Josh Semperis, or Mr. Semperis to the ratings, paced uneasily by a railing on the Bridge. Mostly gazing out the large viewports at the stars so unfamiliar to him, his hands where full - a half-empty and cold mug of recaf in his steel fingers, his real hand holding up his small dataslate going over crew rotation logs.<br/>Something was clearly disturbing him. The crew on the bridge could tell by the Lho stick hanging unlit in the corner of his mouth, as one of his first orders was to ban smoking on the bridge. He read the reports of the ominous sounds from down in storage. He even swears he heard a faint sound himself, his mind constantly going back to that eerie sound of drums on steel.<br/>He made his way over towards the engineering console, awakening the servitor set in place on the machines front as he set his mug down. "Servitor," He started in his authorotive manner, "Contact Engineering. I wan't a report of the Gellar field generators every four hours" It was then he noticed his lucky lighter had found its way into his hand when he put the mug down and he sighed, leaning heavily against the back of a nearby vacant chair.<br/>...Something was definately getting to him...