Long night, no sleep, irritated feline... half my stuff is still in the boxes it was shipped to the station in. Diziara thought to herself grumbling and muttering under her breath, and palmed the controls for the turbolift. Diziara always hated that first night after the first duty shift right after a transfer. No matter what sort of group she was ( Read more... )

IC:

Garrison Frost listened to the rumble of warp engines and felt the slight rattle in the deckplates as the Nebuchadnezzar, his starship travaled through warp. His eyes were closed as he rested in his bunk. They were travaling back to port, back to refuel, resupply and for some R&R after a long month out on patrole.
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