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As McKenzie Lovejoy came back from her break from the mess hall she then sat down in her chair at her station. As she was sitting there, she was awaiting some sort of communication from someone that is either A: another Federation starship B: the Klingons or C: the Romulans. She’s just being safe than sorry.

Dariusz had little to do with the ship set on autopilot. There was still another 45 minutes before they would reach the planetary system. Then he would advise the Captain and place the Merrimack in a standard orbit. Usually, during this downtime, officers would study for exams, devise the Forecastle Lounge weekly quiz questions, or very occasionally they’d play card games, though this was frowned upon by some. Doctor Hunter especially, seemed to think it was an atrocious time wasting, however he must have the same kind of waiting around in Sickbay. There was only so much equipment cleaning and calibrating one could do.

Dariusz saw McKenzie return and sit in her seat. “Sorry, but there was no response while you were gone. And no contact signals on those frequencies that you mentioned. It’s dead quiet out there!”

-Dariusz, Navigator