Crew's Quarters

[Lt Tarkel London]

Double checking the lines of his desert robes and smirking down at his shoes Tarkel pressed the button to Kieles room with a small gift bo in his hand and a world of questions on his mind waiting patiently he folded his hands behind his back nodding to himself slightly... the current romulian question buring in the fore front of his mind he was the navigation officer called in two years ago on special assignment to assist with the launch of the bloody thing in the first place... one can imagine the burdon of guilt resting on his shoulders.

[LtCol Kiele Christienne]

Kiele had just finished with the last of the reports and settled in with her current favorite book when the alert sounded. She felt a flash of irritation at the interruption. She'd needed some time to reflect and try to settle her own thoughts and feelings regarding the current mission.

"Come!" she said, standing and giving her hair and uniform a quick brush/tug into place.