The Commander stepped onto the bridge and pulled his uniform into place. The main stairway he approached to get to the bridge had collapsed, at this point it wasn't a priority so the commander had to climb the steep accent. As he pulled his tunic down he noticed the bottom of his pants ripped. He had three pairs so he didn't mind to much. Stepping off he went to stand at the main information console and took in what was happening. The Fighter comm chatter on low, buzzing voices of pilots readying for the chaos of combat. He was surprised with the quantity of fighters the ship was able to output. His gears started to turn in his head. He stepped up to the captain "If their offensive capability were more geared around small craft, they may not be able to match with our own ship to ship weapons. Sir." It was to early to tell now, but it was a hunch. If it was true, then their bomber craft would pack a wallop and they'd have very good Small craft defense capability to balance it all out. Or this could be a really big Carrier and he was so wrong it would take a plasma torch and a team of Engineers to make him right. Either way he was doing his job and thinking, It was her decision on whether she would test his hunch. He hoped she did though.<br/><br/>Out of all the displays he was looking at, he knew the EW section was the one hardest at work. Confronting a new species, determining whether they had created electronic Defenses was a big point of first contact, and in battle could very quickly turn the tides. If they did it would be how strong their defenses were and if they were able to effect their systems enough to compromise their position. But it was complicated. Different programing methods, different ways of thinking, the team would have to think outside the box, and if they survived, study would be definite. Whatever happens today, that group would have a Huge project on their hands. The Commander was almost excited for the group.