A young woman in a crewman’s uniform stepped up to a terminal near the cargo bay. The Red alert klaxons for battle stations and roll call having most, if not all, personnel at the ready in the major areas of the ship. She smirked as she depressed a few commands into the panel. It pleased her to no end to have been given the go ahead to do what she was going to do. Her chest heaved in exhilaration as she gave the delay and began making her way to her ‘station’.

A few minutes later the computer’s voice spoke throughout the corridors. However, instead of the normal voice that everyone had become accustomed to, a deep booming male baritone resonated throughout, “USS Olympic Command Codes transferred. Computer systems locked to command staff only. All personnel report to duty stations for assignment.”

-GM