Chapter Two: New Personalities

A few hours later . . .

Serea placed the last padd from the large stack of crew information on the desk with a relieved sigh; however, she was feeling the nipping of human discomfort more than ever. Admiral Necheyev was right; she certainly was going to have a tough time with her Jetallan crew. Her first officer, the liaison, Vice Commander Vedrann Tennal, was a former rebel fighter for seventeen years. He was described in the bio written by Starfleet as a person who seemed to always be thinking but not a cold individual. However, it was also mentioned that he was difficult to cooperate with if his personal grudges became an obstacle in any negotiations involving the Dominion or Cardassians.

The Chief Engineer's bio read like penal colony offender. A young and hot-headed Syrreiya Naetharr was assigned as the Chief Engineer due to her expert knowledge of the systems and workings of the station. The record of her enrollment showed she had been in a few scuffles with fellow cadets while taking a short crash course at the Academy. The young woman was no more than twenty-two years of age and was almost thrown out of her classes because of her behavior as well as lack of respect to commanding authority figures. However, no other Jetallan could match her amazing ability and talent with machinery and technology. Part of her undisciplined personality was due to her history. At a young age, she had been taken from her parents on a small labor camp to a science/experiment lab that the Cardassians had constructed in the northern continent of Jetal. There she had been treated with torture while being poked and prodded by the unscrupulous Cardassians. Luckily, she had been rescued by one of the rebel forces that stormed the compound.

Checking the chronometer on the wall, Serea noticed it was late. Before heading to bed, she sat herself on a mat lying across the floor. She lit some prayer candles and meditated in a short, solemn Vulcan prayer for those who had crossed her path in life, alive and dead. When she was finished she curled underneath the soft sheets and fell into a restless sleep. . .