In a long string of many, another long day came to a close. Jonathan sat back in his chair, blew out a breath and wished he had something hard t drink in his desk. Wasn’t that a thing Captain’s did? He had had a few over the years that had, but it had never been his thing. Instead, he was more apt to be social and meet up with people outside of his office.

Oed was odd though. He hadn’t quite found his groove, though overall he felt things were going well. He and Dasca had a good rapport, and the senior staff were coming together in different ways. If things with the Vren didn’t blow up, he’d consider this first while as commanding officer rather successful.

Tucking a few things away, he logged out and gathered his stuff.

Wandering through the large complex, he hummed to himself, occasionally nodding to and greeting various crew as they passed by. Reching near the main entrance, he thought he spied someone and indeed, as they turned slightly, it was Séan Iven. He smiled as he approached. “Well, good day, Lieutenant. Heading out for the day?”

Captain McBride, Starfleet CO