Having got up hours ago, Inzjana had spent her time after showering, dressing, eating and meditating; on a particularly difficult problem she had started on for the Starfleet Intelligence Advanced Technology Division before joining the crew of the T'Kumbra to see what had happened to her friend who was killed on Sigma 7 and subsequently joining the crew of the Churchill after the nova bomb had destroyed the Cho'Chek star system.
Inzjana thought of her long lost friend, Dr Andre Offenbach as she was currently working on one of her pet projects; quantum phase-shifting, while drinking her fifth cup of Vulcan spice tea for the morning since she awoke.
Quantum Phase-Shifting was not to be confused with phase-shifting which had to do with thermal dynamics, which she had had to explain on more than one occasion to some visiting admirals to Reach; it had to do with literally pushing and object out-of-phase from normal space-time.
Of course, it is not the first time Starfleet had attempted this, as everyone at Starfleet Intelligence knew of the Pegasus incident, but that was to create a knew form of cloaking device and of course the Romulans had attempted a create a similar device. Her device differed in the way that was most important to her and that was to eventually do away with the warp drive, a form of FTL that had been proven to be damaging to space-time.
Inzjana's problem was that during the dimensional transition using currently available technology, the result was just as unstable as its predecessors and could still only be able to push matter ninety degrees out of phase rather than the desired a hundred and eighty.
Realising that she had been staring at her personal PADD for at least two and a half hours now, checking and rechecking her equations, put down her PADD and walked over to the vanity table and sat down pondering her features in the mirror.
Inzjana was a beautiful woman with, perfect feline features, a fact that several male and even the odd female humans quite often reminded her of, even going so far as sending flowers and chocolates and invitations to just about every bar and club on Epsilon Eridani 2. There was one problem, the object of their affection had absolutely no interest in her own countenance, nor flowers and Vulcans became intoxicate when eating chocolate, which looking back on it now, she realised that that was probably why she got so many.
So why was she looking in the mirror now...simple...another one of Inzjana's experiments naturally, to see if she could actually quantify and analyse what the fuss was all about.
Deciding that humans were just so completely unquantifiable at the best of times, Inzjana got dressed in to her uniform and decided to go to the bridge, with a mental excuse of having some work to do, but in reality, she was simply bored and wanted something else better to do with her time.
She arrived on the bridge just in time to witness Lieutenant Krol's psychological schism and the subsequent interactions of Masters and Cadenza with the officer in question, or at least questionable anyway. It was at this time, Inzjana happened to remember the introduction to the a twentieth century television show Andre had quite often made her watch on many occasions in to the late night hours:
There is a fifth dimension, beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call The Twilight Zone.
For a split second, walking in to this interesting and thankfully, not atypical display of odd human behaviour, Inzjana wondered if The Twilight Zone had been a documentary, rather than a fictional anthology series, but only for a split second.
Inzjana then walked to her station and logged in and was immediately informed by a rather insistent icon that she had received a message from the tactical station, which she reluctantly opened and read.
Surprisingly for the tactical station, the file was not on better ways to improve on reducing particularly painstakingly put together materials - like a starship - back to its constituent atoms in the shortest time possible, but on a recalcitrant subspace relay instead.
The file was labelled 'low priority' and Inzjana treated it as such, but even though she was about to delete the file, it was sent to this ship by Starfleet, so she filed it in the science station's own memory storage instead.
Of course, then Inzjana remembered that the Churchill had procured another commanding officer, who was actually the first commanding officer and if that wasn't confusing enough, the Churchill was almost destroyed retrieving said commanding officer, so she decided that at the nearest convenient opportunity she had better introduce herself before he had to be rescued again.