The quiet hum of the Morro Bay’s bridge was one of the few audible things as the ship itched herself through space. The later night shifts we’re always much calmer than the earlier shifts; and for Jetta, that was perfect. Eyes on screen and watching the stars fly by, her chin resting on a hand.

“Doing alright, Captain?” Sylvester’s eyes glanced at Jetta.

“Alright enough.” She let out an exhale. “Just thinking.”

“Penny for your thoughts, Captain?” Lieutenant Rraal glanced upwards from the back.

“Second contact, if I’m being honest. Mazev, has Starfleet sent that report in yet?” She glanced over at the front monitor. Ensign Mazev furrowed his brow.

“Nothing yet, Captain.” He frowned. “I could check our relay systems and run a diagnostic if you’d like.”

“No, no,” Jetta chuckled. “I’m just antsy. This is truly the first time in a long while the Morro Bay has had a normal mission for once in it’s life.”

“HA!” Sylvester let out a cackle as he leaned back in his seat, sighing. “What I wouldn’t give for a good fight right now.”

“You seriously still want to fight, Commander?” Jetta raised a brow as the doors to the bridge opened, a crewman coming over and handing a PADD to her.

“It’s all I’ve known for a while. A fight, a sport, something physical.” He rolled his eyes. “I prefer it, is a better way to put it.”

“Thank you.” Jetta smiled to the crewman, before playfully Sylvester on the forehead with the tablet like a housecat. “You better control that this time, Commander. Were going to a planet where musical theatre is everything.”

“Are you serious.” Sylvester let out a groan.

“Are you serious?!” Mazev turned with a bright smile.

“Absolutely.” Jetta turned to Rraal. “Lieutenant, chart a course for Secnil-Varr. We have a matinee to catch.”