Aihia sat in the center chair, her steel eyes staring forwards as she watched a few officers pass between the different panels and stations that laced the tactical-based bridge before her. She was thinking about the Admiral and their current situation, as she debated how to approach it. After all, they had little time until they actually arrived at the system. In fact, she was curious as you how long they had until the rendezvous with the planet, where they would be releasing he Marine contingent to the planet with their own security forces.

“Helm, ETA to arrival?” She inquired, shaking herself from the thoughts, by a simple motion of her head. It was as if the movement were a way to alleviate the pensive thoughts attempting to breach the calm of her mind. Adjusting her position, she crossed one leg over the other, allowing her arms to rest casually beside the arms of the chair, as she awaited response from the helm.

Captn. Aihia
CO

OOC: Thought I’d move this along. :)
Trin