Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck One, Main Bridge
Stardate: 2413O4.1O 1147
Quietly standing there, positioned at ease on the bridge, was Simza in worn black suede leather square toed mary jane style heeled ankle boots. Loosely fitted rugged blue pants, with matching straps hanging low off the sides and back. Her modified Bajoran phaser pistol openly displayed on her left, as well as a vintage twentythird century communicator attached to her cobalt nanofiber belt. A faded obsidian and sapphire midriff jacket featuring detailed embroidery, with sleeves pushed up around her elbows, over a solid white, sleeveless, short aketon fashioned Andorian silk half top with corset lacing, Dark padded gloves on her hands, along with a jett colored wrist band communicator on her left arm, her Starfleet Lieutenant Commander rank visible on the collar her jacket, and a silver Bajoran earring passed through her bloodline adorned her right ear. Her auburn hair tightly braided, that fell over her shoulder, spanning past her waist.
"Commander." The Bajoran stated matter of factly.
The minutes passed by, as they seemed to flow, stretching ever on before her to some unfathomable endless unknown, where Mizore waited patiently for Neuman, who appeared to be preoccupied with some matter that was demanding his attention at the time. When no response had been given, or there was none to be had, Simza started making her way, wandering over to the captain's chair where she collapsed, falling into it. ::A girl could really get used to this.:: She smiled, as the thought slipped through her mind. Her dual colored eyes looking over the command console's status display before settling her sights on the AI.
"Samantha, take position at Operations, if you would, please." SAM hesitated a moment as she looked at Neuman, eventually nodding ever so slightly, before taking the controls at the station. "My valkyrie class ship is still off the fore port, have her tractored into Main Shuttle Bay One on Deck Four. Thank you," The Bajoran sat, interpreting the information displayed on screen. "Aye, Captain." The AI called back. "Just Mizore, please." She said, almost eliciting a little laugh, slowly shaking her head to being called captain. "Command protocol states that the one who takes that seat, is the captain in command of the ship." SAM replied. "Maybe, one day, if and when the rank and or title is earned through meritorious service, if you must refer to me by rank, 'El Tee' is applicably sufficient or will suffice."
With a tip of her head to the AI, her expression giving way to a playful wink in Samantha's general direction, just as va'Larr visually stepped on to the bridge into her periphery and announced her presence. "Once the Gypsy Girl is located inside the hangar, you may proceed with the undocking procedure." Simza paused prior to turning her attention to the woman. "As for you. . ." She motioned for the alien to approach. "I thought you might like to have this, as I am sure you will be needing one sooner or later." She said, extending her hand toward her. "It is, well, more specifically was, my Starfleet communicator badge. It is your own now, to do with as you wish. If I may suggest, though, I recommend you integrate and sync it with the ship's communication system. Also, feel free to make it your own, as we are not Starfleet officers on 'this' ship." She said with a kind of short smile, bringing her facing toward the view screen. "Samantha, once we are clear of the docking tether, and ready to make way."
Sliding her vision toward the empty pilot seat at helm control, then over to Neuman. "If you would assume your post, Commander, set engines to one quarter impulse. When we are clear, outside the range of Deep Space Nine, lay in a course along the vector, two two seven mark three five nine, at warp eight." As sort of a joke, to bring a little levity to the situation on the bridge, Simza started pulling a characteristically Picard style impression, aligning herself to sit upright, pointing in front of her toward the view screen with a serious look. "Kelay eka von." Simza, keeping a straight face, while resisting the urge to start laughing, she would have lost it had it not been for her mastery of Vulcan mental and emotional control.
Setting: U.S.S. Peacekeeper, Deck One, Observation Lounge
Stardate: 2413O4.1O 12OO
Mizore stood silently still in the darkness, her left hand pressed against the window as her homeworld became a nothing more than a spec among the stars, watching as Bajor, and the wormhole faded from view. "Once more into the fray. . ." Simza recited the line, thoughts of her world adrift in her mind. ::Until the next time, when I see you again. Farewell. . .::