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ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Paul - 05-08-2025
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RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 05-17-2025
>> Bridge >>
The relative quiet of the ready room was a stark contrast to the focused bustle of the bridge. Here, the immense power of the Zephyr at Warp Nine resonated – less a distinct sound to the casual ear, and more a deep, sub-sonic thrum that vibrated faintly through the deck plating. Yet, to the trained senses of an engineer like Ameen, and undoubtedly to Commander Keir, that thrum was a complex language: the steady rhythm of the warp coils, the subtle stresses on an older spaceframe at high velocity, a living pulse beneath the quiet. It was, for both, a constant reminder of their urgent journey.
Ameen gestured for Keir to take a seat as the door slid shut behind them. Instead of taking a seat himself immediately, Ameen moved towards the viewport, his hands clasped behind his back. He gazed out at the mesmerizing streaks of warp travel for a silent moment, his reflection a faint overlay on the rushing stars.
"Commander Keir," Ameen began, his voice a low counterpoint to the near silence of the room, his gaze still on the star-streaked viewport for another moment before he turned to meet hir directly. "Thank you for joining me. There are several pressing matters concerning this ship, the crew, and our assignment that I wanted to discuss with you more candidly."
First, the operational realities...
"Your initial report from Engineering indicated readiness for mission start, but pushing an older vessel like the Zephyr with an entirely new crew to Warp Nine for forty hours straight warrants continuous close attention. What are your immediate concerns or any performance quirks you anticipate from the engine room now that we're truly underway?"
He paused, letting that sink in before broadening the scope.
"Beyond the engineering specifics, there's the overall operational picture. This crew is a patchwork, pulled from various postings. As my acting First Officer, your insights on their integration, morale, and any initial departmental challenges will be crucial. We need them to become a cohesive unit, and quickly."
Ameen then shifted his weight slightly, his expression becoming a fraction more guarded.
Alright, Morad. Best to address this directly...
He paused, and for a brief moment, ran his fingers rather sheepishly through his hair before meeting Keir's gaze again – a familiar habit when broaching something uncomfortable.
"There is also that other delicate matter, Commander," he began, his voice perhaps a touch more hesitant than before, "that I need to discuss with you as my First Officer." He took a steadying breath.
"It concerns Lieutenant Amila Ra'an, our new Chief Science Officer. Prior to this unexpected assignment, and before I was placed in command of the Zephyr with Ra'an subsequently serving under me, Amila and I... had one personal social engagement. A single date." He stated it factually, without embellishment. "Given our new command structure, Starfleet regulations are quite clear on the necessity of disclosing such prior personal connections to the First Officer. While the relationship, such as it was, predates this command hierarchy and thus falls within accepted parameters, full transparency with you is required. I trust you understand my intention is to maintain the highest degree of professionalism on the bridge and throughout the ship, and I expect the same from all officers involved."
Ameen paused, allowing the Lieutenant Commander a moment to process the official disclosure. He then continued, his tone becoming a shade more personal, though still measured, choosing his words with care.
"To be entirely candid, Keir," he added, perhaps looking for a sign of understanding from hir, "that one engagement... it was recent, and it is my personal hope to explore whether that connection with Amila might develop further. Naturally, this would be under appropriate off-duty circumstances and with the utmost discretion, adhering to all regulations regarding professional conduct, especially given our current command structure. I felt it was important for you, as my First Officer, to be aware of this personal dimension as well as the procedural one."
There. It's all laid out now. The professional necessity, the personal hope, and the inherent complications...
He waited for hir reaction, ready to discuss it further or move on to other pressing ship business. The silence of the ready room, save for that barely perceptible thrum of the warp engines, seemed to amplify the unspoken dynamics.
== Tag K. ==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Keir 77 - 05-18-2025
<<Bridge<<
Keir might have been the youngest member of the crew having only recently celebrated hir 20th birthday; but that was the burden and privilege of being Hermat. Having entered the Academy just before hir 4th birthday and spending time on active duty as an Engineering officer and twice now as a First officer; youth was not a burden for Keir.
Though there was no outward sign that this was more than a normal meeting between CO and FO, there seemed to be an undertone in the initial conversation which despite the legitimacy of what was said; it felt like there was a bigger reason.
And s/he thought it might be something outside of policy and procedure; and took the proffered seat, waiting...
The first question was a legitimate one and s/he addressed it. "I have ordered that an experienced Officer and an NCO be on duty at all times such that should there be any unforeseen issues they can act and also alert me. Ensign Singer and myself went over all relevant systems during my visit and both of us agreed that all showed no likelihood of failure, but we remain vigilant."
The next concern seemed a trifle forced but still relevant. There is more here, is he stalling?, thought Keir
"Security, Helm and Medical all appear to be well experienced and practiced in their duties and responsibilities so no issues there and clearly I do and will have a solid hold on Engineering. Ra'an is an experienced officer and clearly sufficiently skilled in her departmental skills, however she does lack Away team exposure, but this mission will hopefully be rectified that; so no, I am comfortable with your choices."
Keir mused; okay now he seems to be on edge. The Captain appeared nervous and even without hir superior olfactory senses it was all too evident.
The details spilled out of the Captain; and not in a nervous rush, but clearly he was on edge about the topic and sadly it was exactly what Keir had been privately concerned about. S/he had a relatively long-term relationship with hir wife and despite being on the same ship their departments rarely crossed; this however was an entirely different matter.
Hir time spent with Samantha had taught the relatively young officer a lot about reading people and as s/he listened the nervousness appeared to be muted as if he had made up his mind already that there was nothing amiss.
He is not entirely correct on that the First officer silently mused
Keeping hir tone of voice level Keir addressed hir superior, and with a level, measured tone suggested: "Why don't you take a seat Commander. You are almost looming over me and while I respect that you are highly invested in this topic I think I would prefer that you sit so we can have a measured discussion, can you do that for me?
