“Don’t forget–you and Danté need to get your physicals done. Bring his Bo, he isn’t as fussy when he has him.” Dierdre spoke rushedly, flattening the hem of her uniform. “Oh! Before I go,” she turned back to her brother, “please shower. You smell like rotten gagh.”

“Loving the affection, Dree.” Dev snorted, adjusting Danté about his hip. “Now would you get going? You’re barging in on my nephew-uncle bonding time.”

“Fine. But I better come back to clean quarters. We are NOT having a repeat of our first day on Jaeger.” Dierdre wrinkled her nose at the thought. “Wish me luck!”

Navarro waved to her family as she slipped through the doors of their new residence, mentally preparing herself for the mess she would return to. Shaking her head, she dismissed the thought to the back of her mind, focusing on her new assignment. Making her way to the turbolift, she rolled over her wrist to check the time. 1100hrs, not bad. She just hoped to catch the Captain before he left for lunch.

Minutes passed like seconds for Dierdre, her mind crowded with a myriad of thoughts popping from its depths like frogs piling into an Oregon lake. Despite what most would assume to be a frazzled antic, Navarro appeared calm and collected. Pressure and stress was nothing new to the young mother, whose son’s tantrums terrified her more than any assailant possibly could.

Stepping from the lift, Dierdre found her way to the left side of the Ops deck, where she’d been informed the CO’s office was. Ah, there it is. She thought as she came across the room. Planting her feet, Dierdre pressed a finger to the chime. All she could do now was wait.

Lt. Navarro, incoming CoS