She was making adjustments to the helm console when the tall Andorrian walked into view. "Rashiya," He held out his hands to her as she stood up and face him. "I beg you to reconsider." "Like last year?" She exclaimed angrily. "You promised! And you're doing the same thing all over again. This is my last chance to graduate. If my ship fails or doesn't show I will be finished!" She shook her head defiantly. "Not this time, Father!" "Be reasonable. If your ships is an accomplishment, and we both know it will, then the Ra'al dynasty will crumble. You will surprise the warp injector coils we are currently working on. We'll loose the contract and be ruined." "There is no injector coil, Father!" She screamed. "I checked! You been making this claim since last year! All you're doing is basic overhauls and minor upgrades! No, Father!" She turned back to the farthest console and started walking away. "My ship is going to fly." "You will regret standing against your family!" Her father raised his voice as he spun away. Navarre shook his head as he returned to the main menu. "What as ass."