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Sinclair looked down the bar at the Chief of Staff and said “I think necromancy is a bit of a strong word for it, Doctor.” and he chuckled. “After all… all of this-” and he gestured at the ship as a whole, “- is about saving lives. is it not? I think Doctor Kanes are doing a fine job of doing just that. As is the rest of your staff.” and he took a drink.

Sinclair, XO

Sam eyed the trio of officers and smirked. “Never a dull day around here,” he remarked as another crew member approached and he went to take their order.

Sam Nazarian, Host of Florence’s

Navale nodded with a comical grin. When Sam returned she asked, “So what made your day never dull today, Sam?”

Lt. Huzzen, Engineer

Alex smirked as she approached the bar. Necromancy, or something like it? Never a dull day around here, indeed! Huh.

It took a second before she realized who the woman Sam the bartender was talking to must be, but then she smiled. Unwind – or whatever passed for that on a ship where necromancy among medical staff was apparently ‘just another Tuesday at work’ – and meet her new subordinate at the same time? Way to kill two birds with one stone. Her old boss, Commander Jean ‘plus est en vous’ Devereaux, starfleet officer first, human being second, would have considered it unorthodox at best. But that was the good thing about being Chief now: at last, she got to do these things ‘her way’.

Alex turned to Sam. “Meeting me, perhaps?” she answered Huzzen’s question in Sam’s place, tongue firmly in cheek. “I’m Alex Winters, freshly minted Chief Engineer. Do you make Virgin Mojito’s?”

Turning to Huzzen, she said: “And unless I miss my guess, you and I will be working together for the foreseeable future. I looked for you in Main Engineering earlier, but the boarding formalities took most of the business day, so I must have missed the end of your watch. Lt. Huzzen, I presume?”

~ Alex Winters, CE