Sleek white hallways flanked the woman on either side with personnel saluting smartly at the sight of the admiral wings adorning her shoulder, and the pierced skull insignia pinned to her chest. Duty called to her, and she was well dressed and prepared for it even if it was a simple briefing for the new crewmen. Such was the reason for the pressed grey uniform jacket and pants, the single red stripe down her right side signifying her command rank. It held importance for her as it meant she had people to look after and guide into battle, as well as home when all was said and done. Already they waited in the briefing room on the deck just below, waiting for inspirational words perhaps or at the very least an idea of what they were getting into with this assignment. She smirked at the concept, as she had doubts herself as to what they were actually facing other than a whole lot of unknown. It was the worst kind of "go smack these guys" type of mission, as at least across the rest of the Confederacy they knew who they were fighting.

Genevieve barely noticed the transition from the command deck into the main crew deck, so lost in her thoughts as she was, but she knew the ship like the back of her own hand and made her way quite well. The briefing room was before her after just a moment's walk, filling with crew-members as they found seats or simply stood against the walls of the circular room. She had specifically requested the design of the room to be such, as she preferred everyone to have a clear and unhindered view of both herself and whatever data was being displayed on the central table.

"Captain on deck!" The call preceded her arrival, as did the shuffle of boots on metal when most of the crew rose to salute. Those who did not were the regulars who knew her a little better from being long time servicemen. Regardless, she waved the rest back down to their seats as she acquired a cup of coffee from her ensign and took a stand at the central table.

"At ease, no need to stand on ceremony." As expected some of the more green Third Division troopers seemed confused at the statement but complied anyways, finding seats and still holding that blissfully ignorant yet gleeful eagerness that could only belong to fresh recruits. "As some of you are aware, either through serving on the Yoshino previously, or just doing your due diligence... I am Vice Admiral Genevieve Alleron of the First Division Star Navy. This ship is under my captaincy, and as such for the extent of your tour on board you are my crew and subject to my protocol."

She took a pause to glance around the room to find those in particular she had singled out in their applications. There was the engineer from Solexus with his cybernetic ocular implants carefully recording everything, and beside him were the twins from Third Helix going over medical dossiers of the entire crew. Across from her directly was both the marksman Carlyle and the bruiser Mio, two who would be handy in case they had to get mixed up on a surface action. Not so much in boarding maneuvers, but she was preferring to avoid that.

"To be blunt, I don't really give a shit what world you came from, much less how your previous outfit did things. Don't put holes in my ship and follow the general regulations and I won't space your sorry asses. Otherwise, when you are not on duty you're free to pursue your off time however you wish as long as it is outside the work areas." Nods and affirmatives followed, uneasily from some but with a bit more enthusiasm from others. She preferred to keep things a bit less on the tight end than those she trained under centuries ago, but still had to set some kind of baseline or people might actually put holes in the ship.

"On to the mission at hand." The table in front of her lit up and began replaying the recording from the 'Zhao' that she had already seen a hundred times over, thus allowing her to take a moment to highlight particular segments and separate them for the others. "Approximately 48 hours ago UNISEC command received this transmission dump from the LRSD vessel Zhao that was running a long-term observation of the star LAT-4/877/43. Unsurprising to I hope everyone in the room, Liaoning hasn't said what it was the Zhao was looking for in the observation, but I am quite sure it wasn't this." At that point a 3D render of the unknown vessel appeared above the table with a small representation of the 'Zhao' at the side.

"This unknown vessel appeared suddenly and without warning within the orbit of the star, then after a two-minute engagement communications with the Zhao were suspended. Instrumentation is vague at best on nearly every aspect of the ship, but what we can gather from this image and the sensory scans in the data-dump, is that it is not from any known alien civilization and that we can assume it to be anywhere upwards of sixteen kilometers in length. Our mission is to investigate the ship and determine their intentions, with the secondary goal to eliminate it. Current plan is to torp the shit out of it with the nuclear torpedoes we recently inloaded from Sinuiju station, send in the remote fighters to clean up anything that survives and come back to celebrate. Any questions?"