Considering how her early life had been within the Romulan Star Empire, the fact she was alive was remarkable alone. What the Senate would have thought initially terrified her. Her work within the Federation had garnered attention and grudging respect.

The rebuilding of the Utopia Planetia wasn’t meant to be a stepping stone. No doubt, the powers that be put her there to keep an eye on her and to keep her out of the way. She had turned it around and ended up excelling at the task. The overloaded runabout did little to change her mood. At least she had arranged her gear and personal items to be onboard. That meant she’d had to pay more attention as she was also pulling a cargo trailer. “Avalon control, this is the Runabout  Brownsville. Requesting docking primary docking near the parts depot. Transmitting supply orders.”

“Brownsville, request granted. Proceed on heading 272, mark 45.””Roger control. Brownsville out.”

Dropping off the car and trailer to the depot, she swung by the Valkyrie long enough to land in the shuttle bay. Asking a tech to move her gear to a pallet and beam it to her quarters once she had been assigned some. A quick visual check in the mirror after changing into her new uniform. The auburn tint to her hair actually looked better against the gold-shouldered uniform.

Asking the computer where the lounge was, she took a window seat and started the always laborious task of in-processing. “Large redleaf tea, please.” Hilea asked the server.