<div class="floatleft">(http://i44.tinypic.com/34826u8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kitala Oragh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day one<br/><br/>Kitala nodded to herself in the mirror of her private dormitory, and walked onto the bridge. It was more like she strode there though, her manner of walking distinctive for a Klingon. It was like marching, her long legs taking huge steps as she walked on. "Good day, Captain, commanders, chief," She said, rarely addressing people with their first names. It was easier for her not to get emotionally attached, as the inner turmoil she had to deal with was enough of a burden already. At some days she just felt like smashing everything to pieces and didn't know why she'd gotten so outrageous, whilst she could crawl up to the couch with a gigantic piece of chocolate and cry as she watched some sort of stupid, superficial soap. "I trust you are all well and in good health. It is an honour to meet you, I have served under captain Picard. I thought it would be good if I assigned for the USS Zhukov as both my uncle and my captain suggested this ship as one with a most honourable crew. I'll be looking forward to working with you all, my colleagues." She said, grabbing a small flask of bloodwine, drinking from it and offering the others some as well.<br/><br/>"This is not for the faint-hearted, though I believe a small drink will do good to the men and women on board of this ship." She said laughing, looking around the bridge.