Makari slid easily into his position at the OPS station, a nod to the junior officer relieving the young woman from her post as he did so. He had yet to spend much time at his actual station on the bridge. In fact most of his time on the bridge thus far had been in the Captain's chair. A chair that was now not his but instead the actual Captains. And that was how it should be. The Captain on the bridge, his crew around him. It was like some epic yarn spun from an exquisite wool and formed into a beautiful tapestry that would have even kept the ego of James T Kirk warm at night.<br/><br/>Or Makari was completely over doing it all. And that was always a possibility. He loved to be in the captains chair. He loved to be in command on the bridge. But he also could handle his own job. He knew the ins and outs of ops. He knew his place. And he knew how to get things done. But he also knew how to have fun and how to turn mundane into interesting. In another life he was no doubt a holonovel writer or a pleasure palace owner. In his current life he was a commander on a starship, unusual for a Risian, but he liked unusual, it suited him just fine.<br/><br/>"Everyone and their brother is going to request full power for testing once we arrive on scene, and there is no way tactical will be happy to relinquish their share to expedite things, with the new systems on line... we will have to prioritize...." Makari spoke to no one in particular, his voice ringing out confidently from his station all the same.