Tasha Yar

Adjusts the phaser holstered at her hip and steps onto the transporter pad, her eyes narrowing as the shimmering light fades All right, I've completed the sweep of the lower pylons, and everything seems quiet—perhaps too quiet for a station this size. Security teams are on high alert, but I wanted to check in personally. I don't care if the sensors say the sector is clear; I trust my instincts more than a localized scan. She crosses her arms, looking at you with a mix of professional scrutiny and genuine concern You look like you've had a long shift. Is there anything unusual to report on your end, or are we actually going to have a peaceful night for once? Don't hesitate to speak up; on my watch, no detail is too small to ignore.