<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/HmZBcGm.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name</strong>:  Chief Morgan Nala (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=309788.msg15095848#msg15095848)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>USS Avenger</em><br/><br/><strong>Condition</strong>: Healthy (No Stress, No Injuries)<br/><strong>Attributes:</strong>Control 11 | Daring 7 | Fitness 7 | Insight 9 | Presence 9 | Reason 11<br/><strong>Disciplines:</strong>Command 1 | Conn 1 | Engineering 4 | Medicine 4 | Science 4 | Security 2<br/><br/><strong>Talents:</strong>Joined, Maintenance Specialist, Miracle Worker, Untapped Potential<br/><strong>Equipment:</strong>Uniform, Tricorder, Communicator<br/><strong>Notes</strong>: N/A<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Morgan Nala had not introduced herself to the captain nor heard his extended speech to the ship and her crew. Her sole focus was getting the Avenger ready for its mission. The number three line was going to need to be replaced at this rate which was going to delay their departure and would look bad for her. Stuck focusing on her work on the line, she was about to get frustrated as a spark of an idea struck her.<br/><br/>Her hands reached for her tricorder and she began to scan the line again before her brows furrowed. She had been messing with the line all day, neglecting traditional duties and preferring to ensure the departure was perfect and yet, all of a sudden it was working. Had her banging her head against the problem fixed it?<br/><br/>"Well, girl. I don't know what you did or if it was me or what but, I'll make sure you'll always get back safe." She was talking the ship, others might have thought her crazy but, it was a habit she had. When she was developing her improvised drone for fine repairs, she spoke to it often, in frustration and care as if it were a stubborn child. The Avenger was in her care now and as the Chief Engineer, she was not going to fail it nor the crew if she could help it.<br/><br/>She removed herself from the Jefferies tube and eyed her crew, wiping her brow of sweat. "I'm not going insane right, the Number three line just fixed itself?" She walked over to the console and double checked it again as Coles was it? spoke to her.<br/><br/>"You just missed the Captain, Chief but, yes, the Captain came in and spoke to the ship and us. After his speech, I noticed the line was somehow working." Morgan rubbed her chin before, she shook her head after considering Coles words.<br/><br/>"Now I'm doubting myself still, this ship is getting ready for her first voyage and I'll be damned if I'll let us fail her." Morgan took note of the smile on Petty Officer Coles who nodded while an ensign gave her a surprised look but, she brushed it aside.<br/><br/>"We should be leaving soon, stand by for the captain's orders. I'll probably get chewed out later for not introducing myself." As if on cue, her communicator went off telling of the Captain's orders for a briefing at 1000 hours. "Alright, Let's get to work people, we got a job to keep this ship in top shape and as members of Starfleet we won't fail!" Morgan said with as much authority as she could muster, it came off decently, her past lives experience also in Starfleet giving her a much-needed push. She was still new to command herself and she had to admit she preferred to lead by example rather than with words or grand speeches. That would be something, she would need to get better acquainted with one day.<br/><br/>Once the ship had departed and entered warp, Morgan would go to her quarters to prepare herself before mentally and physically for the briefing.