"Keeping Watch"

[Guest TParek]

T'Parek again found herself in the command chair, a few padds in her hands as she glanced up at the planet below.

 

Now that you have had a glimpse of sitting in the comfortable chair, you're treated to a taste of the coordinating paperwork. Touche.

 

Adding an electronic signature to the final leave request padd, she sat back, handing the little stack to a passing yeoman.

 

Done with the pressing issues of getting the crew down to the planet to take part in their brandy-induced, the Vulcan focused her attention to the reddish-purple world they orbitted.

 

There was msot likely some sort of alcohol-induced chaotic revelry taking place on the surface, something T'Parek was rather glad she was not a part of. After all, the crew would need someone sober on the ship when they all came home, hungover...