Name: Shae Voss<br/>Location: SB41 --> Jhamel Transporter Room 1 --> Command Deck<br/>Tagging: All<br/>---<br/><br/>"No sir, no questions. Thank you."<br/><br/>Shae waited for a dismissal before turning on her heel and exiting the flag officer's office. It didn't sound to Shae like the most distressing of situations, but it was an area of operations that Shae had been in before with her old boat<em>the Lafayette</em>. She knew it could become unpredictable. It wasn't exactly pushing into the unexplored, but all the same every mission was critical--depening on your point of view. Shae was never one to take undertake a mission lightly, she could only hope her senior staff picked up on that, and that they picked up on it quickly.<br/><br/>The strangest moments were yet to come. It was a consant reminder in her mind as she silently navigated the crowds and lines around boarding stations. Any officer could walk ahead of enlisted crew. Any senior officer could walk ahead of junior officers. And senior staff walked past even senior officers, though most of the senior staff were the senior officers. Shae just cut past all of them. Head of line priviledges.<br/><br/>Her atoms were broken down, buffered, transferred to the Jhamel, reorganized and reassembled about the transporter pad of Transporter Room 1...just in time to hear the words of one of her senior staff. Words that made a little smirk come to Shae's lip, as the Jhamel's shipwide intercom sounded a pair of high pitched tones before the voice of Centauran Lieutenant Alix Drazka, Command Duty Officer of the Jhamel on the bridge, followed the tones:<em>"Commander USS Jhamel arriving."</em><br/><br/>Shae knew how it worked: the computer alerted the bridge to her arrival, and according to Naval tradition that arrival was announced to everyone aboard.<em>Oh, no. Mama's home.</em>A thought that turned her little smirk into a little grin. "It's not so bad, Doc. Early transporters actually destroyed every atom in your body and simply recreated you in another location. Some feared before human trials that the soul, if there was such a thing, would be lost in the process. So at least you still have your soul."<br/><br/>Immediately after teasing her CMO, Shae greeted the transporter techs with a smile and nod. Then immediately after snuck up alongside her CMO, the Captain's voice dropping to a whisper when she was close enough to the blonde. "You and I need to talk about certain classified parts of my medical history. If you've got time, we can do it right after the senior staff inbrief you need to be at in a few minutes. CO's Briefing Room right outside the bridge." Just in case she didn't know.<br/><br/>The doctor was, like all of them, new. Only the XO and Shae had spent any real time on the ship prior to launch.<br/><br/>The shine of humor was just as quickly back in her eyes as it had dropped out with her whisper, her tone returning to normal as she decided against making the call from the Transporter room. The bridge would be better, as she needed to do a few things there to. And see her Ready Room, a space on the ship she hadn't seen the finished version of yet. Strange as that was.<br/><br/>A nice Ensign, a young Bolian male named Shekar that worked in Engineering she knew from memory, let her have the lift all to herself. Made for a speedy ride to Deck 1, a deck which had three spaces on it: Main Bridge, CO's Briefing Room, and CO's Ready Room. There was no one calling anyone else to attention when she walked onto the bridge; it was a common space for her. In theory. Even if now was her first time stepping onto it when it was fully staffed and powered.<br/><br/>Shae forgot herself for a moment, stopping and staring for a heartbeat, letting the moment sink in before the moment was through. And she was just as through with the sentiment of the momen. It wasn't her first bridge. Even if this Captain's Chair was much, much nicer. Dark leather that was softer han sin with an impressive holographic control interface, not to mentin an old school 'panic panel' hidden inside of the arms.<br/><br/>The Main Bridge's set up was relatively simple: there were three levels, in the center of the upper most level was her chair, flanked by two standing consoles. A step down were two chairs close to either of her sides, one for the XO and one for 'other' (at the moment the CDO Lt. Drazka sat there), another step down and front-center of the main bride were two side-by-side seated stations, generally for helms and conn, but all stations were interchangeable due to their updated LCARS software. Off to the sides were two other seated stations. Behind it all was a wall of readouts and standing stations for various bridge crew.<br/><br/>Her Ready Room door was off to the right of both Main Bridge entrances.<em>(<strong>OOC:</strong> If Tom doesn't mind, I couldn't find a firm picture of the Norway bridge and I liked the Sovereign's (http://www.ex-astris-scientia.org/gallery/bridges/enterprise-e-bridge-insurrection.jpg) best so I used that.)</em><br/><br/>"CDO, I have the bridge."<br/><br/>Drazka stood from the third chair, looking as relieved as he formally was. He had<em>only</em>been standing watch for nearing on fourteen straight hours now. "Aye-aye, ma'am. Captain has the bridge."<br/><br/>The computer made a note on the bridge log. Shae didn't even take her seat, instead issuing out commands as if issuing out commands came naturally to her. "Blue Alert." The bridge, like the rest of the ship, suddenly came alive in blue light as blue alert noiselessly began to show all over the Jhamel. "Comms, open an All Hands channel." After a quick wait, the Comm officer nodded to Shae to let her know she was on. "Hello, USS Jhamel. All of you should have noticed we've gone into Blue Alert, as we plan on embarking within the next few hours. I need all Senior Staff officers in the CO's Briefing Room as soon as possible. Skipper out."<br/><br/>The channel was cut, and Shae motioned to CDO before slipping out to the Briefing Room. "Lieutenant, you have the bridge."<br/><br/><em>Again</em>, Shae snickered to herself.