<div class="floatleft">(https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WdT2PCz-fdQ/Ux0r7YN2kuI/AAAAAAAABcA/eF2DAS43BWwt2tvx4Sja3XqgHCYwxQaSgCKgB/s1600/Tigran.png)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong>Lt Commander Rim Tibbetts<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Deck 1, Officers Briefing Room<br/><strong>Tagging/Mentioning:</strong>Command staff<br/><strong>NSFW Warning:</strong><br/><br/>Tibbetts was smiling when he entered the briefing room, perhaps for the first time in something approaching thirty hours.  He'd been chasing a ghost glitch in the sensor system through eleven decks and twenty stations before finally quarantining and removing the program responsible.  It had been a chase that had both frustrated him in the elusiveness of the solution and left him elated with the trill of the hunt.<br/><br/>"My apologies," he said.  "I was detained."