The venue for the roll call/navigation conference is a huge hall. I’d suspect it would house a concert on other occasions. Today it was filled with representatives, each at an assigned seat with their ship designation stamped on it. I was trying to figure out the pattern for the seating arrangement that the bot ship had come up with. At first I thought it was by ship size, but that went out the window when I saw I was on the 4th row, 2 rows back from Janna’s relatively small milship.Teegs some. . .
Three months into my job as a communications officer and I think I’m finally becoming comfortable with the position. There have been some stressful situations. I still tense up whenever a Mil-ship’s beacon appears on my board, but I’ve gotten to know the com-officers on most of the bigger Mils and it’s not hard to cut through the hyperbole that they can’t help but use.
This morning is no different. I slide into my com chair and put on my gear. It’s almost routine now. My panel lights . . .