Sable stands beside her, a PADD in her hand, ready to note her reactions. "Excited, love?"

"Indeed," Maya nods. "In many ways, this is the first big step toward my dream."

A man taps thoughtfully at a padd for a moment, before glancing down at a panel and nodding contentedly. The set-up isn't too complicated - most of the data will be coming from the computer she's hooking herself up to, and much of the rest from her internal logging process, though there's still a small extra array of sensors festooned with blinking lights laid out along the nearby surfaces. 

"Should be good to connect? Everything looks green on our side." 

He glances over his shoulder.

A stern faced vulcan woman nods. 

"You may proceed." 

Maya nods, reaches out, and plugs her personal link into the console.

Her eyes close as she negotiates the connection protocols over the course of a few milliseconds.

And then flash open wide as her awareness floods through the hull.

"I am connected," she confirms. 

Her mind stretches across the ship's systems — her systems, if just for today — feeling her way through every bioneural circuit and EPS conduit.

Her proprioception sinks into the structure of the ship, from the still-incomplete hull to the decks and bulkheads, experiencing the divisions and layout of crew quarters and cargo bays. Her eyes and ears open to the Intrepid's powerful array of sensors, scanning the entirety of the shipyard in fabulous detail. Her thoughts expand through the computer, calculating countless firing arcs before abruptly pivoting to custom-fitting a dress she saw on Earth to Sable's chosen figure today.

The main viewscreen cycles through photos of countless worlds, then freshly rendered fractals, then a gravitational simulation of a unique star system with seven planets and fifteen moons.

Her heart thrums in the warp core, annihilation reactions pumping plasma through her veins and arteries. She stretches her metaphorical limbs, impulse engines pulsing ever so lightly. Power courses through what few of her phaser banks have been installed so far before dissipating without firing.

"This is a good design," she says, after a moment. "The tricyclic input manifold feels smooth, like the gentlest purr, and so steady, but like a very deep well. The impulse engines feel very punchy and responsive, and the pylons flex so nicely. You have a three micron misalignment in the port tertiary drive coil, but I fully expect you would have caught that in the next check. The hull profile feels very sleek, very clean. I absolutely love it."

"I would love to see another phaser strip or launch tube in the overall class design, if you can fit it. The shields feel tighter than any ship I have seen thus far, no class-wide recommendations there at all. With the space I can save in my hull, however, I would love more capacitors and heat sinks."

Sable notes all that down, fingers dancing across her padd.

"Oh," she adds suddenly, "how are you planning to filter the environments around the bio-neural gel packs?"

The computer core utilization looks a little high, when she's going through all of that - they'll have to keep a close eye on maintaining the core if it's going to be like that all the time. But it should be fine for a test run, at least. It's impressive to see how quickly she can boot everything up when she can monitor every stage of the process in so much detail and bypass the automated checks, too - that'll be worth seeing if they can fit that in, too, perhaps. 

"The bioneural gel-packs are recessed away behind panels, with the standard enviromental filters and access control force fields if they're on sensitive systems. They can be a little tetchy, but usually contamination is pretty easy to sort out if you keep on top of maintenance, and you can generally just pass it through a transporters biofilters to get rid of anything that might make things go awry."