<strong>"General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions. Repeat. General Quarters. General Quarters. This is not a Drill. All crew, report to assigned positions."</strong><br/><br/>Rising from her seat at the table Kris made short work of rushing over to the CIC, first walking over to the damage control station to make sure that there wasn't any damage to the ships frame.  While Kris' eyes scanned over the display noting that nothing seemed to be damaged yet, her hands where lightly tapping a rhythm out on her side; something she did in battle to ground her nerves.  She turned to listen to the Admirals words, and nodded, her eyes going back to the computer.  Once the battle officially started, she would have to keep her eyes pinned to make sure to mitigate any damage the ship may take on.  Turning to the admiral,<br/><br/>"Sir standing by in the damage control station."  Once done, she turned back, Making a last minute scan to see that everything was indeed in the proper place.  Her hand unconsciously reached up and gripped onto a small hand hook, just in case they got hit.  The idea of being thrown off her feet not in the least bit pleasant.<br/><br/>