“Abramowitz, Carla!” he read.

“Yo!” A woman near the rear of the formation raised a hand and stepped forward with her locker while people moved apart in front of her to let her pass.

“Carter, Jonathan!” the senior chief read, and Truman switched off the display and looked up as her executive officer ushered two lieutenants, one a JG, and a lieutenant commander into her briefing room.

“Our new arrivals, Ma’am.” Like the Bosun, Commander Haughton was from Gryphon, although his accent was less severe, and Truman cocked her golden-haired head as the three officers formed a line in front of the clear-topped briefing room conference table and came to attention. She could see burning curiosity in all three sets of eyes and hid a small, amused smile.

“Lieutenant Commander Barbara Stackowitz, reporting for duty, Ma’am!” the gray-eyed, brown-haired woman at the end of the line said crisply, and Truman nodded to her, then looked at the next officer in line.

“Lieutenant Michael Gearman, reporting for duty, Captain,” he said. He was dark-haired and eyed, thin and just a little stooped looking, and there was an aura of intensity about him. Truman nodded once more and cocked an eyebrow at the final newcomer.

“Lieutenant Ernest Takahashi, reporting for duty, Ma’am!” Takahashi was small, even darker than Gearman, and wiry, with eyes so dark brown they looked black. He was also the most junior of the three new arrivals, and though his curiosity was as evident as that of the other two, there was a sort of relaxed confidence in his body language. Not complacency, but the look of someone who was used to getting things right the first time.

“At ease, people,” Truman said after a moment, and watched their shoulders relax. She smiled and glanced at the exec. “Paperwork all in order, John?”

“Yes, Ma’am. Your yeoman has it now.”

“Good.” Truman smiled. “I feel confident that Chief Mantooth will dispose of it with all her customary efficiency.” She looked back at the newcomers, then waved a hand at the chairs facing her from the far end of the table.

“Sit,” she said, and they obeyed.

She tipped her own chair back and let herself consider them afresh while her mind went back over the personnel uploads she’d already studied.

Stackowitz was a tac branch officer who was supposed to be some sort of missile genius. The fact that she’d served a hitch as CO of a light attack craft was icing on the cake. She was earmarked for a slot on Captain (Junior-Grade) Jacquelyn Harmon’s staff, but Truman planned to borrow her quite often. Her oval face was strong boned, with a firm mouth and level eyes. At the moment, she seemed a little tense, almost edgy, but that was understandable enough. Not one of these people had been given the slightest hint of what their new assignments were all about, and though the shuttle’s lack of view ports had kept them from getting a glimpse of their new ship on approach, they had to have begun to realize they were aboard a most unusual vessel.