<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Ny7tkbH.png)</div><strong>Allvezittia zh'Shrekraq</strong><br/><strong>Briefing room</strong><br/><strong>Senior staff meeting</strong><br/><strong>Open</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Having settled on her chair, Zittia began to enjoy the pastry and the coffee as the captain explained their first mission. It seemed rather straightforward to the Andorian and she remained silent for some time while the other officers put forward their comments or questions.<br/><br/>Hearing Anatole's comments regarding the possibility of satellites or probes, Zittia hastily wolfed her bite of pastry in order to speak, which she did with a mustache of powdered sugar above her lips.<br/><br/><em>"That would be awful. I can have the tactical systems reconfigured to focus on low-tech devices of that sort in order to detect them from a safer distance. It shouldn't be too hard to do but it could reduce our ability to detect incoming starships. We should also be able to use neighbouring bodies to hide ourselves. Does the planet have any moons we can hide behind?"</em><br/>