Lieutenant Wallace stood at his post ever since he was made the new Chief Tactical Officer several hours ago. He was scanning to see if he could find the Kelvan ship or any sign of the Ilion for he didn't know the ships fate as of yet.
"Sir, I am here to relieve you," a young Ensign said, one that Richard hadn't seen or met before.
He shook his head and stepped out of his way and walked to the turbolift and was joined by the captain.
"Well, Lieutenant, how do you like the Virgo so far?"
"She seems to be a good ship so far. I won't judge a ship till she has been in battle and how she holds up, Sir."
"Well, she held up quite well the last year and is very sturdy."
The turbolift stopped at the level that Lt. Wallace wanted to get off at. "Here's my stop, sir. See you in the morning, sir."
"Have a good night, Mr. Wallace."
Richard walked into the lounge and saw it was some what full. He looked around and saw a fellow crewmate from the Ilion; he was an Ensign.
He sat down and looked at him and said, "Ensign, what's your name again?"
"Ensign Jackson, sir."
"Okay, Ensign, your my second; you'll take over after I leave the bridge if I am to go on a away mission. I want you to gather up the rest of the Ilion tactical officers and have them meet in here at 1940 hours. Understood, Ensign?"
"Yes, sir, we have a total of eight tactical officers and one enlisted. I think he's a Petty Officer or something like that."
"This ship is our home now, and this crew is our family. We must commit to them with 100% effort. I was thrust into this position and hope to God I do well."
"Don't worry, Lieutenant, you have 16 years of experience on your side. You'll be fine. Trust me."