<div class="floatleft">(http://orig02.deviantart.net/e90c/f/2010/186/2/2/vulcan_by_webcomicfan.jpg)</div><hr/>Name: CDR McFadden<br/><br/>Condition: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br/>Attributes: Control 10 | Daring 11 | Fitness 10 | Insight 8 | Presence 8 | Reason 9<br/>Disciplines: Command 4 | Conn 3 | Engineering 2 | Medicine 1 | Science 1 | Security 5<br/><br/>Talents: Vulcan, Martial Arts, Mean Right Hook, Starship Expert, Supervisor<br/>Equipment: Type 2 Phaser, Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br/>Notes: N/A<br/><hr/><br/><br/>The Executive Officer was busy over the voyage to the station. He had spent his time overseeing drills with the ship's crew, working on response times and techniques where possible. Pride of accomplishment is something that was alien to his psyche, but mental notation of the satisfactory performance improvements did not escape him. After three months, while skill could<em>always</em>be sharpened, he was confident in the crew's ability should Starfleet's mission turn towards combat.<br/><br/>Unlike some, McFadden had no issue with the presence of fleet intelligence on the vessel. It was an Intelligence department after all, not the Tal Shiar or some kind of Earth Commissariat. As such, he found no issues obeying the Captain's wishes to liaise and pick out some able minds from among the ship's compliment for a think tank of sorts to compile and go over the great deal of time compiling information on the various factions at play in the triangle. It made sense to the Vulcan for Romulans, to use the smaller, more manageable (and likely pliable) splinter faction, to weaken the larger empire. Most likely, if Machiavelli were believed, this would end in the Klingon Imperial States being absorbed into the Romulan Empire. It was also the logical outcome.<br/><br/>Along with some research into the various known races  and planets, McFadden, had his folks put some time into memorizing ship and hull types, and capabilities in the need to evade or engage conflict should come about. His leisure time was generally taken up with reading, or various mental and physical fitness activities. The XO did try to keep himself at least seen or semi approachable by the public.