Rh’vaurek was, as usual, impressed with the workmanship of the Keldrak class. They managed to fit a large amount of facilities and resources into a rather small space, as their philosophy on efficiency always provided. He stepped out of the lift and surveyed the bridge. He’d arrived before any of the permanent crew, to inspect the ship and ensure everything was in working order. The temporary crew, that ran the space trials and calibrated most of the systems, still moved about the bridge, finishing their last tasks before the official handover.

The Rovarran was a fascinating little ship, that was for sure. Rh’vaurek remembered the talks about it’s construction during his last few assignments, rumors travel fast in the Empire. He pulled himself out of his thoughts as he took the step up to the center chair, resting one hand on it. This was his first command assignment, and there was still the fluttering anticipation that he’d felt decades ago when he first enrolled at the Academy.

“Commander Deletham, sir. We are just about finished with the calibrations and minor repairs, and we need you on the station for handoff.” The voice of an Uhlan came through the overhead comm system, and Rh’vaurek reached over and pressed the button on the arm of the chair, responding. “Affirmative. I’m on my way.” With one last look at the darkened bridge, and the Romulan and Reman workers finishing up there, he turned and went back to the lift, keying in for the lower decks, anticipating the handoff ceremony.

Commander Rh’vaurek Deletham