Continuing; Keir met the Commander's eye and maintained that contact. S/he had learned that many of the other species’ s/he had served with sometimes felt threatened and were off guard when a predator; such as a Hermat held that gaze and s/he wanted to be sure that what he had said about this not being an issue was in fact something that he; himself did in fact; believe.
Assuming he does.
"Well,", there was a pause as the Second Officer regarded hir superior, and continued. "As I see this there are two different aspects to what you have just revealed to me and I will get to the one that I feel you are most concerned with, but we will address that one, next.
I will say that I believe that your stated interest in Lieutenant Ra'an could put you in the position where personnel other than myself could construe future actions and interactions with the Lieutenant were not entirely motivated by your professional judgement and infer from that a possible bias. And while I do NOT share that opinion; having read through your service record I do not think you would allow that to happen and that your orders and interactions with the Lieutenant would in fact be guided by the best interests of the ship and crew."
S/he paused..."However that might not be the opinion of others; both superior to you as well as those under your command. This situation has the potential to create inferences which might be difficult to dismiss and could impact your relationship with the crew and your superiors. As of now we do not know for certain who else might be aware of your relationship.
To that end it is my considered opinion that for the first mission you place the Lieutenant under my command. You could still issue orders to her, but they would pass through me and as such would be filtered in such a way to buffer that implied prejudice. Once we have had a mission completed, then I could discuss with you; at that time offer my professional opinion on this matter.
I am certain that you feel you can remain unbiased, but this is about perceived impressions; not factual ones. What do you think Commander?"
==Tag Ameen==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 05-19-2025
Ameen listened intently to Lieutenant Commander Keir's assessment, hir words measured and insightful as always. S/he had, with characteristic Hermat directness, cut to the core of the potential issue – not his own conduct, but the perception it might create. He appreciated hir candor and the thought s/he had clearly given the matter. When Keir suggested he sit, Ameen gave a slight nod and finally took the chair opposite hir, the PADD with ship's status momentarily forgotten on the desk.
"You're right, Commander, I was... on edge, as you put it, when bringing up Lieutenant Ra'an," Ameen admitted with a wry, almost tired smile. "It's not a standard item on a new CO's briefing list for their First Officer."
He leaned forward slightly. "My primary intention in disclosing the situation with Lieutenant Ra'an was to fulfill my regulatory obligation to you as my First Officer and, by extension, the ship's personnel officer. It's a matter of procedural transparency, first and foremost. While I always value your counsel, I wasn't necessarily seeking a specific solution for the personal aspect at this juncture, though I appreciate your proactive approach."
But s/he is right...
Ameen paused, considering hir words. "Your point about perception is entirely valid, Keir. It's often the unseen current that can steer a ship off course, regardless of the rudder's intent. I do not dismiss that concern lightly."
"However," he continued, choosing his words carefully, "while I appreciate the intent behind your suggestion to place Lieutenant Ra'an under your direct command as a buffer, I have reservations about that particular course of action. My concern is that singling out Lieutenant Ra'an for such a... distinct command arrangement, however well-intentioned, could inadvertently create the very scrutiny and special perception we wish to avoid. It might be interpreted as a lack of trust in her professionalism, or mine, or indeed, suggest a situation more complex than it is. It could, frankly, backfire and draw more undue attention."
He met Keir's gaze steadily. "As the First Officer, Commander, you are already the natural intermediary between myself and all department heads, Lieutenant Ra'an included. The standard chain of command, and our mutual commitment to professionalism, should serve as the necessary buffer for official matters. I expect all interactions to be above reproach, and I will ensure they are. Lieutenant Ra'an is a capable Chief Science Officer, and she will be treated as such, with the same expectations and professional courtesies as any other department head."
My hope to explore a personal connection with Amila remains, but that is, and must be, entirely separate from my duties and hers aboard this ship. It will continue with discretion and while we are off-duty for now. Keir needed to know the potential existed, not to manage it for me, but to be aware...
"I trust your judgment, Keir, to observe and to inform me if you perceive any actual issues arising, either in perception or reality. Your role as First Officer inherently involves that oversight for the entire crew, including how the command team interacts. For now, I believe adhering to standard procedure and demonstrating unimpeachable professionalism is the most straightforward path."
Keir's perspective on these matters, especially the operational ones, will be vital. But for now, there's an immediate task for hir as acting FO...
"One other thing before you return to your duties: Doctor O'Fee mentioned on the bridge that she had some initial observations regarding crew members she'd like to speak with on a counselor basis. As First Officer, please liaise with her at your earliest convenience. Get her assessment, see if there are any immediate support needs we should be aware of, and report back to me. We need to ensure this crew feels supported, especially given the abruptness of this assignment."
That should be all for now, I could use a minute alone in here to collect my thoughts...
He straightened slightly, a subtle cue that the meeting was drawing to a close.
"Let's leave it there for now, Commander. Keep me informed."
== Tag K. ==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Keir 77 - 05-20-2025
Dismissed, how disappointing!
Keir had been prepared for a number of possible reactions to hir suggestions but to have them and hirself dismissed in such a quick and cursory fashion was more than a little deflating to the new First Officer.
Keir rose from hir chair as it seemed that the Commander had said all that he was going to. Despite the apparently high opinion that Ameen stated he had in hir, the conversation apparently was over as if all he had really wanted was to meet a StarFleet disclosure policy and then send hir packing. Keir already was aware that monitoring crew and officer behavior and morale was one of hir most important roles yet he reiterated that as well. As if he felt it necessary to go over the most basic of my responsibilities.
Gathering hirself Keir, nodded hir head in understanding and acknowledged his commands.
