Day 1: Starting on the Ropes "
By: Various Klingons, By, [NPC]
Dr. Alyssa Caitlin Northrop, Intel Officer, [PST]

Stardate: 58205.10 1100

Northrop left Durg and Sam behind and headed for the bridge. She'd only served as second in command once.....and that had been long ago when she'd still been in Grad school. So....being in charge of a crew of Klingons was pretty much new ground for her.

She stopped just before the door trigger and straightened her uniform, wondering if perhaps she should replicate something resembling their uniform. She had her d'k tahg in her duffel. Afterall....black leather went with lots of things. Anyway, that would be for later. She tugged down on her uniform jacket and triggered the door. It spread open and she walked onto the bridge. There was no place obvious for her to sit, so she went over to the Captain's chair and stood sort of behind and to the side of it. "Captain Darg....First Officer reporting for duty."

Speaking in Klingon Darg barked, "Move!"

The Klingon sitting next to the Captain stood up and spoke in english, "Please First Officer Alyssa Northrop. Take your seat. Can I get you a cup of tea?"

Several of bridge crew murmered and chortled together.

"No thank you Captain, I'm fine." She said as she took the seat he had cleared for her.

Darg leaned in Alyssa's direction, he reached over and tapped her command console "on." It came to life, displaying the D'Kuul's current mission profile. "We are ready to resume our mission."

"Aye Captain." After studying the profile a big, "Operations, notifiy the Zion that we're leaving.....bring the cloaking device online."

The operations officer responded, "The Zion acknowledges our departure. The cloak is activated."

Next, she turned her attention to the Helm officer, "Helm....resume course."

The helmsman responded, "Course laid in, warp ?"

She thought about it a moment, then consulted the profile again, "Warp 7, Helm."

The helmsman grunted his acknowledgment.

The ship shuddered and thrummed as it accelerated into warp speed.

Darg leaned back in his chair. He watched as Alyssa studied the console.

"Do you read klingon?" he said in the klingon tongue.

"Yes...I do, Captain," Alyssa admitted. Though her response was not in English, but in Klingon, with not accent.

"Have you Served with us before?" he asked in a jovial tone.

"No sir....I haven't served the Empire before." She didn't say more, not wanting to brag to this man. Somehow, it felt like he would perceive that as dishonorable.

Darg slung his arm over the chair. "The rest of the flight should prove to be uneventful. It is not likely you will find an honorable death here." he said with a belly laugh. "Please continue to study our command protocol." He looked about the bridge and continued, "Tonight the Commanding Officers gather in the officer's messhall. They drink and gamble and brag. It would be considered rude if you do not attend."

"Aye Captain.....I'll be there." Picking up a PADD, she made a mental note to look over the protocols.

"Very good." He waved his hand nonchalantly, "The Captain is never invited so you are on your own."