When she gets to BuPers, she looks at the personnel list, before finding tech support near the bottom of the list. The list, which somehow had had at least 3 coffee spills, and was still legible, claims tech support is in Room 208.

10 minutes later, after Ellen has found room 208, she walks in the open door.

The lady behind the desk gets up and salutes her, "Hello, milady, I presume you are trying to find tech support?" she asks. The sign on her desk reads Commander Sonja Hemphill.

"Yes." The blonde haired IT staffer was a full commander.

"What do you need to fix, milady?"

"You can call me ma'am. I'm Countess Ellen D'Orville, and I need you to update my login credentials, get me a new ID, help me find and get a staff, get me updated tech-wise… and maybe some more stuff." Ellen replies.

"Whoa… Which one would you like to start with, ma'am?" Sonja reads off her notes.

"I'd like to get my login credentials updated first, as, from my experience, it seems to be a prerequisite to most of the rest of the list. Then let's try to update my ID."

"Yes, ma'am." Sonja says, while typing at her computer.

"First, let's pull up your current credentials. Are you going to be staying on shore duty, at least mostly?" Ellen nods, before saying with a look in her eyes, "Sadly, yes. With my health not being what it used to… My body could probably handle active duty, and I don't think my tactics skills have dropped enough to make that a problem, but I probably shouldn't risk things that much, as BuMed will be mad enough at me as it is. Not that I plan to be solely a desk jockey, unofficially, of course." Ellen winks at the last line, and Sonja nods.

Sonja changes the status from on medical half-pay to active light duty, saying, "I changed your status, ma'am. Can you confirm these details for me?". She turns her screen around, and shows Ellen, who nods. Sonja types in a few more things.

"I'll send someone to pick it up for you."

She grabs the phone and dials an extension.

"Hello, Ruth. Can you pick up the ID chip I just had printed, and bring it to me now? One of the brass is here, and I need it now!" says Sonja, sounding stressed.

"I'm on my way, ma'am. Who's ID am I grabbing?" asks the young Ensign, who Sonja's been training, when not working or developing her tactical skills.

"Admiral of the Fleet Ellen D'Orville's." Sonja replies.

"She's back, ma'am?" the Ensign asks, sounding shocked.

"Yes." Sonja replies, hanging up. A few minutes later, while Sonja is trying to obtain Ellen things like an official computer, by name dropping Ellen's name, and saying things to the extent of, "I need it now, to get the Admiral of the Fleet off my neck.", as everyone knows the legends of Ellen's personality, the Ensign runs in, looking like a scared mouse, though at least trying to hide it, and salutes the two, handing Sonja the datachip.

"Here you go, ma'am." says the Ensign quickly.

"You can go back to what you were working on, Ensign."

"Yes, ma'am.", the Ensign says, then scampers out.