"I understand Commander; I will speak with Lieutenant O'Fee and get started on that."
>>Bridge>>
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 05-21-2025
The door slid shut, and Lieutenant Commander Keir was gone. Ameen let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.
That conversation... it had been necessary, but not easy. Keir's smart, and hir points about how things might look with Amila weren't wrong. But putting her under Keir's direct command? No, that felt like it would just make things more complicated, shine a spotlight right where we don't want one to shine. And my hope to maybe see where things could go with Amila... that's for off-duty, if the chance ever comes. Keir knows now, that's what matters for Starfleet regs...
He walked over to the viewport, looking at the warp streaks. This veteran ship, the Zephyr, tried and true, was pushing hard for Trill. Forty hours. A lot can happen in forty hours. He needed to get his head straight, focus on the mission. The crew seemed to be stepping up, but they were still a new team on an unfamiliar ship. Just as he was thinking he really needed that second cup of coffee, the door chime sounded.
Who could that be now? He wondered, a little surprised. He thought he'd have a few more minutes for himself.
"Come in," he called out, turning from the viewport.
The door opened and a young woman in a Command maroon uniform, her rank insignia indicating Petty Officer Third Class. stepped in. She was a blonde with blue eyes, hair tied up in a neat high pony tail and she was holding a small stack of PADDs.
Well, hello. She's... very pretty, Ameen thought, just for a second. Classic beauty, almost. Like something out of an old Earth movie... Then Amila's face, her green skin and bright violet eyes, flashed in his mind.
Right... ahem... Focus, Morad. Keep it professional now...
"Commander Ameen, Sir?" the Lieutenant said. Her voice was pleasant, with a friendly kind of accent, maybe from the American Midwest on Earth. "I'm Petty Officer Hannah Jensen, your assigned Yeoman. Sorry to disturb you right away, Sir. I was just making sure your office was set up correctly and finishing up with the last of the crew transfer logs."
As she talked, she moved over to the replicator like she knew exactly where everything was.
"I checked your officer profile from the Titania for your usual coffee, Sir," she said, tapping at the controls. "And I also had a quick word with Captain Fields' Yeoman before we left DS9, just to make sure I had the latest. Colombian arabica, medium roast, splash of cream, no sugar. Is that still your preference?" She glanced at him, but it felt more like she was just confirming what she already knew. The replicator made a soft whir. Ameen grinned, amused.
Okay, so not only looks, but also brains. This one's on the ball, I'm impressed. She checked the official files, then double-checked with a person that knows me well. Good initiative. Very good...
Jensen got the steaming hot mug, put it on a coaster on his desk, and then offered him the PADDs.
"These are the first departmental readiness reports that have come in since we left, Commander," she explained. "And there's some standard transfer paperwork that needs your signature. I've marked the urgent ones on top."
She paused, and her professional manner softened just a bit.
"Sir, we have a forty-hour trip to Trill. With all due respect, Commander, you'll need to get some rest if you're going to be at your best when we arrive. That's part of my job too, to help manage your schedule and make sure you're healthy and not overwhelmed. I can filter non-essential comms, if you'd like."
Morad was going to protest, but thought better of it. This was not a battle he was going to win...
She definitely knows what a yeoman is supposed to do, Ameen thought, taking the PADDs and then the coffee. The smell was perfect. Proactive. Already thinking ahead. Maybe this part of having a new command won't be so difficult after all... heck it may even be pleasant...
"Thank you, Yeoman Jensen," Ameen said, the warmth of the mug welcome in his hands. "Your thoroughness and care are appreciated. Welcome aboard the Zephyr."
"Thanks! " Hannah replied with a satisfied, cheerful smile. "I still have a few things to sort out with the support staff, but please don't hesitate to holler if you need anything."
With a nod, she turned and exited the ready room, leaving Ameen, once again, alone with his thoughts.
Well, that was a pleasant surprise, Ameen mused as Jensen departed. A proactive, efficient yeoman that is also friendly and easy on the eyes... Might make a point to chat with her and get to know her properly later as we will be working closely together...
His eyes fell on the PADDs. But first, this mountain. He sighed. The less glamorous side of command... ugh...
Some time later, the PADDs finally dealt with, Ameen leaned back and stretched, wincing slightly. He checked his chronometer.
The shift is almost over. I guess it's time to get some rest like Hannah said...
With a sigh that was part fatigue, part resolve, he got up and made his way out of the ready room.
== Next Post: Bridge ==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 11-28-2025
>> Bridge >>
The doors hissed shut, cutting off the ambient hum of the bridge and replacing it with the quiet stillness of the Captain's sanctuary. Ameen walked over to the small replicator station set into the wall, the viewports behind his desk streaking with the passing stars of warp travel.
"Can I get you anything, Mediator?" Ameen asked, his tone easy as he glanced back at the Trill. "Coffee? Raktajino? Or perhaps something with a bit more... restorative power for the morning after?"
He didn't wait for an answer before ordering a black coffee for himself. The replicator hummed, and the rich aroma filled the small space. Ameen took the cup and moved to his desk, but he didn't sit immediately. Instead, he leaned against the edge of it, crossing his ankles and holding the mug in both hands—a slightly less formal posture than sitting behind the desk would have been. He wanted C'had to feel comfortable speaking freely.
"You mentioned a private matter," Ameen prompted, taking a sip of the hot liquid. He gestured to the comfortable chairs opposite him. "Please, have a seat. You have the floor."
Let's hear it, he thought, bracing himself slightly. What have you cooked up now?
== Tag GM ==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - GM-06 - 12-01-2025
>> Bridge>>
C’Had Kestir had inched closer and closer to the Captain’s private office until he was finally allowed inside. For a Trill who wore their emotions on their sleeves, it was easy to tell that the man was excited and anxious. He waved a hand, dismissing the Captain's offer of food or drink, and bounced on the balls of his feet as he waited for the man to order his coffee from the replicator, and take a sip.
