It was not odd to get a request for a meeting from Cpt. McBride. Oed was a huge facility, but McBride didn’t miss much. Sharah was meticulous about making sure her status reports, requisitions, personnel reviews, etc were always done on time. It was a huge workload in itself, but then she also was working with Sacred Heart. She loved every moment of it. However, she knew in her gut that this was not a meeting about simple administrative or personnel matters. Sharah had a feeling she knew what it was, and no she didn’t use her telepathy to find out. It was a conversation that she knew was coming, but it filled her with mixed emotions. None of them were particularly positive. They weighed all too heavily on her for that.

Avoiding it wouldn’t make it go away, so here she was, walking down the hall of the main operation center of the Fleet complex toward Captain McBride’s office. She stopped outside, made sure her uniform was neat and her hair as tamed as possible and then rang the chime.

Lt. Cmdr. Fayth, SFCMO