<a class="link link--internal" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/forums/showthread.php?tid=83335&amp;pid=2015179#pid2015179"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dda0dd">Iona Knutesdottir<br/>
</span></a>Bridge of the St. Anne<br/>Midwatch<br/>Tagged: Dr. Khan, Donovan, Thomyris<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>"Thomyris is with me," Iona said, still not realizing the underweight but very hard working able hand was on the bridge.  "Donovan," she turned her head slowly, a habit of zero-g where a quick movement could induce an inadvertent torque and subsequent spin, until the first mate and the one member of the crew who'd been with her almost since claiming the St. Anne came into view.  "Please accompany Dr. Khan.  If anyone gets too grabby, try to eyeball them off instead of putting a slug in them, no matter how much she might enjoy trying to patch them back up."  Usually Donovan's heavy-g build, intimidating haircut, and the warning glow of his amped up eyes when he engaged his combat mods scared off those who knew what the orange glow meant and freaked out the less sophisticated.  "Roll any time lost off over to your L-ticket," their time allowed at liberty, "into your pay at one-and-a-half."  With no choice but to cut into their time off, she was going to make it up to them in the bank account.<br/><br/>"Keep me updated," Iona ended and left the two of them to begin bickering it out.<br/><br/><i> “The manifest has been updated and the cargo-hold is cleared and ready for the next consignment, Captain. Any notion on that?”</i><br/><br/>Whether she realized it or not, Thomyris was an excellent hand and destined for more shipboard responsibility.  Donovan was a fantastic first mate, loyal as the watch was long and absolutely dogged in his backing up of her command.  If he had to Donovan could ably command the St. Anne and get her out of any trouble.  He could even run a route but the spark of true command of a ship was absent in him.  Not a bad thing at all and she wouldn't trade him for all the tea in New Ceylon, but the quirky ex-soldier wasn't going to own a bridge no matter how long he spaced.<br/><br/>But Thomyris, Iona sensed something in the quiet woman with the haunted eyes and a lack of confidence in her own abilities.  Iona knew Thomyris could and did take on any task assigned and completed it very well but she didn't feel like she was ever good enough deep in her gut, or so Iona felt.  She covered for it by always working a little bit harder, a little bit longer, taking pains so that she wouldn't be barked at for messing up and shattered by the blow to her glass fragile confidence.<br/><br/>If she could just grow Thomyris' self assurance there was the making of a real captain inside the girl.  It was up to Iona to not only lead and safeguard her crew, she had to grow them as well.<br/><br/>"Yes," she answered Thomyris after a thoughtful pause.  Deciding that she'd probably been there long enough to hear Iona's intention of taking Thomyris with her, Iona didn't bother wasting time saying the same thing again in a different way.  "Prep my hard suit and one for yourself and meet me with them in the ventral bay in a half cycle."  The Captain didn't explain further to Thomyris and continued to ignore Donovan and Khan as she keyed her comm.<br/><br/>"St. Anne to Annie.  Advise souls on board before final departure planetside."  The St. Anne was going to be left vacant she believed but wanted to make sure of that before setting an automatic watch.