<div class="floatleft">(http://www.eftekasat.net/pmg/pix_edadasastew/3841/Jewel_Staite_-_Glenn_Campbell_Photoshoot_011.jpg)</div><strong>Day 2 - 0900 Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lt. Commander Caitlin Wade</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>Transporter Room 1</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Nuress, Entourage, "Dusksmoke,and Nady" </td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Heading towards Sickbay</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Nuress specifically, All</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><em>Well...at least she got my name right,</em>Caitlin thought.<em>Thank God for small miracles.</em><br/><br/>She'd always despised Primadonnas.  Caitlin herself had enough in her Starfleet Record that she was able to crow a bit too....but she didn't.  That wasn't her way.  This was a team....and there's no 'I' in team (granted there was a 'me' in team....but that didn't quite get the point across).  In order for a Team to function, all the members had to be able to work together....and those whom thought they were better than everyone else made it difficult for a team to function together as they needed.<br/><br/>Regardless, Wade fell into step behind the rampaging Doctor along with Duskfire, Nadami and the rest of Nuress' entourage.  This...all of this....had the makings of a very, very long mission.  Anyway...it was time to speak up and see what this woman wanted from her and her Engineers. "Doctor....would you care to let me know what you'll be needing from Engineering?  That way I can get my Engineers moving."