“Oh, last night was so much fun!” The mediator exclaimed in response to Captain Ameen's question. “I’ve been thinking – we should do another thing like that! I’ll plan it this time. It won’t be right away, of course, maybe in a week or so? What do you think?” His eyes lit up as he chattered.
==Tag Captain==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 12-04-2025
Ameen held his coffee cup a little tighter, a slow breath escaping him. Of course. He had invited the Mediator into his sanctuary expecting a diplomatic crisis or a sudden insight into the Veld-Taveres conflict. Instead, he was being asked to approve a sequel to the welcome dinner.
He took a deliberate sip of his coffee, his eyes fixing on the enthusiastic Trill over the rim of the mug.
"A party," Ameen repeated, his voice calm but flat. He lowered the cup. "Mediator, in a week's time, we will be entering the Veld system. The only 'event' on our schedule for that timeframe is the commencement of high-stakes peace talks between two hostile worlds."
He walked around his desk and finally sat down, placing the mug on a coaster with a decisive clink. He looked up at C'had, his expression shifting from host to Commander.
"However," Ameen added, offering a compromise that served the mission. "If you are looking for motivation... I will authorize you to plan a celebration for the return trip. Let's call it a 'Victory Gala.' But that event is contingent on one thing: a signed treaty."
He leaned forward, steepling his fingers. "So, to ensure we get to have your party, we need to make sure you succeed. Lieutenant Ra'an mentioned you were reviewing the cultural files. How is your strategy coming along? The Veld delegation is known to be... particular."
== Tag GM ==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - GM-06 - 12-09-2025
C’Had frowned as he saw that the Captain was not pleased, let alone excited. The Trill’s face fell when the human reminded him that in roughly a week, they would be at their destination, with his tone portraying his firm stance against more jovility. Walking around his desk, he conceeded that after the talks, they could have a party to celebrate their anticipated success. Then he asked him how planning was going for the Trill’s mission, and the mediator’s shoulders slumped as well. He had clearly thought he would get his wish of another good time.
After taking a moment to gather himself, C’Had shoulders straightened; he didn’t stand rigid, but he was no longer the lax, fun-loving partyboy who had come into this room. Instead, he stared at the Captain, quizzically, as if he didn’t quite understand what the man had said. “You’re not staying,” he said, his voice a tone incredulous. “What, you think Starfleet wants one of its best ships doing figure-eights around two backwater planets for who-knows-how-long? No, you’re dropping me off, and then I’ll catch a transport vessel or something back to Trill. Or maybe Risa. But no one -even me- knows how long these talks will take. It could be days, yes, but it could also be weeks or months. No, you’re definitely not staying.”
C’Had shook his head. “Look, I know as the newest host, I’m coming off a bit… strong… but I’m really not asking for something egregious. All I’m asking for is a bit of a bachelor party before I get down to work. But I guess if you …if you’re not willing to handle it, I’ll just let Trill know, and I’ll stay out of your way for the rest of the journey.”
Sighing dejectedly, he turned to leave.
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 03-09-2026
>>Bridge >>
The doors of the ready room hissed shut, instantly severing the ambient, purposeful hum of the bridge. In its place, the deep, sub-sonic vibration of the Zephyr at warp wrapped around Ameen like a familiar, heavy blanket.
He stood just inside the threshold for a long moment, closing his eyes. The adrenaline that had sustained him through the crumbling hull of the Broken Arrow, the power failures, and the transporter crisis was finally beginning to evaporate, leaving behind a profound, bone-deep exhaustion.
Or I may just fall asleep right here against the bulkhead... he thought, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
He pushed off the wall and made his way toward his desk, dropping heavily into the chair. Before he could even reach for the terminal to begin the daunting task of summarizing the last two hours, the soft chime of his door rang out.
"Come in," Ameen called, his voice rougher than he intended.
The door parted, and Yeoman Hannah Jensen stepped in, looking impeccably put together in her maroon uniform, her blonde hair secured in its signature neat ponytail. She carried a steaming mug in one hand and a single PADD in the other.
A sight for sore eyes... and a smell too... is that coffee??
"I saw the Red Alert was cancelled, Captain," Hannah said, her friendly, Midwestern lilt a stark contrast to the life-or-death tension that had just gripped the ship. She crossed the room and placed the mug precisely on his coaster. "I figured you'd need this right about now. Colombian arabica, medium roast, splash of cream."
Ameen picked up the mug, letting the heat seep into his cold hands. He took a sip. It was exactly right.
"You are a lifesaver, Yeoman," Ameen breathed, offering her a tired but genuine smile.
"I also brought the official Starfleet incident log template," she continued, placing the PADD gently on his desk. She gave him a knowing, slightly sympathetic look. "Though, looking at you, Sir, I should probably be replicating a sleep aid and calling Doctor O'Fee to mandate some rack time."
Ameen chuckled, the sound dry in his throat.
Just like I thought... he mused privately, looking at the blank log. Yup, she would write the whole thing for me if I asked her... Alas, Starfleet Command needs to hear this from me directly. Twelve genetically engineered sleepers and a mysterious puzzle box...
"I'll settle for the coffee for now, Hannah," Ameen replied, shifting in his seat to square up with the desk. "I have a feeling Command is going to want the details of this space rescue before the shift is over. Have there been any other immediate inquiries?"
"I've filtered all non-essential comms, Sir," Jensen said smoothly, stepping back with her hands clasped behind her back. "Routine department reports have been routed to Commander Keir's queue for when they finish up in Sickbay and take the conn. Science and Medical have priority channels open to your terminal, but otherwise, you have a clear deck to write your report."
