Avalona woke up in the near total darkness of her quarters at the sound of soft chiming of her alarm.  The transporter chief had been on board for the last two months calibrating the transporters.  Along with the typical duties of beaming various work crews back and forth from the ship back to earth or space dock itself.  Oddly enough she had not as yet had the chance to meet Captain Airik Mitchell although she had heard many good things about him.  And once again she found herself wishing Starfleet had given her some type of manifest as to when the senior officers were due for arrival.  But since there was no actual rush for USS McNair to be away on its maiden voyage they had given the senior officers to show up as they were ready to come and report for duty.<br/><br/>Ava smiled as she stood and looked around her quarters which suited her needs perfectly.  Being a Changeling it was very helpful to have the space needed to keep up with her shape changing practice without having to worry about if she was going to have enough room for some of the larger species she could become.  Her quarters had even been specially designed to be sealed off from the rest of the ship as the environments for some of the many species she could become were duplicated for her.<br/><br/>The transporter chief showered and dressed quickly after a short stretching/workout routine that she had started to do several years before on the USS Jarre.  With one last glance in the mirror Avalona stepped out of her quarters making her way to the transporter room.<br/>