Tanna hasn't been Captain of the Endeavor for long. Sure, she grew up on an exploratory vessel, and sure, she's been some kind of officer ever since she hit the minimum age for her species, but the stripes are new.
Not that she's nervous.
Her crew's finally finished their shakedown mission and graduated off of milk-runs. They're settling into a routine with each other, and, well, they're an interesting bunch. Not quite as prone to arguing as her father's crew, but definitely the products of many worlds.
They're navigating through a routine bit of space, running the nth sweep of the solar system this portal dumped them in, when what can really only be described as a negative space wedgie unfolds around her ship, grabbing them in a burst of flashing color and depositing them elsewhere.
Tanna whistles a bird-curse, then gets her crew mobilizing to figure out what the fuck just happened, and at least try to identify where they even are.