Proactive as always. Worth her weight in latinum, Ameen thought, feeling another wave of appreciation for his Yeoman's sheer competence. She knows exactly how to manage the flow of information...
"Excellent work, Petty Officer. That will be all."
"Aye, Captain. Just holler if you need a refill," she said with a bright smile, turning on her heel and exiting the room.
As the doors closed, leaving him in the quiet thrum of the warp engines once more, Ameen let his gaze linger on the empty doorway for a moment.
She really is a catch, he mused, the exhaustion blurring the edges of his usual professional discipline. Beautiful, that cute accent, naturally caring and organized... Things would certainly be a lot easier and less complicated if I were dating Hannah instead. No First Officer disclosures, no worrying about chain-of-command optics... eh?...
But almost immediately, the thought evaporated, replaced by the image of Amila Ra'an. He pictured her standing in Sickbay, covered in frost, her brilliant mind already dissecting the alien puzzle box without a second thought for her own exhaustion. That fierce intellect and the quiet, undeniable connection they shared were worth all the complications in the fleet.
I really must be exhausted if my mind is wandering like this, he chastised himself, shaking his head to clear the fog. Focus, Morad...
He pulled the PADD closer, took another long, fortifying sip of his coffee, and began to type.
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Keir 77 - 03-10-2026
Commander Ameen's comm chimed with a quick message from his Acting FO
[ First Officer to the CO.
Our injured are being treated in sickbay, nothing for me to do there. I have the bridge unless you need me, Keir over.]
==Tag==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 03-15-2026
Ameen had barely typed the first three sentences of his official Starfleet incident report when the sharp chime of his desktop communications console broke the quiet of the ready room.
He paused, his fingers hovering over the interface, and tapped the flashing transmit button. Commander Keir's voice filled the room.
[First Officer to the CO. Our injured are being treated in sickbay, nothing for me to do there. I have the bridge unless you need me, Keir over.]
Ameen took another sip of his coffee, appreciating the Acting First Officer's prompt return to the command center. With Sickbay securely under Doctor O'Fee's control and the alien puzzle in Amila's capable hands, the bridge was exactly where Keir needed to be.
"Acknowledged, Commander," Ameen replied, his voice projecting clearly toward the desk receptor. "You have the conn. Ensure we remain at condition green and maintain our resumed heading. I will be in here compiling the preliminary logs for Command."
He paused for a fraction of a second, making sure to acknowledge his second in command's efforts during the crisis.
"Good work down there today, Keir. Let me know immediately if there are any changes in our guests' status, or if Lieutenant Ra'an makes a breakthrough with that data module. Ameen out."
He closed the channel. The room returned to the steady, comforting sub-sonic thrum of the warp engines.
Now, he thought, pulling the PADD back to the center of his desk with a heavy sigh, how exactly do I explain to Starfleet Command that we just hot-wired a hundred-thousand-year-old sleeper ship?
He cracked his knuckles, took another hit of Hannah's perfect coffee, and went back to typing.
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Amila Ra'an - 03-17-2026
A familiar voice came through the Commander's commbadge breaking the silence. It was Amila.
[Lieutenant Ra'an to Commander Ameen. Jukish and I have some ideas on how to unlock this thing, but there are some precautions we'd like to put in place first. Where can we meet you and Commander Keir?]
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 03-24-2026
Ameen had just managed to draft the second paragraph of his official log when the sharp chirp of the desktop communications console broke the stillness of the Ready Room.
[Lieutenant Ra'an to Commander Ameen. Jukish and I have some ideas on how to unlock this thing, but there are some precautions we'd like to put in place first. Where can we meet you and Commander Keir?]
At the sound of her voice, Ameen’s fingers froze over the PADD’s interface. He felt a sudden, distinct flutter in his chest—a heartbeat physically skipping its rhythm. It had only been a short while since he had seen her in Sickbay, covered in frost and exhausted, but hearing her voice now, clear and focused, made a sudden wave of longing wash over him. He realized, with a quiet sense of defeat, just how profoundly he had missed her presence.
I spend half my time trying to push you out of my head just so I can do this job, he mused privately, a faint, genuine smile touching his lips. And all it takes is your voice over the comms to pull me right back in...
He took a slow breath, letting the residual warmth of Hannah's coffee settle his nerves, and carefully smoothed his features back into the mask of the commanding officer. He reached out and tapped the flashing transmit button.
"Ameen here. Your timing is impeccable, Lieutenant." He allowed just a fraction of warmth to bleed through the professional timbre of his voice. "I am currently in my Ready Room attempting to summarize the impossible for Starfleet Command, and I could certainly use some concrete answers."
He considered her mention of precautions. It was exactly what he wanted to hear.
"I appreciate your caution," Ameen continued. "Given that we have twelve genetically engineered sleepers and an unknown data drive aboard, precautions are the only logical approach. Bring your findings here to my Ready Room. I'll have Commander Keir join us so we can review your proposed setup before we make a final decision on how to proceed. Ameen out."
He closed the channel to the Science Lab and immediately routed a secondary ping to the bridge.
"Ameen to Commander Keir. Please step into the Ready Room. Lieutenant Ra'an has an update on our puzzle box, and I'd like both your operational input and your engineering perspective before we move forward."
Closing the channel, Ameen leaned back in his chair and set the PADD aside. The bone-deep exhaustion from the rescue was still there, but the quiet thrill of discovery—and the imminent prospect of seeing Amila walk through his doors—pushed it firmly into the background.
Let's see what you've found, Amila...
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Amila Ra'an - 03-24-2026
There was a brief silence before Amila's voice responded again with a reply.
[I'll be right there, Commander. Lieutenant Jukish had some thoughts on how to get in, so I'll have him join me.]
