Taking a break from the armoury Ella had decided to flex her leg muscles and take a wander around the Battle bridge. She had started exploring most parts of the ships between duty shifts and whenever she wasn’t either sleeping or eating in the mess, even then sometimes she’d eat on the move. Being new on the ship as big as the Saracen had its perks as not many people knew everyone so she managed to seamlessly glide through the corridors giving courteous nods and ‘‘hello’s as she passed other crewman, only those in gold tunics would question her which she didn’t mind too much. So far she had avoided annoying anyone and seemed to be fitting in just fine among the crew.

Taking in her actual surroundings the Battle bridge was a much simpler and stripped back version of the main bridge with only one singular command chair surrounded by consoles each with their own engraved sign, CONN, OPs, and Tactical with several others left unnamed likely for back up functions. Alone for the moment, Ella had moved across the bridge to the tactical station tracing the console with her hand. Maybe one day this would be where she was standing in combat.
~Ens. Ella Lokaa