Samuel was waiting in the Observation Lounge as the other officers on the Senior Staff arrived to take part in their first briefing.  Noting that the new woman - rather timid behavior, in his opinion - was contenting herself with just talking to Lieutenant Tir until the briefing started, he decided to busy himself elsewhere.  Doing so by moving over to the viewports at one end of the lounge.  Granted, at warp seven you couldn't really see much of anything, but it was better than doing nothing and looking like you were just standing around.<br/><br/>That all changed when Captain Mitchell walked in, clearly ready to sit down with his newly-appointed crew.  Samuel sat himself at the Captain's right, wanting to evoke the powerful image so common to Federation cultures, especially that of Earth itself.  He listened patiently as the Ba'ku explained their first task.  Chronitons...this was not the Federation's first exposure to them.  Four Enterprises, or rather, three Enterprises and one Klingon Warbird crewed by an Enterprise crew, had traveled in time.  The Enterprise-E had even saved First Contact, the event that had birthed the Federation.<br/><br/>"Captain, if I may," he spoke up, turning to the rest of the Staff.  "The Romulan Empire is in a critical state right now, with recent events.  I would not expect them to be sending much of an organized resistance.  If even at all, they'll send a single Warbird to poke around.  And while this is not a Prometheus-class, we certainly can hold our own against a single ship."