Nesha Prime, Ne'ushae
S.A.M. Drydocks.
Sa'kira stretched her arms, having spent the past few seasons monitoring the Gam'trosha's many retrofits and also helping the cities youth with combat training and other things, she was generally surprised that despite not being in space for quite some time now, her skills and commanding hadn't rusted at all - perhaps due in large part to the assignments command had given them, after all, they couldn't remain on shore-leave forever!
The Gam'trosha was situated on one of the S.A.M.'s very few outside waterdocks, located on the edge of the city but within its great defensive walls. The ship bobbled slowly in the water, and technicians, engineers, and others were putting the finishing touches on the ships top paint work. There were a few differences in the way the ship looked, but it was mainly restricted to just its weaponry, it had some new turrets and even newer shield domes that pockmarked the hull.
The biggest difference though for Sa'kira was the insides, which she had boarded the ship several hours before the rest of the crew were set to arrive - although that didn't mean others hadn't arrived before her. Half of the ships original cargohold had been gutted and was replaced with a counsulors office, dedicated science lab, and even a fighter and vehicle bay; she had at first been a bit annoyed at the changes but realized that despite the changes, they still had a rather vast cargohold.
Sa'kira stood outside of the ship, on the gangway, overlooking her charge. She wasn't in uniform right now, it wasn't needed today; given today was actually a military holiday and one of the few times that the Navy didn't require its soldiers to wear a uniform although she still had her rank band on since it made since given its a military base they were on afterall.