, Sir.” She wasn’t quite at attention, not really giving such things much weight. A person would be judged on their actions and reactions to what they were faced with. Empty rank would not influence her opinion of her crew mates. They were all on the same level, until they proved otherwise. She handed the PaDD with her transfer orders over.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS