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</div>Not one to ignore her space fitness regimen, Rahks'ha Nrr'vrakhad finished both a 'power nap' and her calisthenics, when the call came to muster on the bridge.  The call was like a stimulant drug to the Mrinka female, like concentrated koffie for a human.  Something in koffie did not sit well with Rahks'ha so she avoided it, but the humans prized the brewed drink to help them wake from a full sleep or keep them awake when monitoring events did not allow them to sleep.  The bipedal, lion-like, female preferred other types of chemicals but had disciplined herself to only indulge either in port or maybe with the permission of the Ship's Doctor.  Her supply of nepeta cataria was kept locked in the sick bay when the ship was underway.  Still, upon hearing the call she imagined that her heart beat faster and her body warmed with excitement.  She quickly checked her quarters and secured loose items before heading to the bridge.<br/><br/>Exiting the half-used two-person stateroom, the auburn maned female banged twice on each of doors belonging to the other crew before moving down to the next door.  She did not knock upon the Captain's door, because that would have been rude and undignified.  Not waiting to see if any of the occupants had wakened, it really wasn't her job but it was a display of how excited she was, Rahks'ha hurried to the Bridge.  Her chair, her position, her calling had been waiting patiently for her return.<br/><br/>Even if nothing went wrong with this possible encounter of another ship, she would be ready for the most difficult danger that the ship could face.  From a potential easy victim to less willing prey and even another predator, she was the Real-Space Pilot.  Offensively or defensively, no one would out-fly her!<br/><br/>Just before stepping though the bulkhead, Rahks'ha paused in the alcove to see that her pressure suit systems were charged and ready.  A quick touch to the suit computer confirmed it to be so.  It had passed the last pressure and seal test, so she was relatively confident it would pass the test again if the ship went to full battle stations.<br/><br/>Entering the Bridge proper, Rahks'ha made herself walk calmly to her pilot's chair.  As she passed the ship's Tangle Pilot, the pilot that guided their ship though wormholes in real space, a member of the Bruth^ie race, Rahks'ha gave the invertebrate female a close-lipped smile, signaling pleasure yet not showing the fangs of hunger or conflict.  The Mrinka then said, "Var'," making certain that she remembered to add the slight click of sound at the end of her crewmate's name.  They made eye contact, briefly, before Rahks'ha took possession of the r-space pilot's seat.