Her hands flexed without discomfort.   At least not from the grievous injuries inflicted upon them in her captivity.   The trip to see the ship's surgeon, Dr. Harerei.  His skill was such that her fingers had been fully restored.    However, that did not take away the soreness she felt in them now.   From daily hard grind of her duties.  That found her day in and day out running between her two jobs she was assigned aboard the ship.<br/><br/>Those two duties consisted of her serving in one of the auxiliary mess halls aboard the ship.   For the ship was unlike any other she been on.  It truly was not a sailing vessel.   That traveled the open waters.   The actual size of the ship is mind boggling.  An the fact that they had lifted off and not set sail.  Had been a moment of consternation.   Its not that she truly was afraid of heights.  She loves to climb,  is quite good at it.  Loved being perched up high.   The fact and realization as she watched the ground become a speck at the observation deck.   Had given her a pause and leap in her chest.  With the realization nothing was underneath the ship that it was in the air.<br/><br/>Her commanding officer in the kitchens who oversees the whole operation.  A very rotund individual Lieutenant Maroof Forsythe.   A jovial fellow, but when it came to his kitchens and the tasks needed to be performed he was all business and strict.  That alone would have kept anyone busy throughout the day.   Not thou for Red,  for she had been assigned another shipboard job that she had to report to daily.   That is with ship security.   As she assists the Chief of Security, Commander Omrin Ghavron, with daily archery drills.   A most intimidating individual.   Not only in demeanor but in appearance.   For the commander is a dragon, centaur mix.   He scared the living daylights out of everyone.   With his countenance and demeanor.  Yet when Red thought of him now.   She could not help but feel giddy on the inside.  She for months had been harboring a school girl crush on the commander.<br/><br/>Sitting down on her bunk, opening the sealed orders given to her just moments ago.   Her fingers sore from the daily workload.   She still deftly and dexterously open the sealed letter.   It is a summons to see the admiral of the ship.   Who she had not seen since that first day.  When she had been rescued from the clutches of hanging on the gallows for the crimes of piracy on the high seas.     Of course the order to report held her full name of  ensign Alexandra  Bran Tor.  Red being her nickname, due of course because of her long flowing red tresses.<br/><br/>Quickly she change into a fresh uniform dress.   When she had gone to see the ship's quartermaster.   She had selected dresses and tops with skirts.   She was never one to wear pants.   She really didn't like the feel of covering her legs totally.   Upon readying herself, she hurriedly make her way to the conference room on one of the upper decks.   Reaching and entering the designated room summoned to.    Two other young officers are waiting already within.    Looking around the room,  noticing the vast expense of the astral sea, through the large window within the room.    A large maple table with carafe and four glasses sit on the table.   It is the tapestry on another wall that draws her gaze as she gives a genial nod to the others already there.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>