Quinn cracked her shoulders and suppressed a yawn as she flew the small runabout towards an asteroid field that the Sentinel was passing by on her flight. Science had picked up some strange readings from the ship, Captain Rogers wanted them to take some readings from closer to the field. So she was sent out in this dinky little vessel with the XO to see if they couldn’t get a better reading from the smaller and more maneuverable runabout. Quinn had never really enjoyed these kind of missions, especially after her two years of only piloting tiny little three-to-eight passenger shuttles up and down around the station she’d been assigned to.

Starfleet wasn’t as glamorous as her Mom’s stories had made it out to be. Maybe mom just wanted to get rid of her. Heh. Quinn glanced down at her console, then glanced into the back, where Lt. Commander Roman Alden was sitting with a whole bunch of sensor equipment, watching his readings. “So… anything interesting?” she asked.

Ens. Quinn Dagget, Helm