Makari's first time running the bridge was a rather short affair. He hadn't even had a chance to hand out any real orders. There had been nothing to do except sit in the big chair and watch as the planet slowly rotated as they orbited it. Sure he could suggest probes and launches to be undertaken and he could have the screen zoom in and out at his leisure, but that was... well one was hardly his place, he wasn't the science type and not about to step on their toes, and the other was no more than watching some big galactic television screen, and with less interaction than he could even get in a holodeck. So... he had sat all official and just made sure the ship didn't careen off course and implode on the planetary surface.<br/><br/>The fact they hadn't imploded or exploded, or ploded of any kind, suggested he had handled things quite well. He would take that as it was. He hadn't gotten them destroyed and he hadn't initiated  a red alert on a whim so he had done great. He just hadn't done so for long. The Captain, and the XO, both hadn't been gone all that long, so his time in charge was short lived.<br/><br/>He moved out of the big chair and let the Captain have his spot. He offered half hearted salute, the kind you gave when you knew that you would be seeing the person endlessly and that saluting every time you passed in the halls or on the bridge would become tedious and silly. Still, the salute happened and then the Captain did his thing, and they were on their way.<br/><br/>And then... well he left and so did the XO. So the bridge was his again. Makari laughed lightly to himself as he sat back down in the Captain's chair. Twice in one day. Heck, twice in a short time. He was either getting really good, or he was just the chair babysitter, sitting on the bridge when nothing was happening. Where was that red alert when you really needed it?