<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/db/Andoran_Female_portrait_150x200.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Chief Petty Officer Par (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/KalinaPar_zh%27Yor)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Engineering Station One<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ensign Maira Snowpaw, Captain Lyra Core, Open to bridge officers & crew.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It was staving off the boredom that was the most difficult thing. Par loved being part of Star Fleet, she loved seeing the Galaxy. Doing so on one of the Federation's newest and most capable ships was a bonus! She glanced up at the main view screen. She never tired of seeing the warp-shifted streaks of stars as the Aurora cruised at an easy Warp 6. She grinned to herself, white teeth a counterpoint to her hair, and turned back to her board, checked everything over.<br/><br/>Structural integrity fields were nominal, warp bubble stable, Warp core temperature well within parameters. There was a slight fluctuation in one of he coolant flows, but even as she watched, someone down in main engineering caught it and corrected it.<br/><br/>Someone had a Jefferies tube access open and was carrying out some maintenance on a non-critical system. Even as the Andorian watched, there was a power spike on that portion of the grid as a relay blew out. "Ouch! That's gotta hurt!" She commented softly, not really aware that she had spoken aloud. She'd had her fair share of burns from stuff like that, and wondered idly who it was. The Operations officer had mentioned something about getting her hands dirty and fixing whatever it was - a jammed turbolift by the looks of it - so maybe it was the cute Xenoxian who just got zapped? Not that the Chief would ever dare tell the lieutenant she thought she was cute, of course.<br/><br/>She re-focussed her display, zooming back out to monitor the big picture again. There was nothing going on, really, that the bridge crew needed to know about. Another... what, half hour or so to the end of her watch? Then she would go to Ten forward and grab a drink. Maybe she would see if the pretty Caitian who was the main operator of transporter room two was off duty and see if she would like to join her for a drink?<br/><br/>A change in the display in front of her caught her attention, bringing her back from her wool-gathering, but it was only the jammed turbolift getting back into operation. "Turbolift seven is operational again", she reported softly, glancing up at the command chair over her right shoulder, her eyes briefly taking in the stoic looking Vulcan who sat there.<em>Enemy of my people</em>.<br/><br/>The words sprang unbidden to her mind. It had been two hundred years since the Vulcan/Andorian wars. The United Federation of Planets had created a lasting peace between the two oldest warp-capable powers in the Alpha Quadrant, brokered by those upstart humans who now formed the backbone of the federation. Par had been raised to believe that the Andorian Empire should rightfully be at the head of the federation. She had been taught this from an early age, but of course it was all rubbish. Andoria was waning, her people were slow to breed and humans were fast. Vulcans too bred slowly, hence the slow<em>assimilation</em>of everything by Earth.<br/><br/>Par glanced at the view screen again and smiled. It was all ancient history, and what mattered was here and now. The ensign at the helm was kind-of cute too, in an earthy human way, she decided. Not long now until watch change and she would be relieved...