Reilly had been on board the Wolverine less than forty-eight hours. “Yep. I need a vacation.” he said to himself as he finished his on-boarding documentation and finalized his check in. Looking around, he knew he should finish his unpacking. Making a face at the crates sitting in the middle of his room, he got up and made his way to the Bridge.

Walking onto the Bridge from the turbolift, Reilly walked to the center chair, currently occupied by an Antican Ensign. “I have the conn, Ensign. Go enjoy Risa for a couple or three hours.” The Antican smiled and said “Absolutely, sir! Thank you!” and he got up and made a line for the turbo lift. Reilly sat down and pulled up the latest duty reports. He then said out loud to the Bride crew. “All sections, report. What, if anything, do we have cooking at the moment?”

Reilly, XO