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Keir 77 - 03-24-2026
<<Bridge<<
Shortly after the FO's response to the Captain's summons, the young Hermat entered and crossed the room over to where Commander Ameen was sitting.
"So we are meeting to formulate a plan of action Sir?" s/he spoke addressing the comment to the Commanding officer..
==Tag Ameen==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Evie O’Fee - 03-25-2026
<<<< Sickbay<<<
Coming to the Ready Room she hit the chime waiting for the invite to open the door, after she heard the invite she came in with the medallion. The chain that was attached to it was wrapped around her wrist, with the medallion dangling under.
"My apologies Commanders for this intrusion, I wouldn't be here but I found this." She held up the medallion. "I would have brought it directly to the Science lab where the other part of this is, I have no idea what would happen if we put these two together. On this is something that reminds me of a Kaleidoscope from home, you can make pretty pictures with it but I doubt that's what their intention was." She wasn't exactly what the orders would be, but they would have a better idea about what to do.
==Tag==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Amila Ra'an - 03-28-2026
After checking in briefly with Lieutenant Powl on the Bridge, Amila and Keti made their way to the Ready Room door which opened for them almost immediately after she activiated the chime announcing their arrival. Amila stepped in quickly before looking around the office too carefully, but stopped herself when she saw the Chief Medical Officers. She hadn't expected to see Dr. O'Fee already there, but what they were considering doing next certainly could use the opinions of most of the senior staff. If anything, she would appreciate Gath's opinion as well.
"Apologies if I interrupted something," Amila announced. "Do you want us to wait outside?" She offered.
==Open Tags==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Evie O’Fee - 03-28-2026
There wasn't much time to talk about anything before Amila had arrived, she wasn't interrupting anything that didn't directly involve them. It was nice to see both her and Keti that stood not to far behind her. "Actually Lieutenant I believe this directly involves you, and your activities." She held up the item that she found in Sickbay.
"I found this in one of the pods, I think it has to do with the device you have been working on. As I have said to the Commander here, the markings on this remind me of a Kaleidoscope. if there is any truth to this you need this part to make the pictures." The only thing she wasn't sure about was what would happen if the two parts were put together, would it start the reanimation process? and if it did would it be one or all?
==Tag==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Keir 77 - 03-29-2026
As the request from the CMO to enter came over the comm. and noting the tone of voice as well as an affirmative nod from the CO; Keir replied, inviting Dr. O'Fee to come in.
It was clear from her tone that she was concerned and if that was not enough, the FO then invited the CSO to also join them . The timing of having two DH's urgently needing to speak motivated the young Hermat.
The lack of a comment from the Captain made it clear that s/he was take the lead for the moment.
"Both of you take a seat, and give the Captain and I your opinions as well as your professional recommendations. Doctor, you were here first, but I am sure we would benefit from hearing what both of you know and suspect."
S/he sat back and waited patiently."
==Tag O'Fee, Ra'an and the CO==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Amila Ra'an - 04-01-2026
Amila nodded at Keir, acknowledging the Commander's request that she take a seat, but she approached Dr. O'Fee first.
"May I?" She asked, hoping to take a closer look at the medallion.
Amila dared a brief second to smile shyly at Ameen before quickly turning to Keir.
"Lieutenant Jukish and I have some ideas on how to get into the computer drive," she stated. Amila then took a seat before continuing. "It seems pretty simple actually. Maybe too simple. Our instruments detected that the inscriptions on the black box are math equations, and Jukish found the place where the solution is meant to be entered - right into the equipment itself. We just need to synchronize our subspace frequency with theirs to enter in the solution."
"But that leads us to our concerns about what type of alarm might be triggered once we do open it, Sirs," Amila added. "It's already sending out a message, and there was the distress call that we picked up on. Lieutenant Jukish and Midshipman Cortez are both concerned about unlocking the device. I think they should be heartd, but I'm ready to turn the lab into a Faraday Cage and go for it. I think we can mitigate any damage that way. We need our answers - we have people in Sickbay that we need to figure out what we are going to do with."
Amila propped her right elbow on the armrest of the chair and rested her lips gently against her forefinger and thumb while she waited. It helped her casually avoid eye contact with Ameen while he and Keir weighed their options and let the others discuss. She has given her general opinion and wanted the others to weigh in with their thoughts now.
==Open Tag==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 04-04-2026
Ameen sat quietly behind his desk, watching his senior officers assemble. As Amila stepped into the room, he caught that brief, shy smile she directed at him before she quickly focused on Keir. It was a fleeting moment, but it hit him square in the chest.
That smile... it's going to be the absolute death of my professional discipline, he thought, masking his internal reaction by taking a slow, deliberate sip of his coffee. But stars, it is good to see her...
He let Commander Keir guide the beginning of the briefing, nodding in silent agreement as his First Officer prompted the department heads. He listened intently to Evie’s description of the medallion and Amila’s breakdown of the mathematical cipher and the Faraday cage.
When Amila finished, deliberately resting her lips against her hand to avoid his gaze, Ameen set his mug down. The gentle clink drew the room's attention back to the center desk.
"Thank you, Commander Keir," Ameen began, his voice calm and authoritative, fully stepping back into the role of the Captain. He looked toward the CMO. "Doctor O'Fee, good instinct bringing that here. A physical fractal medallion combined with a mathematical subspace cipher... it seems these people built their entire society around complex equations."
"Lieutenant Ra'an," he shifted his gaze to Amila and Jukish. "Your plan is sound, and I agree with Lieutenant Jukish's caution. You have a green light to construct the Faraday cage. Work directly with Commander Keir to ensure the dampening field is absolute. Once the room is secure, you are authorized to synchronize the frequencies and open the data module."
Ameen leaned forward, steepling his fingers—a habit when the pieces of a mission finally started falling into place.
