<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/Ny7tkbH.png)</div><strong>Allvezittia zh'Shrekraq</strong><br/><strong>Bridge</strong><br/><strong>All systems go</strong><br/><strong>Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Zittia listened to the Captain's last minute comments and orders in silence, then, when it appeared that the meeting was over, she stood up, somewhat still laboringly, picked up her PADD then made her way out of the briefing room and to the Bridge.<br/><br/>She took position behind the tactical console and began her shift. Her suggestion to adjust the sensors had been ignored, so, she made no effort to recalibrate them. However, that did not mean she had nothing to do. As soon as she was at her post, she began her checklist:<br/><br/>Shields:<br/>Status: Down<br/>Level: 0%<br/>Heat: Minimal<br/>Generators: Online<br/><br/>Phasers:<br/>Status: Unpowered<br/>Heat: Minimal<br/>Arrays[12]: Online[12]<br/><br/>Torpedo Launchers:<br/>Status: Unpowered<br/>Heat: Minimal<br/>Launchers[5]: Online[5]<br/><br/>Tractor Beam:<br/>Status: Ready<br/>Heat: Minimal<br/>Generator: Online<br/><br/>Sensors: Online<br/><br/>Targeting Computer:<br/>Status: Online<br/>Heat: Minimal<br/>Load: Idle<br/><br/>Torpedo ammunition also matched the ship's manifest, which she had checked on her PADD that morning. Satisfied, she relaxed a bit and watched as the other bridge officers took position behind their consoles. The captain made no mention of any possible threat in the course of this mission, but she would be remiss of her duties if the Victoria wasn't ready to respond to one.<br/><br/>She rested her hands on the sides of her console and drew a small smile. There was a certain<em>poetry</em>in the way a bridge came alive when the crewmen's work was upon them. She hardly knew any of those men and women yet, something she would have to fix  soon, she thought. For now, however, they had a job to do.