The Big Chair

Keep up the good work?  Where was he going?

Eve looked back just in time to watch the turbolift doors shut.  This was not something she was used to.  Leading an away mission was one thing.  Running an entire starship... That was something completely different.  And it wasn't like someone had actually left her in charge.

She knew one thing.  Until someone else showed up who outranked her and took over, she was running the show.

Taking a seat in the command chair, Eve looked out at the space in front of them.  She had heard many people talking about "the big chair".  Honestly, she had never figured she would ever take that seat.  It wasn't that Eve had no ambition.  She certainly did.  Someday, she hoped to be the chief of security.  But captain?

Waiting for whatever came next, she looked on.  And drew a couple of glances from various crew members on the bridge when she started quietly humming to herself.

"Ma'am?"

She turned in the direction of the question.  It had come from Perez, the tactical officer.

"Yes?"

"What is that song?"

Eve had to smile.  "An old Earth song.  Actually, from a group that was fairly popular a few years ago in this time."

"What's it called?"