<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/nKPLFGs.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Marisa Ral'al<br/><strong>Location:</strong>USS Amadeus / USS Prometheus Dock<br/><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>It had been a long ride. The aging USS Amadeus would depart after a prolonged farewell of it's captain for upwards of a decade now. Captain T'Lon had been quite fond of her chief of security, yet now as she was being moved to a far more befitting Saber-class vessel of the USS Archimedes, a great swathe of the crew from the vessel were being shifted or replaced. While Marisa still felt T'Lon's hand atop her head as she fell into the captain's chair. It was a brief thing, however the USS Amadeus was loaded with personnel bound for Earth, and under the guidance of a young admiral bound for a desk, Marisa served as an acting captain for a skeleton crew. Being brought home to be picked apart and finally decommissioned at the orbital shipyards around Earth.<br/><br/>Shortly they would be arriving and docking in the colossal bays of Starbase 1 where her crew would move along in an ever orderly manner. Some bound for the various ships docked, returning to the academy, even a crewman or two bound for the USS Redemption to fill some mundane, enlisted roles. The morning before had been slow and sluggish as the woman stretched and yawned. Her species were avert to clothing and in spite of her unusual nature, she was no different. Rising in a warm, dark silence as she stretched to her feet and went to retrieve her uniform she had spared from packing up before the whistle of her door called.<br/><br/>"Enter" She spoke with a yawn before the doors slid open, the sharp frame of the Admiral silhouetted by the light beaming in from the corridor, sparking the woman to spring to attention as he had called for the lights to brighten. A brief sigh rolled off his lips as he scanned the woman tightly dressed in the fitting uniform.<br/><br/>"Oh, Miss Ral'al." He brought his hand up, pointing to the small pips arranged at the low neckline of her jacket. "You're a Commander now, you know." She froze before slinking back to rearrange herself. He gave a playful grin as his hands sunk behind himself.<br/><br/>Rear Admiral Alexander August, one of the men responsible for the first contact with her species. He was a lighthearted man, but had always taken the acclimation of their kind as almost a personal project of his. "We're about an hour out still." He said with a slight shrug.<br/><br/>"You could have sent one of the Lieutenants." Marisa remarked. "Could have," he retorted.<br/><br/>Sinking back down to gather her boots before she would follow out her door to briefly command the ship. It was a short, even mundane exercise, but it would be vital to her success, after all, how could she hope to command if even a simple jump across Federation space was beyond her? Offering an "At ease." before falling into her command chair. Glancing to the admiral claiming one of the forgotten postings of the ship's minimal staffing. "Status?" she asked.<br/><br/>"An hour out, Comms and Sensors clear, Commander" She would sink back, crossing her legs as she thought, looking between the various bridge crew as she would wait.<br/><br/>Arrival and docking came and went, the admiral seeing her off to arrange the transport of her personal effects before she would board a shuttle to join the final inspection crews looking over the Redemption, logging all matter of information through her datapad as she doubled between the inspection and scanning through a crew listing. As the First Officer, a great number of duties befell the young woman. All of which she met with a furrowed brow and a thin frown. Going deck by deck, she would eventually leave amidst a swarm of technicians through the docking port. Standing at attention as she scanned over the ship with a sigh of relief. Closing her eyes as she thought, unaware of the other officers that had prepared for their arrival aboard this brand new cruiser.