A small beep emitted from the roof of Jetta’s office, causing her to perk up from the desk. She’d been doing some serious re-decorating.

”Come in!” She called. The door woodshed open, and ducking under the doorframe came Sylvester. The cat stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of the room.

Pink. Very pink. There was a large carpet she draped across the floor, put up some encouraging signs—everything. There was even a scented candle lit.

”…Hello, Captain. I like the re-decorating you’ve done. It’s ugly as shit, but it bodes well enough.”

“Awh, Mr. Mikhailov! Still a grouchy asshole, hm?” Jetta gave a big smile as she said that. There was a brief pause between the two. . . .

Then, large, boisterous laughter. Jetta walked over and did a handshake with the Kzitian, as did he. “Sylvester! How are you?! When I heard you were in the running to be the commanding officer, I had to take it!”

”Aaaahhhh, c’mon now Jetta, you and I both know I was the only one going for it. I’m great! I’m very glad we’re in your hands.” He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, shaking the captain. “From promising Academy student to Captain. Who would’ve known?! I’m proud of you.”

”Dawhhh, stop it, you big softie!” She lightly slaps his forearm. “You haven’t been going soft, have you?”

”Obviously not. You think your mentor from the academy—me, the one who was so hard on you you didn’t sneak out once near the end of the year—would be easy on you? HA! No.” Sylvester let out a loud , content sigh. It was a relief that Jetta became captain.

The two had known each other in for quite a while in the academy—with the cat personally taking Jetta under his wing. He did find it a little odd having someone a few years younger than him being captain, but Sylvester can’t really complain.

”What brings you to my office?” She walked over to the side table, talking to the replicator. “Two cups of coffee. One black, one mocha.”

“Ah, a small question about the new Ensigns coming in.” Jetta walked over and handed him the cup, getting a ‘thank you’ from the XO.

“Mhm?” She sipped the bitter beverage. Sylvester could never understand how Jetta could enjoy straight black coffee.

“I saw one of them. A Hrelle?”

“Oh! Runt?” Jetta raised a brow. “What about him?”

”I just don’t normally see Caitian’s in starfleet that much anymore, is all.” He took a long sip. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

”Well, I’m settling in for the night, not being officially captain by technicality. BUT! Tomorrow, 0900, we’re up and at it.” Jetta took another sip, sitting back down at the desk. “What about you, Number One?”

”Group defense training. Wave ten, I think?” He rubs his chin, trying to think. Jetta rolled her eyes.

“let me guess, still a hardass?”

”Awh, you’ve remembered!” Sylvester teased, patting her head. “If you aren’t strict to begin with, they can’t exactly go out of line later.”

”It’s a California Class starship, Sylv.” The captain deadpanned. He rolled his eyes in response.

“Yes, and we still have to be on our toes. Now, I think those new Ensigns are here..” Sylvester looked at the time, eyes narrowing.

“Oh! Fun. Okay, well.” Jetta grabbed the mug and finished the last little bit of liquid in it, and looked up at Sylvester. “Be nice. Kay?”

”No promises.” He teased, walking to the doors and walking out without another word.