Val had moved on from the task he had been assigned and was currently assisting Ops from his console with scanning as they went along through space.  It wasn't a tactical scan, but the navigational scan was helpful for tactical as well...<br/><br/>On their way to the Romulan Neutral Zone...  He had only met a few Romulans, when he was younger and doing freight runs before joining Starfleet a small scout ship had tried to convince the Captain to smuggle them onto Vulcan.  To this day he wasn't sure why due to the fact that the Captain had flat out said no.  They had shot him, of course, on a high stun setting.  And then the XO blew the emergency bulkhead from the bridge and Val barely made it out in time with the Captain in tow.<br/><br/>That was the style of his old XO though...<br/><br/>Back to the present...  Looking at his console and its scans he logged them properly over to the navigational array for Ops and Con to use, a copy of the data also over to Tactical in case it was needed.  Ah, the mundane...<br/><br/>Then the Captain started asking about...  Background...  This was a new one on him!  Val listened carefully...  This had to be going somewhere.