Finally, her double and a half shift was at an end. Zoi let out a long breath. Most of her day consisted of mental load, dealing with paperwork, shift changes, route changes, new protocols to implement from Star Fleet Command, and the planning sessions with her leadership teams to implement them soon on board. Her blond bunned hair was mildly askew and she looked like she desperately needed a few hours sleep.

Zoi took a few moments to tidy herself up before exiting her office on Deck 10. She never liked looking disheveled in front of her team and so she smiled politely and wished everyone a good shift before taking herself to the turbolift. Her bed was practically calling her name with the song of an alluring siren. Maybe, if she was lucky, Dira would rub her back.

(Antone can join here, having been on the turbolift or get on before the next part.)

Her mind was a million miles away, thinking of the soft sheets and warm heavy blanket when the whole world around her shook violently, tossing the passengers around like ragdolls. The sound of metal crashing and concussive booms were so painful in their volume one would think they had been the focal point of the explosive decompression though thankfully they were not. Lights blinked rapidly as power surged and failed. They changed from bright white to the deep dark red of emergency power lighting.

Haven, CoS