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IC: The bridge of the USS Sentinel was silent, save for the whir of the computers processing new data into the ships library. At the moment the only other systems in operation on the ship were life support and environmental control, as technicians prepared for the new crew members to arrive. There was only a skeleton crew aboard as the Sentinel had just returned to drydock from her shakedown cruise. Final touches and adjustments were being made throughout the ship.

If there had been anyone else on the bridge, they would occasionally hear a whistle or a voice humming some random song from the past. The sounds were coming from a lone figure, on his back, underneath the helm console. His hands were hidden deep inside the machine as he made adjustments to the controls that steered the ship on course.

The man working diligently was the ship’s chief helmsman and flight control officer, Chief Petty Officer Kohana Black Wolf. He was one of the few holdovers from the shakedown cruise that would remain on the crew under the command of her new CO. He hadn’t met the CO yet, but wanted to make sure the helm was operating in top condition. That’s why Black Wolf had taken it upon himself to fix the slight error in the controls.

During the shakedown cruise, she had been sluggish when pulling to the starboard. Kohana had been at the helm of enough ships in his career to know when something “felt” off. He was going to fix it before anyone else would notice. It wasn’t real noticeable, but the Sentinel was a battleship, and that sluggishness could be the difference between life and death. . . .

CPO Black Wolf (Helm)