As the chaos from the mission on Grazer died down, Vora found her fingers tapping as she stared at the beautiful start scape displayed in Astrometrics. It should have calmed her, but she was feeling anxious and rather uncertain about the fallout.

Intellectually, she knew it wasn’t her fault. There was no way to predict their pint-sized intruders and the chaos they wrought on the ship. But… she had been in charge. It had happened on her watch and Vora felt that responsibility. She also knew that calling Johann had absolutely been the right decision and he had been best suited to dealing with the situation.

But that didn’t stop her from feeling just a bit sorry for herself. After all, she had been pulled from away team duty after the Ares mission, and now all this crap went down while she had been in command of the bridge. The long look from one of the ensigns shortly after certainly hadn’t helped that twisting feeling in her gut either.

Stop it, Vora, she chided herself. You’re being too hard on yourself, yet again.

And it was then that she knew she needed some perspective, preferably fro the person who understood the situation best.

A minute later, the Tenraith strode across the bridge to the ready room where she had checked that their captain was currently. Taking a deep breath, she pressed the chime.

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