XO Quarters:<br/><br/>Aurai slipped off her shoes and curled up onto her rack (bed) and read her orders for about the third time today.  "Assigned to the staff of Rear Admiral Anthon Barrows..."  A staff position at her age and rank might as well have been a death sentence, death would have been more merciful as far as she was concerned.  While she had no great fondness for the Valhalla, she suddenly felt somewhat of a kinship with the old relic, they were both being disposed of as ignominiously as possible.  She poured a small neat shot from her bottle of Hawryliw, setting the bottle down carefully before picking up the glass.  She drank it quickly and with a well practiced efficiency and poured another before easing back to ponder her fate once again.  She wondered what young Lt. Barrows would think of her history with her old man, she had never spoke of it with the young officer and thought it best to leave it unsaid.<br/><br/>She knew this assignment was no coincidence, a final disgrace probably intended to force her retirement.  She wondered if she should give them the satisfaction as she downed the second glass and felt the potent liquor warm her body.  It had been difficult enough serving aboard the Valhalla whose current Commander was perhaps most responsible for the downward trajectory her once promising career had taken.  Of course she had opened herself up to it back when she was young and brash with a nice tight ass.  It was more likely the later than the former that had attracted the attention of Titus Faulkner on her first posting.  He seemed larger than life and she had fallen hard for him.  The sex was terrific but unfortunately it had come with a steep price.  It wasn't long before half the officers in the fleet had seen pictures of her in some very un-officer like poses.  It was hard to get sentimental about her time on this ship, she just hadn't thought it could get any worse, but now she knew.<br/><br/>Hanger Deck:<br/><br/>"Listen Chief, I know these crates belong in a museum but we still got to fly them."  Seren brushed back a few stray strands of her short red hair, a tell the Chief would easily recognize as a sign of the Lieutenant's bubbling anger.  She was trying to maintain a calm and professional attitude but it felt like she was in the same conversation every day.  She knew it wasn't really the Chief's fault but unfortunately he was the only one who could fix these flying death traps so it was her job to keep on him.<br/><br/>"If it makes you feel better, I'll give you a hand."  She unzipped her flight suit and shrugged her shoulders out until she could tie the arms around her waist.  She wore only her black sports bra above her waist now, her pert but small breasts showing a bit of femininity which contrasted with her well toned and muscled arms. Seren wasn't necessarily a whole lot of help to the Chief and her crew but her presence there would at least keep them focused on the task at hand.  Besides, it would keep her mind off of the shipwreck she felt her marriage was becoming.