"I have just transmitted my preliminary incident log to Starfleet Command," he continued, looking around the room. "But they are going to want to know exactly who we are transporting before we reach our next destination. Opening that box is only step one. Step two is getting answers."
"Doctor," he turned his focus back to Evie. "Once Lieutenant Ra'an opens that drive, her priority will be to isolate their linguistic database and feed it directly into the ship's Universal Translator. Once that is complete, we will actually be able to speak to them."
Ameen paused, letting the weight of his next order settle in the room.
"I want you to use the medical data you've gathered, and whatever chemical compounds were in that survival drawer, to figure out a safe way to bring one of them out of stasis. Just one. Can your team do that safely?"
He looked between his Chief Medical Officer and his Chief Science Officer, the exhaustion of the day entirely eclipsed by the thrill of what was about to happen.
"Science cracks the safe and gives us the language. Medical wakes up our guest. Let's find out who we rescued."
== Tag All ==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Evie O’Fee - 04-06-2026
The orders as they were made Evie feel a little on the uncomfortable side, she would prefer to have them still asleep unless they were away from the ship. This was something she wanted to voice, but time and place came to mind. If she did try to fight this, Evie wouldn't have a leg to stand on.
"Aye Captain it is possible to do it safely, we are even working on a way to make them comfortable should this exact thing happen. We even have a sample of what passes as food, I have a feeling that its the equivalent to our rations. They will sustain you, but no one brags about how tasty they are."
Handing the item to Keti. "You have a wedding to get to, lets make sure Aja gets that wedding." Evie had faith in the crew, it was just that these people were unpredictable like anyone else in that situation. If Evie was going to wake them up, it was going to be as pleasant as she could make it, the odds of them being more helpful went up that way.
Keti who was quiet the whole time finally spoke up. "Captain I would recommend tracing the origination of these people and areas around where they came from, if we can find out even close to where they came from we can eliminate thousands of languages. When the computer doesn't have all of them to scan the results can come to us sooner." He wasn't sure what more to say, he just wanted to get back to it.
==Tag==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Amila Ra'an - 04-09-2026
Ra'an was now perched anxiously on the edge of her seat, staged to stand up once dismissed. She recalled that they were able to get some information from their origin before the away team had been assembled. It was likely everything that they had on these people was aboard the Zephyr right now - not that she would discourage continued searching. She was certain the Bridge crew was doing that as they talked now.
"Yes, Mid Cortez is adament about trying to crack the language before we get the computer core open, but I don't want to waste anytime. I have our xenoanthropologist working with him now," Amila offered. "Anything we continue to find will help them, I'm sure."
==open tag==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Keir 77 - 04-09-2026
The Captain was clear about the construction of the Faraday cage but Keir was aware that the Medical arch would have to be the priority.
Once they were ready to study the aliens having the Medical arch up and running would be important; should any Medical assistance or intervention be needed
As the conversation paused Keir interjected hirself turning to face the CMO. "I am going to start by heading to Main engineering and fast tracking the building and then installation of your Medical arch Commander O'Fee. Once it's built and in place we will then construct the Faraday cage in Engineering. The alien data module will then be placed in it and studied by two officers. At this point I would suggest Commander Ra'an along with one of my Engineers; possibly Ensign A’kilees as he is proving to be a real up and comer."
Keir then turned to face the CO; asking "Your thoughts sir?"
==Tags==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Sebastian Cortez - 04-13-2026
The Communication system crackled with a message from Sebastian.
[ Cortez to Captain Ameen, we need access to the Borg Linguistic Data Base, but neither Chief sh'Sjöress nor I has the proper Security clearance. We need it to be able to decode the alien language. Thank you, sir.]
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Morad Ameen - 04-14-2026
Before Ameen could respond to his First Officer, the desktop comms chirped again, cutting through the tension in the room.
[Cortez to Captain Ameen, we need access to the Borg Linguistic Data Base, but neither Chief sh'Sjöress nor I has the proper Security clearance. We need it to be able to decode the alien language. Thank you, sir.]
Ameen raised an eyebrow. The Borg database was heavily restricted for obvious psychological and security reasons, but Midshipman Cortez was proving to be remarkably tenacious.
"Ameen here," he replied, tapping the console. "An unconventional approach, Midshipman, but a logical one. Limited Clearance is granted. Use authorization code Ameen-Gamma-Seven. Let me know what the Collective knows. Ameen out."
He closed the channel and brought his attention back to the officers seated in front of him. He looked at Amila, perched anxiously on the edge of her seat, clearly eager to get her hands back on the data module. He then turned his gaze to Keir.
"Commander Keir, I agree completely regarding the Medical Arch. That exposed EPS tap is a hazard. Get the replacement casing fabricated and installed immediately," Ameen directed, his tone leaving no room for debate. "However, the data module stays in the Science Lab. I do not want an unknown, active alien device transported through the ship's corridors any more than absolutely necessary. Send Midshipman A'kilees up to Science to assist Lieutenant Ra'an in constructing the Faraday cage there."
Ameen shifted his focus to the Bajoran science officer. "Lieutenant Keti, your instinct is spot on. Ship logs show that Lieutenant Powl is already running a reverse-trajectory analysis on the Bridge to pinpoint their exact origin point. Once you have the Faraday cage established, coordinate your subspace synchronization with Powl's Astrometrics data."
Finally, the Captain looked at Dr. O'Fee. "Doctor, you have your orders. Prep Sickbay. If their food is palatable, have it ready. Make the environment as non-threatening as possible before you administer the stimulant."
Ameen stood up from his desk, a clear physical cue that the briefing was over.
"Starfleet Command is already reviewing my preliminary reports. Given the magnitude of this discovery, I fully expect them to reroute a specialized cruiser to intercept us and take custody of our guests so we can resume our original duties. I want answers before that ship arrives."
