<div class="floatleft">(http://i1324.photobucket.com/albums/u608/Voikala/f91d2109-d382-42b1-ae33-b31ae165b49d_zpsa6b4ed68.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Commander Var'ishiel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1<br/><br/>The turbolift delivered him onto the bridge, and the Commander strode forth at once, moving to stand, with naturally impeccable posture, unobtrusively, at attention. He was not one to announce himself when it was unnecessary, he often gave the impression that he considered words to be far too valuable to squander them. When his input was necessary, he would offer it or be asked to do so, and even then he was wearing a communicator that would allow him to speak to the other officers from any part of the ship. Better to wait in silence than to draw unnecessary attention, even in a friendly environment.<br/><br/>Though he was quite unfamiliar with the new crew, he had studied their dossiers and wished to supplement that knowledge with first hand observation. An understanding of the people who were to be his colleagues was perfectly worthwhile knowledge, especially when variations from known behaviour patterns were an excellent indication of xenoform psychological effects. The Captain had piqued his curiosity, he was eager to see if she had improved so much in reality as the paperwork might have suggested. Like any good scientist, he always wanted more data.