<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpkarimonero_zps55a1bf27.jpg)</div>Talking with Emily had helped Kari a lot. It was good to have a conversation that wasn’t full of impending doom or with the knowledge of what had happened hanging over their heads. Instead, it had just been two friends shooting the breeze, relaxing and catching up after what had seemed like forever without actually having anything to say – or, at least, anything that wasn’t about whatever contract they were currently on.<br/><br/>She’d spent the next few days working through ideas and plans for the rest of the unit, cycling between Emily, Damien and several members of the unit’s support staff. This was just as much planning as it was getting her acquainted with the nuts and bolts of running the unit and it’s functions, the administrivia that she’d never thought about when her father ran the unit. The biggest lesson she’d taken away from it was just how much work he’d done.<br/><br/>Allia’s message came through as she was in the middle of reviewing documentation, and was eagerly received. Within moments she was halfway across the ship in the officer’s lounge, glad to be out of there and engaging in conversation with one of her friends. She nodded to the pink-haired lieutenant as she entered. “So what’s up?” Kari asked as she took a seat in the lounge.<br/>