He offered his senior staff a firm, confident nod.
"Get to work, everyone. Dismissed."
== Tag ==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Gath - 04-15-2026
The CO's comm badge chirped and came to life: [Gath to Ameen. Sir, I've been preparing a holographic simulation to try and isolate our guests, should we elect to wake one. That was the easy part. I used our current scans of them to create a rendering of one to get a closer look at them outside of their pods and...well...Sir, I think we might have a problem. I highly recommend against waking any of them. I don't know that we can contain them securely on this ship. I've prepared a preliminary report, but I strongly suggest we make sure they are in a very secure location before we consider waking any of them.]
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Preliminary Report
Chief of Security, Lt Gath, Initial Observations
Bone density and muscle structure built for increased gravity will make them very strong and durable.
Bones are laced with some traces of metallic components, making them not only reinforced, but conductive.
Eyes have extra lid to avoid particulates and possibly aid in more severe light conditions.
Skeletal structure and organ placement built to protect aggressive assault.
Possible redundancies in organ systems to help sustain excessive trauma and breathe in unfriendly atmosphere.
External tissue appears resistant to exposure and would likely be able to sustain more than brief exposure to harsh temperatures and even vacuum.
Hands are built for opposing pressure applied strength for a crushing grip and able to maintain it for long duration.
Ears are externally negligible and although might give less ability to detect direction, the sensitivity is unknown.
Additionally, the hands show a six digit construction with two opposable thumbs. This suggests their numbers might be based on six digits, but given the complexity of their limited technological resources, I would presume a 12 based system. This would easily fit into the same number systems independently developed by many cultures already known, thus making them capable of understanding a common math system to our own.
It appears this crew might be designed for the purpose of this mission, though that is my own speculation. Their garments are very durable and appear to have been made without the intention of them needing to come off, or they are a disposable garment intended to last a very long time. For more medical details, I refer you to the Medical staff. I'll let you know when I have more.
End Report
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== Tag Ameen...and if anyone wants to save time and hear this or see the report before they leave the Ready Room ==
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Amila Ra'an - 04-15-2026
"Science cracks the safe and gives us the language. Medical wakes up our guest. Let's find out who we rescued."
Amila grinned at the Commander's summary of their orders. His casual way had always made her comfortable. As first officer on the Titania, he was even known to make a joke or two in a tense moment. She was ready to get to it, but a few other officer's had some points to add, and then they heard from Midshipman Cortez, who she had left in the lab.
The Borg database. What in the universe were they up to down there.
She was actually surprised that the Commander gave them access so freely and without question, and wondered what it might turn up. She was more eager than ever to get back down to the lab.
Amila clocked the Commander's updated orders on her request for the Faraday Cage, "Send Midshipman A'kilees up to Science to assist Lieutenant Ra'an in constructing the Faraday cage there."
Perfect. They could get started right away. It shouldn't take long.
At the word, 'dismissed,' Amila instinctively rose from her seat and began walking toward the door. She was almost out of the Ready Room when a communication came in from the Security Chief. What stood out to her most was his warning: he didn't know that they could be contained securely on the ship.
That made Lieutenant Keti's concerns about potentially calling in more of their kind even more alarming. Still, they didn't know if this species was even hostile at this point. They needed more answers, and the most likely source was sitting in her lab waiting to be tapped.
She raised her eyes to look at the others. "Well, we better make sure that Faraday Cage is locked up tighter than an anti-matter containment field."
She turned to the first officer who was still also the ship's chief engineer, "I'll go get started on that right away. Commander Keir, we'll reach out for some simulations on the integrity before attempting to open up the box."
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Evie O’Fee - 04-15-2026
Just about to leave Evie had her orders in hand, it wasn't exactly something she wanted to do but those were the circumstances. She didn't enjoy waking them up, but enjoyed someone else taking them to another ship even less.
"Captain in my official report I would recommend erecting a full medical quarantine zone, it is the only way to make sure they don't pose a threat to the crew and ship. In their current state my sensors can not accurate assess the full potential of any contagions they might carry, in dormancy there might be a few things we can not detect." Just about to leave the room, Evie knew it sounded a little like going against orders.
She stopped short of the door. "We will do what we can in order to make sure their stay with us is comfortable as possible, gravitational, climate, and working on a way to climatize them to our gravity. If Star Fleet wants to transfer them to another ship, it should take a few days to a week to do it safely." If the Captain was to be reading between the lines, she was giving him something to work with.
The Medical card was the strongest thy had, if Star Fleet wanted these people transported they would have to go through a lot of red tape. The down side to red tape i it takes a long time to get things done, the upside is its a two way street. If they wanted to go against her directive, Star Fleet Medical would need to get involved.
>>>> Sick Bay>>>
RE: ZE/D01 - Ready Room - Sebastian Cortez - 04-16-2026
<< Science Lab <<
[ Cortez to Captain Ameenm, I’m sending you a file. The Borg Linguistic was most helpful. ]
[ To: Captain Ameenm
From: S. Cortez
Subject Alien Language Analysis:
Computer Analysis has determined the following: the Borg's astrometric and mathematical database flagged a 98.7% match.
The geometric fractals etched into the alien ship's hull, their equipment, and the data module were not words in a traditional sense. They were complex, self-sustaining astrometric equations. The computer analysis revealed that this species did not use language to program their technology; they used pure, universally constant mathematics. The specific fractals Pedro was analyzing were actually a highly advanced, theoretical model for calculating deep-space trajectories without relying on standard stellar drift—a navigational language built entirely out of math.
Conclusion: A person who was an advanced mathematician, calculator, or a separate computer. Is needed to communicate with the aliens. ]