The admiral saves the day

Capt. Miller's eyes look past you and her face lights up to the sight of Vice Admiral Miller, her father.

"Dad! It's so great to see you."

"You know you aren't supposed to call me that in uniform, sweety," the admiral responded.

"Touché, Admiral," she smirked, "I understand you're the one giving us the tour of the Massachusetts."

"Yes, my dear. Shall we." He motioned to the shuttle door and we all went in.

The Admiral and Captain took the two pilot's seat while you took a seat at the weapon's controls. There was no reason to use them, but seeing the familiar panel brought some comfort. Your professors at the academy have been as intimidating as the captain and you've never been this close to an admiral before.

At least the two of them kept each other occupied. You were barely mentioned in their conversation. Just a passing comment about your remarkable performance while you were a cadet and another about how young and inexperienced you are in the field. Nothing you haven't heard a thousand times over since hearing about your first assignment.

Upon breaking past another layer of atmosphere, you could see her. The Massachusetts was still at dry dock and she dwarfed every other ship in the fleet in size, fire power, and comfort. She wasn't a vessel for war, but you never know who you might meet while exploring the unknown.