<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Lyra-avi.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Captain Lyra Core (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Lyra_Core)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Captain's chair<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>mid-Morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Par and Maira<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The captain was her usual silent self as she sat in her captain's chair and went over reports from around the ship. They were 57 days into the mission and would arrive at their first planet in a little over two days. A tropical planet seemingly covered with rainforest like vegetation. No known inhabitants, though on such a fruitful world, life was bond to exist, even if it wasn't sentient.<br/><br/>Her attention was drawn as her pilot began talking to herself. This<em>habit</em>of the pilot bothered Lyra. It had no logic to it, if she could diagnose she would say the ensign had a mental condition. But Lyra was not a psychiatrist and Ensign Snowpaw had apparently been evaluated by several, all deeming her to be perfectly sane. Her Vulcan logic couldn't argue with scientific evidence. Though her human questioning wanted to. Her mind bother with the ensign was the worry that she would become distracted in her<em>conversations</em>, and - for lack of a more convincing term - crash the ship. But, her track record proved her entirely capable, as did her current actions in steering the ship. So, Lyra kept her bother to herself.<br/><br/>The announcement of a fixed Turbo lift drew her focus off of the strange pilot and onto the blue female to the other side. "Understood." She stated bluntly. The last thing they needed was broken Turbo lifts and people getting trapped in there. She recalled old human movies she had watched with her father where people would get trapped in a elevator. It seemed perfectly logical that a similar situation could happen with a lift, even if many of those situations were perfectly illogical.<br/><br/>Her attention however was once again drawn to the other side as a power relay blew. This caused the most reaction out of her thus far as she placed her tablet down and made move with her hands against the armrests to stand. Her movements however were stopped when she saw the Andorian announced that she was 'on it' and make for the console with intent of fixing things. Seeing that standing would put her in the blue skinned transporter chief's way, Lyra remained in her seat.<br/><br/>However, the following scene did grant her attention in a somewhat expressive way. The two were chattering quietly and her Vulcan ears could just barely make out the words. She didn't entirely mind, chatting seemed to be a need of most creatures, herself included on occasion. So long as it didn't distract from their tasks at hand, and it didn't seem to. "What caused it to blow, Chief Par?" She asked Chief Par as the Andorian returned to her own console.