Airik Mitchell sat quietly looking out a window. His quick foray onto the bridge ended abruptly as ensigns from Command started throwing PADDs in front of him asking for authorizations. For all he knew, he just authorized war with the Ferengi.<br/><br/>Staring out, part of his view was blocked by the spidery tendrils of the space dock. Part of the view was open space. It became more and more real with each passing moment. It would get exponentially more real as the senior staff assembled for a meeting in the Observation Lounge.<br/><br/>Airik sat in the chair at the head of the table. It was cliche, but he decided to do it. Perhaps he'd change it up a bit just to keep people on their toes and sit in the middle at the next briefing. He wasn't a military dictator and the senior staff needed to function as a team. In the end he was of course responsible for the actions of the crew, but those actions needed to be altruistic and for the benefit of the ship, Starfleet, and Federation.<br/><br/>=/\= "Computer, issue a communication to senior staff to report to the Observation Lounge at 1500." =/\=<br/><br/>=/\= "Communication issued." =/\=<br/><br/>That was several hours. It would give the crew time to finish up any projects.