05-08-2025, 03:53 AM
The turbolift doors, heavy and cog-driven in the distinct Cardassian style, hissed open with a solid, mechanical sound, depositing Commander Ameen into the bustling heart of Operations on Deep Space Nine. The difference from the bridge of the USS Titania was immediate and stark. Instead of familiar Starfleet curves and soft lighting, Ops was a multi-tiered cavern of metallic greys and functional, hard-angled consoles, a clear testament to its original builders.
Cardassians... what interesting culture they have...
He stepped onto the upper perimeter, his boots echoing faintly on the metallic deck. Below him, the main operations "pit" buzzed with activity. Officers – a mix of Starfleet, Bajoran, and civilian attire – moved with purpose between the various stations.
Ameen straightened his Starfleet uniform. He’d received the summons an hour ago – a short, official notification requesting his presence. No agenda, no specific names. Just Ops. His gaze was naturally drawn upwards and across the expanse to the imposing, glass-fronted Commander's Office that dominated one side of the upper level, offering a clear view of everything and everyone below. That, he presumed, was his destination.
Strange... Captain Fields hadn’t mentioned anything out of the ordinary during their last briefing. Routine patrol adjustments, some supply requisitions for the Titania… nothing that would warrant a personal, off-ship summons to this very distinct command center...
He was the First Officer of the USS Titania, a role he took with utmost seriousness. Captain Fields ran a tight ship, and Ameen prided himself on anticipating needs and ensuring smooth operations. This summons, to this place, felt significant, and its purpose remained stubbornly opaque.
Spotting a junior officer near the railing that overlooked the pit, momentarily free from a console that seemed to be tracking docking procedures, Ameen approached.
"Commander Ameen, USS Titania, reporting as requested," he stated, his voice cutting cleanly through the ambient noise. "I was instructed to meet someone here?"
He kept any personal curiosity carefully masked by professional decorum. Whatever this was, he would handle it. But the undercurrent of the unknown, amplified by the unfamiliar and somewhat austere Cardassian architecture now under Federation and Bajoran stewardship, was undeniably present.
What could Starfleet Command possibly want with him here, in the nerve center of Deep Space Nine, away from his ship and his Captain?
I hope it's not about Amila... but that can't be, we've only been on one date... and it would have been something that Jane handled... nope. This is something else... it has to be...
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Cardassians... what interesting culture they have...
He stepped onto the upper perimeter, his boots echoing faintly on the metallic deck. Below him, the main operations "pit" buzzed with activity. Officers – a mix of Starfleet, Bajoran, and civilian attire – moved with purpose between the various stations.
Ameen straightened his Starfleet uniform. He’d received the summons an hour ago – a short, official notification requesting his presence. No agenda, no specific names. Just Ops. His gaze was naturally drawn upwards and across the expanse to the imposing, glass-fronted Commander's Office that dominated one side of the upper level, offering a clear view of everything and everyone below. That, he presumed, was his destination.
Strange... Captain Fields hadn’t mentioned anything out of the ordinary during their last briefing. Routine patrol adjustments, some supply requisitions for the Titania… nothing that would warrant a personal, off-ship summons to this very distinct command center...
He was the First Officer of the USS Titania, a role he took with utmost seriousness. Captain Fields ran a tight ship, and Ameen prided himself on anticipating needs and ensuring smooth operations. This summons, to this place, felt significant, and its purpose remained stubbornly opaque.
Spotting a junior officer near the railing that overlooked the pit, momentarily free from a console that seemed to be tracking docking procedures, Ameen approached.
"Commander Ameen, USS Titania, reporting as requested," he stated, his voice cutting cleanly through the ambient noise. "I was instructed to meet someone here?"
He kept any personal curiosity carefully masked by professional decorum. Whatever this was, he would handle it. But the undercurrent of the unknown, amplified by the unfamiliar and somewhat austere Cardassian architecture now under Federation and Bajoran stewardship, was undeniably present.
What could Starfleet Command possibly want with him here, in the nerve center of Deep Space Nine, away from his ship and his Captain?
I hope it's not about Amila... but that can't be, we've only been on one date... and it would have been something that Jane handled... nope. This is something else... it has to be...
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