<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/L_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 0930 hours</strong><br/><br/><strong>Character name:</strong>Commander Kesi Oyana<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bridge<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Staring at the tactical display<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Buttons... It was odd to begin to miss actual physical buttons. A single hand slides over the fancy new touch screen panels that dominated the tactical panel in front of her. A sea of blues and greens. The bridge of this ship still held some of the character of Starships she had served on for most of her career. Manual switches, sliders, buttons... Actual tactile contact. It was with the introduction of the Excelsior class of Starships and the 'modernization' of the fleet that the creep of 'touchscreens' had begun.<br/><br/>Displays, readouts, everything was normal. The weapons weren't needed, the scanners and sensors were controlled through the Science station, and all decks were at Condition green. Perhaps a random raising of the shields? Just for fun? No... that was be foolish, and a waste of power, but it might still be fun. Space travel was indeed made up of thousands of hours of boredom offset by moments of abject terror. Reaching up she tugs at the white turtleneck collar which clung to her long, dark brown neck. This uniform was itchy, it was heavy... And where she not on the bridge she would be wearing the older much more 'airy' uniform with it's bright red coloration and easy to move in, rather short skirt. But she knew that the Captain set the tone on the bridge. All the way from the demeanor of the crew to what uniforms they wore and how they even wore them. Perhaps as a small amount of rebellious spirit she -did- wear the knee-length black skirt, and the high black boots that were a regulation option with the 'cranberry jacket'.<br/><br/>The collar -still- itched. The jacket -still- felt like she was wearing a parka to the beach... The hand that had been pulling on the sling-like collar moves up to her head, running through her short, black curled hair for just a moment before returning to it's idle position on the control panel in front of her. The chatter on the bridge caused her to glance with dark brown eyes over a single shoulder for just a moment. Full, thick lips press together for just a moment before she turns back towards the tactical display once again... And to her shock, there was nothing.