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Security was roaming the halls, reporting regularly that there were no anomalies, and Tyvya herself was itching to be a part of some kind of action. Security was usually sent on Away Missions, depending on the Captain, and she hoped there would be something like that soon. Or that they would take care of this Romulan threat and get back to exploring the galaxy. Thankfully she had not had to deal with too much vacation time in her career, it didn't set well with her Andorian soul. Many of her fellow crew on ships past had relished any chance to get away from the ship, but Tyvya hated the idea that things could happen without her. Even with a competent or an excellent staff, she didn't like leaving her ship completely unattended.

She turned to her Captain. She trusted that he would make the right decision, whether it involved action or not. Space was a big place, after all, there was plenty time for the kind of encounters that made her blood sing. She hoped this particular encounter was a quick one, as her stomach was beginning to tighten and complain, thankfully silently, that she needed to eat, and soon.

"Well, sir? What are your orders?"