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A grey furred finger tapped the display of the tactical console, starting the diagnostics program. It's owners left ear twitching as a dark skinned humanoid came to a stop nearby. The green eyes studied the reports as they filed across the screen. 

Dar'Valah's mind was split between the data he was studying and the announcement that was just made. The mission would offer the feline the opportunity to do those things he truly enjoyed; He would see things that no Federation officer had seen since the neutral zone went up. Witness sites of beauty that can only be imagined at this point. 

And there would surely be fights along the way. The opportunity to flex his claws and sink his teeth into threats to the Federation. Although probably not literally, the Ferasan/Caitian hybrids ears twitched in a smile even as he stilled his lips to prevent from showing a recognizable emotion.

Shifting, the feline cracked his neck. The ships weapons were in excellent shape, unsurprising given the importance of their task; Still Dar'Valah ordered the computer to run the diagnostics again, what's the old human saying. [I]Better safe than sorry?[/i] The tactical officer thought.