Brelev stepped off the transporter PADD and into the relativly quiet Command Center of Deep Space Beta.
Most of the crew is probably still making repairs after that Borg attack she figured picking up her luggage that had materialized with her. On the
First Star she'd had small quarters, despite her command position, but then again it was a small ship, but not as small as the
Darkhawk. Everything she needed could be packed easily into two suitcases, anything else could be bought on the promenade.
Brelev had only been on a Jupiter class station once before in her life and knew that although huge, they where not impossible to navigate. Of course she didn't need to find her quarters here, they'd be on the ship. But the ship she did need to find.
"Excuse me... Ensign." She asked a young human male at the opps consol. "Where is the Darkhawk docked?"
He told her and she headed through the seemingly endless corridors through streams of people both Star Fleet officers and civilians. Although mostly human there was a wide veriaty. Vulcans, a couple Romulans, more Klingins then she'd expected, a Bajoran (a little far from home) one, no two Bolians... She found races fasinating, how many seemed to fall into the same basic structure, but had evolved through time in order to survive. One could even find similiar facial structures between the Ferengi, Bajorans and Klingons if they looked hard enough.
After what seemed like an hour (but was probably a great deal less) Brelev stepped into the Darkhawk and was directed by the ship's computer to her new quarters. They where indeed small, but that was fine. Brelev had never been one for extravegent comforts. She dropped her bags on her bed, a place they could stay as far as she was concerned, (like all Denobulans she needed little sleep). It didn't look like anyone else would be using the room, which was odd since she'd been warned that there would be roomates, she'd even been looking forward to the company, but then again it as unlikely that anyone would want to share a room with someone who doesn't sleep. Brelev shrugged it off and decided to check her messages.
It had been a long trip from Andoria (where she'd been studying the ice worms) to Deep Space Beta so she was surprised that only one message was waiting for her.
Attention senior officers of the USS DarkHawk
To celebrate the arrival of our new CMO and CSO there will be a meet and greet held at the bar on the premenade this evening. This is a casual affair, no uniforms necessary
Commander Smith
"The First officer" Brelev reminded herself, she wasn't very good with names. she then read the added note below
Brelev, I heard your ship might be a little late, come when you can don't worry about the rush.
"While that certainly solved how I'm going to meet everyone." Brelev laughed.
It says casual, but by that no uniforms, although I supose my workour suit is out of the question. Brelev searched through her bags and came out with the only dress she had, a shimmering dark green one. It was the one her husband had given her...
Not allowing herself to think about that she set it aside and pulled out her dress shoes. She would not be moppy today, she'd be glamourose, Habel was dead and she needed to move past that.
Half an hour later she was stepping into the right bar. she'd tried two others before asking the computer to locate Commander Smith. The DarkHawk crew was relativly easy to pick out, grouped together looking comfortable together, but civilized enough to keep up their Star Fleet persona.
She seemed to be the only none human there, of course looks could be decieving. "Good evening, sorry I'm late. We had some engine problems on the way here." she said as she gestured for the bar tender "one long island" she ordered. He nodded and headed back the way he'd come.
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