The transition was less than smooth. Commander Brooks had managed to trek herself and a ticked off 15 yo, and all their worldly possessions, halfway across the galaxy. As if a six hour shuttle ride wasn’t bad enough, try doing it with a teenager who feels compelled to sigh heavily every 30 seconds or so. But at least they weren’t fighting… anymore.

The unpacking would have to wait. They had their own family suite on the officer’s deck and it was the nicest place they had lived in awhile. That seemed to soften Sadee a bit. She still said little to her mother as the teen began to quietly unpack her belongings.

“Well, I’m going to the Captain’s office to report in. Wish me luck?” Amari asked, hoping to get at least a modicum of support.

“Ugh,” Sadee sighed. “Mom, you know as well as I do, you don’t need any luck,” she replied while throwing her mini PaDD onto her bed.

Amari supposed that was the best she was going to get, though she was actually somewhat surprised to her that much. “Thank you. I love you, Princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” was the only reply she got.

Amari turned and made a mental note to set up family counseling sessions.

Several minutes later and Commander Brooks found her way to the captain’s office door. She took a moment to look at her dark caramel complexion in the reflection of the bulkhead panel, smooth a few stray baby hairs at her hairline, and was pleased that she had decided to go with a tight bun. It made her look more severe than she really was. She smoothed the front of her uniform down in a well practiced Picard maneuver and activated the chime.

-Lt. Cmdr. Brooks, XO