05-08-2025, 10:23 PM
Ameen's attention snapped towards the voice calling his name. It emanated from the Commander's Office, the very place his gaze had been drawn to moments earlier. A woman with striking platinum hair stood at the doorway, her uniform displaying the rank insignia of a Captain. Her features were sharp and professional, though marked by scarring on one side of her head that spoke of a difficult past – a past that the remnants of cranial and ocular implants clearly hinted at.
An ex Borg...
This office, given its prominence overlooking Ops, was clearly a significant command center. The summons had been vague, but being called directly to this office by a Captain suggested a matter of importance.
"Commander Ameen?" she repeated, her voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority. "Come with me, please?" She gestured into the office.
"Aye, Captain," Ameen replied, his tone respectful as he noted her rank. He pushed away the lingering questions about Amila and the Titania, focusing on the immediate situation. This was clearly Starfleet business of a significant nature.
He crossed the remaining distance on the upper gantry and stepped past her into the office. The door hissed closed behind him with the same solid, Cardassian finality as the turbolift, creating an immediate sense of privacy and, perhaps, consequence.
The office was functional, As he took a step further in, a nameplate on the large desk caught his eye: Fleet Captain Addison Vakir. So, that was her full designation – a position that clarified the gravity of this meeting.
Ameen stood at ease, waiting for the Captain to elaborate. His mind raced through possibilities. A new assignment? A sector-wide alert he wasn't privy to yet? The fact that she, a Fleet Captain, was personally meeting him deepened the intrigue.
Why only me... why is Captain Fields not in here...
He met her gaze, noting the slight mismatch of her eyes, a subtle reminder of her history.
"You wished to see me, Captain Vakir?" he asked, keeping his voice steady, ready to receive whatever information was forthcoming. The unfamiliarity of Deep Space Nine, combined with the unexpected summons to a Fleet Captain he'd never met, had him on red alert.
An ex Borg...
This office, given its prominence overlooking Ops, was clearly a significant command center. The summons had been vague, but being called directly to this office by a Captain suggested a matter of importance.
"Commander Ameen?" she repeated, her voice calm but carrying an undeniable authority. "Come with me, please?" She gestured into the office.
"Aye, Captain," Ameen replied, his tone respectful as he noted her rank. He pushed away the lingering questions about Amila and the Titania, focusing on the immediate situation. This was clearly Starfleet business of a significant nature.
He crossed the remaining distance on the upper gantry and stepped past her into the office. The door hissed closed behind him with the same solid, Cardassian finality as the turbolift, creating an immediate sense of privacy and, perhaps, consequence.
The office was functional, As he took a step further in, a nameplate on the large desk caught his eye: Fleet Captain Addison Vakir. So, that was her full designation – a position that clarified the gravity of this meeting.
Ameen stood at ease, waiting for the Captain to elaborate. His mind raced through possibilities. A new assignment? A sector-wide alert he wasn't privy to yet? The fact that she, a Fleet Captain, was personally meeting him deepened the intrigue.
Why only me... why is Captain Fields not in here...
He met her gaze, noting the slight mismatch of her eyes, a subtle reminder of her history.
"You wished to see me, Captain Vakir?" he asked, keeping his voice steady, ready to receive whatever information was forthcoming. The unfamiliarity of Deep Space Nine, combined with the unexpected summons to a Fleet Captain he'd never met, had him on red alert.