"First Mission"

Regarding the full manifest of items the Vanguard had been transporting, Iryna answered Commander Lektar seated to her left without looking up from her console.

“Da, da. Lots of tings. Big tings. Smoll tings.”

The words came out absently, almost automatic. A moment later a yawn escaped her before she could stop it. She tapped at the flight controls with no real urgency, just enough to confirm the attitude control thrusters were still holding Vanguard steady in position.

The soft hiss of the turbolift drew her attention. Crewman Dagh stepped onto the bridge—her Tellarite counterpart in the flight control department.

“No. Not like furry leetle veasel,” she replied in a flat, deadpan tone, her thick Russo-Ukrainian accent blurring the edges of the words until they nearly ran together. She spun the chair just far enough to give him a brief nod of acknowledgment. The gesture was polite enough, but the heavy blink that followed made the sleep deprivation obvious.

Gamma shift—her first aboard Vanguard since transferring from one of the Alpha Centauri outposts—had been long and relentlessly dull. A handful of minor course corrections. A few adjustments to the reaction control thrusters. Mostly just reading through the endless engine-maintenance reports. The quiet had drained what little energy she had left.

Mercifully, it was almost over. Lieutenant T’lol would be along any minute to relieve her.

Then the turbolift opened again and Commander Griffith stepped onto the bridge.

Iryna’s hazel eyes flicked toward him for a quick, appraising glance. A second later she spun back to face her console, suddenly very busy with the controls, determined not to give him any reason to comment on her wandering attention.

“Good morneeng, Comandeer.” she said over her shoulder to the moderately-tall XO. -

OOC Notes: Specifically mentioned @Shirik Lektar, @Dagh bim Braffin @Greggory Griffith, @T'lol