Call her old fashioned, but Catherine enjoyed the feel of the leather on her law books. They were made to be replicas from the 21st century, and lawyers would use these as decorations for their offices, a sign of knowledge and power. Of course, she never used these for reference, not when technology let her comfortably surf all of these books and more in the span of a few seconds as opposed to finding the answer in a day. But law was a field that clung to tradition without letting itself be slowed down.
It has taken her a day to settle in her office, get all her books organized properly, the saber hanging over her desk, and all of her files properly stored and ready for access. The Orion was her fourth ship, but she still felt butterflies in her stomach. She was always worried that the ship she was boarding was her last, but the Captain seemed competent, if not unorthodox. She had examined her file: Captain Vaella. Catherine sensed there would be disagreements. But they wished for the same thing, and that was the destruction of enemies. Catherine just used laws and keeping things neat and legal as her weapons.
She settled on her desk and tapped a few buttons for a publication from Starfleet's Operational Law journal. By law, she was required to remain up-to-date with her field, and this was one of the journals she had a subscription to. She had not managed to read the first table of contents entry before the lights in her office dimmed red and began to flash. "A red alert." Her screen flashed red and a report was opened on her tablet.
- CAPTAIN SPOTTED DOMINION SHIP.
- CALLED RED ALERT.
- ORDERED USS ORION TO FOLLOW DOMINION SHIP.
- ORDERED TACTICAL TO PREPARE FORWARD FIRING.
- ORDERED ENGINEERING TO REDIRECT POWER.
- ORDERED OPERATIONS TO FORWARD ALL TACTICAL DATA TO COMM.
...
More orders were being flashed on the screen. "Off to the Comm then." She stood, straightened her tunic, and began to run towards the bridge. She slowed down as soon as she arrived at the entrance to the bridge, and walked in, her eyes staring at her tablet for any new information. The Captain was in the ready room, so she would stay in her place until called for. So far, everything was smooth.
It has taken her a day to settle in her office, get all her books organized properly, the saber hanging over her desk, and all of her files properly stored and ready for access. The Orion was her fourth ship, but she still felt butterflies in her stomach. She was always worried that the ship she was boarding was her last, but the Captain seemed competent, if not unorthodox. She had examined her file: Captain Vaella. Catherine sensed there would be disagreements. But they wished for the same thing, and that was the destruction of enemies. Catherine just used laws and keeping things neat and legal as her weapons.
She settled on her desk and tapped a few buttons for a publication from Starfleet's Operational Law journal. By law, she was required to remain up-to-date with her field, and this was one of the journals she had a subscription to. She had not managed to read the first table of contents entry before the lights in her office dimmed red and began to flash. "A red alert." Her screen flashed red and a report was opened on her tablet.
- CAPTAIN SPOTTED DOMINION SHIP.
- CALLED RED ALERT.
- ORDERED USS ORION TO FOLLOW DOMINION SHIP.
- ORDERED TACTICAL TO PREPARE FORWARD FIRING.
- ORDERED ENGINEERING TO REDIRECT POWER.
- ORDERED OPERATIONS TO FORWARD ALL TACTICAL DATA TO COMM.
...
More orders were being flashed on the screen. "Off to the Comm then." She stood, straightened her tunic, and began to run towards the bridge. She slowed down as soon as she arrived at the entrance to the bridge, and walked in, her eyes staring at her tablet for any new information. The Captain was in the ready room, so she would stay in her place until called for. So far, everything was smooth.
