The night shift, that normally dull shift that covered the late evening to early morning hours. Usually reserved for junior officers and crewmen on their first tour. Used as means of gaining valuable experience on ship operations during a time when less is likely to happen. Young officers sometimes had trouble staying awake at times, especially if they were on one of the few rotating shifts, or had to work another shift. The Saracen was out, going no particular direction while they awaited further orders.

Master Chief Gordon liked working the night shift. It allowed him to catch up on work and to help teach and guide the young crewmen and officers. He enjoyed Mentoring the young officers. He felt, especially since he was on his last tour of his career, that he needed to help pass on his knowledge and experience to the upcoming officers. He took pride in this, as it was his last duty to star fleet before retirement.

It was 0300 hours in the morning, Gordon had spent the last hour reviewing security information and crewmen evaluations. While tedious, it was necessary work and he enjoyed doing it. The bridge’s lights were at 80% of normal, the mood on the bridge was sleepy but focused. A beep at the tactical station brought everyone out of their midnight daze.

“Master Chief, A vessel just entered sensor range, it appears to be a light freighter. It’s stationary Master Chief.” A young NE reported from Tactical.

“Any life signs?” Gordon asked, putting down the padd in the empty first officers chair.

“I can’t tell at this distance sir.” She said, with a hint of nervousness.

“That’s alright Ensign, helm, set a course, full Impulse.”

“Aye sir, ETA, 49 Min to intercept.”

-CMDCM