<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5c/Rosalie_Raveel.jpg)</div><strong>Day 1 - 09:45 Hours</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name: </strong></td><td>Lieutenant Rosalie Raveel</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>F Deck - Gymnasium</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td>Ensign Maira Snowpaw &amp; Lt. Porter</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td>Working Out or Working It?</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong> </td><td>Snowpaw &amp; Porter &amp; Open</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>The serene Vulcan face had filled her screen for the past 15 minutes. Commander Surak was her counterpart on Starbase 9.<strong> “No commander, I only just got the orders through myself. I would like to arrange an itinerary for our arrival as soon as possible.”</strong>The facial expression of the Vulcan barely changed, although did she spot just the smallest hint of annoyance?<strong>“I will try to fit you in at my earliest convenience, Lieutenant. I will contact you.”</strong>With that matter of fact statement, the communication was done before she could get another word in. With that out of the way – for the time being – Rosalie headed towards the galley for a quick bite to eat. On her way over there, she read the daily report of Starfleet ship movements in the sector. In her mind’s eye, she saw the dozens of ships crawl over the mental image of the star chart she had memorized.<br/><br/>She replicated herself a cup of coffee and a helping of waffles and found herself an empty seat. With one eye on her report, she dug into the food. Their visit to Starbase 9 would drag her out of her tedium. For the last couple of weeks she had occupied herself almost entirely with routine communications with other Starfleet vessels. The kind of work she could do in her sleep by now. At least now she felt her efforts would actually matter. Her boots were unconsciously tapping the floor as she was reading over her report. She was sipping on the last bit of coffee when it was time to go back to her station and prepare a status report to send to Starfleet command. She would have something to report for a chance, other than the work done by their science department.<br/><br/><br/><br/>